The Night in Paris!

[Professor Daniel Hubbles]

At the age of twenty three Daniel Hubbles was a hard headed guy, he believed he was always right, people swooned at the mere sight of him and that he owned every pub he walked into. Ever since Graduating form Hogwarts Dan had been travelling around the world, he would stay for long periods of time in certain areas, do the odd job to earn a bit of cash and get to know the female members of the society rather well. Of course Dan went home, family was very important for him and never would he dare think about missing the Hubbles family picnic every summer and also Christmas!

It was the time in between these two celebrations however, early March in fact and Dan had found himself in Paris. He was not actually sure how the hell he managed to end up there seeing as he was in Germany the last time he looked at a sign post…but then he remembered something about stealing a rowing boat with some Polish wizards he met in Berlin…that might have had something to do with it and why his rucksack was dripping wet.

After mooring their boat up at the dock of the Marne River the small group of youthful wizards made their way into the main city. A fair amount of Russian Vodka had been consumed while on the rowing boat and so walking in a straight line was a challenge for the men but they soon made their way to the wizarding section in Paris and stumbles (quite literally) into The Old Hag’s Inn.

The sound of drunken flirting and smell of alcohol and pipe weed filled the air around them and Dan could not help but grin happily to himself as he walked past a table of witches who were wearing very little indeed. This seemed to be the kind of pub he liked and we more then happy to buy the first round of drinks for his small group. Slumping into a chair Dan put his pint down on the table and looked around the room for any potential candidates for him to have a bit of fun with…and that was when the door of the pub opened and she entered.

[Jennifer Queens]

As the petite brunette rushed around after her patients, not to mention be the lap dog for some of the higher nurses, she couldn’t help but glance at the clock every five minutes, wishing she was capable of speeding up time. The more she clock watched, the long it took for her shift to end, and the past fifteen minutes seemed like a lifetime to the twenty year old Jennifer Queens who had graduated from Beauxbatons and had been stuck in Paris ever since, much to her dismay.

Jennifer enjoyed Paris, but it wasn’t home and it never would be for her. The few friends she had made were her only company, and she found France quite harsh for her liking. She missed the atmosphere of home life and just the way the United Kingdom was. Although France was not far from the UK, it felt like a million miles.
“In a minute Mister Franklin, I’ve got to see to Mrs Gerald first” she sighed as Walter Franklin had asked for yet another bed bath. The poor old dear was always insistent that Jen bathe him. Jen was getting pretty sick of nursing life.

As a friend, a fellow nurse, walked past her, Jen whispered;
“I swear if I have to clean up any more poo up today i’m going to scream” she said through gritted teeth before giving a smile to Mrs Gerald as she took her blood pressure.
“We can go now Jen” the friend said, much to the joy of Jen, her face suddenly beaming with delight. Knowing full well that being a Friday the girls were all going to go out drinking. Jen was very much in need of a wind down.

“Sorry Mister Franklin, Sandra will have to give you a bed bath, my shift is over now. See you on Monday!”Pulling off her gloves she smiled, more because she was getting out of the hellhole after a 10 hour shift and she couldn’t be more grateful of it coming at that exact moment. Glancing up at the clock as she left the ward, as if to see if it really was true, she felt like skipping to the staff room to get dressed and ready for her night out, thought she didn’t quite, she more likely walked fast in desperation.

Changing into a black dress she had made, she barely had time to put her heels on before being beckoned out of the door as the taxi was waiting and all the girls were in it. Running in a typical womanly fashion, she clambered into the taxi as it sped off to a nightclub.
Jumping out of the taxi, they scurried into the club for an hour or so to dance until their feet hurt and take advantage of the happy hour (not to mention various free drinks off strangers) before stumbling together, singing songs in French down the canal of the marne river. Jennifer was in a fit of giggles as one of her friends was getting chatted up by a tramp just before the entrance to the Old Hags pub, a local to Jen and her friends as it was near her home and work.

Pushing open the door, the gaggle of girls flooded in, five in total, before being joined by the stranded six girl who now had the tramps number on a small scrap of cardboard. Jen was laughing so hard she was barely understandable.
“So you have his number, but he has no phone? I think you just got punk’d!” she chuckled, her eyebrows raised at the situation. She had put her hair up on the way from the nightclub down the river to feel the breeze on her neck, but now they were back inside, she pulled at the hair band and let her dