And here she was again. A few weeks ago, Urania would've sworn that she never went to bars, or at least hardly ever went to them. But now, here she was, in the Abby for the second time the entire summer. And she was actually partaking of something stronger than butterbeer, too: a daiquiri wasn't lots stronger, true, but it was more than she usually had.
It's not affecting me yet, though, the black-haired woman mused, looking down at her half-empty glass, That's a good sign... She glanced around her, wondering if there was anyone else she knew in the vicinity... a fellow teacher, perhaps? A former classmate? Anyone??
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 3, 2011 21:21:31 GMT -8
It was a relatively nice evening for lazing about and seeings how he had finished most of his tasks for the day he decided to pay a visit to a old friend. So it was no surprise really when the trackers feet had lead him straight to his second favorite place in all of Britain, the Abby. He pushed the door open and sauntered in with the air of familiarity that comes with frequent visits. Letting out a content sigh and plastering a grin on his face he gave a wave to the bartending crew, forgoing his usual shout out to Liam seeings how them man didn't seem to be around. Perhaps he was just hiding in the back. Teague shrugged. such was life, it just meant he wouldn't get to annoy the bartender to no end.
He gave a cursory glance around the room as he pulled up a stool next to the bar, hoping to see at least one familiar face. Heck even Fierro would be a welcome sight, someone who he could banter with to the wee hours of the morning. Giving a nod to one of the bartenders he didn't have to wait for his whiskey on the rocks. After taking a sip and letting out a content sigh he noticed a fine lovely lass sitting by herself a few stools down. Quirking a small grin before turning toward her he casually asked, "What's a lovely lass doing in a place like this all on her lonesome?"
Urania blinked when a man's voice spoke from not very far away. He was saying something rather.... flirtatious, as well, which obviously meant he was talking to someone else: no-one flirted with Urania, ever. Not that she didn't occasionally want them to, they just never did, for whatever reason.
She glanced around, curious to see who the man was talking to, and getting a glimpse of him at the same time. He wasn't bad as far as looks, she found herself noticing; he was quite a bit older than her, though, probably in his mid-thirties. Still, worth noting. The odd thing was, though, that there weren't any other women besides herself anywhere close by. There weren't even any other men, but he had said lass....
"Hang on," she said hesitantly, raising an eyebrow at the man, "Are you... referring to me?"
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 3, 2011 21:50:12 GMT -8
He couldn't help but chuckle at the womens obvious confusion. Well duh, of course he was talking to her, there was no one else around to get that confused with...or at least he thought there wasn't. He made a show of checking over his shoulder before he turned his gaze back toward her, eyebrow raised, "Uh, yeah..no one else here worth talking to as far as I can tell."
The tracker couldn't help but think of the situation as being rather odd. Something in the back of his mind was trying to tell him something didn't seem right but he pushed that notion away for the time being. Perhaps he'd been working to hard lately. Still, he didn't recognize her and he'd as far as he could remember, had never seen her in the Abby before. He shook his head and took another sip of his drink. Obviously he was reading way to much into the whole situation.
Urania raised both of her eyebrows and actually let out a little giggle. "Really? You must be pretty desperate then, I'd say... I'm not all that interesting, you see..."
She grinned at the man, her general confidence giving her the ability to talk to almost anyone and not feel uncomfortable. She tilted her head to one side and gestured for the man to scoot down closer to her, nearly flirting but without intending to or even knowing she was doing it.
"Unless, of course, you have a thing for playing practical jokes on people, in which case we'll get along famously, I'd say. What's your name, by the way? I can't just call you 'sir' or something; that'd get old fast, eh?"
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 4, 2011 22:30:41 GMT -8
At her invitation to slide a few stools over he did, thinking at least she'd be someone different he could annoy for the time being. He chuckled at her comment about his being desperate for company. Sure he liked to chat with random people whether he knew them or not but seriously, that did not make him desperate. He just couldn't help himself. He thrived when he was around people. "Wanting to chat with someone does not make me 'Desperate' as you so nicely put it lass."
He listened as she continued on, sipping on his whiskey, until she asked what she should call him. Hmm. What to do, what to do... he hesitated slightly before giving her a smirk deciding giving his name probably wouldn't do any harm. Most folks in the neighborhood knew his name already so really one more wasn't going to make a difference. Smirking he turned to look at her. "Well some people have told me I'm a joker at heart so that has to count for something right? And no don't call me 'sir', thats reserved for professors and people I like to make fun of. Besides it makes me feel old. So you can call me Teague, and you are?."
Urania laughed at the man, Teague's, comment. "I never said you were desperate in general, I just said you were desperate if you were talking to me. I'm an odd one, you see, one of those professors that you have to make fun of... I'm Urania, since we're not going with last names, and I work at Hogwarts as their Defense teacher. What do you do? Anything interesting?"
She sipped casually at her drink, watching the man carefully and trying to figure out what her nose was telling her about him. He wasn't lying, but... hes seemed to be hiding something, something besides just his last name. Interesting... very interesting...
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 5, 2011 11:08:55 GMT -8
"Ah, nice to meet ya then Urania." He took another sip of his drink before continuing on, "Defense professor eh? Was one of my better classes back in the day. Though honestly I don't know how you could deal with all those brats day in and day out. I can hardly the one that visits me on occasion when I get time to put in appearance at home." He kept a friendly eye on her as she seemed to be doing the same to him. At first appearance she looked to be casually sipping at her drink but her movement seemed rather stiff. Either she wasn't used to drink out, or she really had never been approached out of the blue for random conversation. He chuckled.
"Relax lass, I don't usually bite. As for what I do, most people find it to be incredibly boring and hardly interesting. I work as a local hunting guide for various outfits in the area." It wasn't quite the truth but it was close enough for all intents and purposes.
Urania raised her eyebrows, smirking slightly. "Really? The kids don't seem to mind letting me tell them what to do. I supposed it's because I'm still so much of a child myself... 24 is rather young, wouldn't you say?"
Her smirk grew even wider, and she set her drink down, resting her hand in her palm. "And I don't think that sounds too uninteresting... Especially since I don't really believe you..." She tapped her nose, flicking her eyebrows lightly. "Doesn't smell right, you see. And about the biting, I actually do, much more than 'usually not'...." She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell Teague that she was an Animagus, but she couldn't help playing with him this way. The wolf in her demanded it, for it did so love to play.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 5, 2011 20:00:08 GMT -8
He let out a heart filled laugh truly amazed when she said she was only 24. That had to be fairly young to be teaching, but what did he know about the matter. The tracker supposed so long as she enjoyed herself then really, who was he to judge. "Aye, I'll say 24 seems young enough to still have fun and not care to badly about what people think of ya.'
It was then she all but called him out on his profession, something about smelling off?. Now that was a trick he needed to learn if she could indeed smell out a lie and wasn't just bluffing. Teague had to concede that even he wasn't that good. He could read body language and intent but even he couldn't smell a lie. His eyes narrowed slightly and he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to this fine young woman then met the eye. "Ah but tis true, I am a guide lass specializing in tracking and finding what can't be found. And if you think you can't bite me well," he couldn't help but chuckle, "I think you'll have a harder time then you think."
Urania laughed aloud, her head falling back in mirth. "Yes, yes, I know I'm practically an infant.... everyone at work tells me that, as well. But I do fairly well... being smart has its advantages, eh?" She laughed again, enjoying this time of teasing. The only one at work who let her do this without getting really annoyed at her was Dresden, and even he told her to knock it off sometimes.
She shifted on her stool, still grinning to herself. "And I have no doubt that you do at least part of what you're telling me... I just doubt that you do it for something like the local duck club. You're definitely hiding something, though I don't know what..." She inhaled, though quietly so he wouldn't really hear, and sampled his scent again. Yes, he was definitely not telling the entire truth... though what he was hiding was beyond her ability to determine, even if she had been in wolf form.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 5, 2011 20:40:59 GMT -8
"Yes it does, the you can match wits with the best 17 year old," he quipped sarcastically before continuing,"though I prefer to be average, fly under the radar so to speak. Keeps people from putting great expectations on you, which in my books is a good thing." Clearly his words were nothing more than jest, at least that's how he saw it, if she took it badly then whatever.
Shifting himself so he was now sitting facing Urania, leaning comfortably on his elbow, he quirked a grin at her before snorting. Working for the local duck club? Hardly. Teague raised an eyebrow and had a hard time not smirking at her proclamation that he was still hiding something. If only she knew who she was dealing with. "So maybe I am hiding something, but that's for you to figure out if you think you can." He took another sip of his drink as he waited for her reaction. If she want to play then, fine he'd play. But like hell he was going to make it easy.
Urania shrugged, playing the ultimate cool front. "Well, if you're not going to tell me, there's no way I can figure it out," she commented, her expression perfectly at ease, "My nose isn't nearly good enough for something like that, and I'm no Legilimens, so.... not much I can do, is there?"
She smirked slightly then, enjoying this game. She didn't get to play much, but she was only just getting warmed up. "And I don't show off my intellect much, either. I chose Gryffindor over Ravenclaw for a reason... it lets one blend in better, just as you said, Teague."
She used his name on purpose, luring his subconscious into a state of feeling secure. It was an old game, and she knew that he knew how to play it too. If they both went by the rules, though, she'd have a fair chance of learning what she wanted to know.
Post by Teague MacTáil on Feb 5, 2011 21:19:33 GMT -8
He couldn't help but feel slightly put out when she seemed to back off a bit. At least he learned a few things, such as her nose wasn't as good as she originally had wanted him to believe and she was no Legilimens or at least proclaimed not to be one (she could be out right lying but he had no way of knowing). Subconsciously he filed away the small tidbits of information away for later use.
"A lion at heart tempered by the mind of a raven? How interesting; now that you mention it you do seem to lack the temperament of a badger and the ambitiousness of a snake. I did so enjoy our two houses particular rivalry, it had a tendency to keep everyone on their toes. I'd hardly call that blending in lass." Now he was having fun. The banter had a calming effect of sorts and even though he was temporarily thrown for a small mental loop when she added his name to her last sentence. He grinned. If she thought that would lull him into a false sense of security she'd be sadly mistaken.
"Former Slytherin, eh?" Urania tilted her head to one side. "I knew a few Slytherins that were actually decent.... though that was likely long after your time, since you consider me to be such a youngling... You know how old I am, I have every right to know your age as well."
She leaned back in her chair, taking another sip of her drink. Halfway through, however, she grimaced and set the daiquiri down again. "Not as good now," she commented, "Too.... sweet, I guess. Or maybe not sweet enough..."
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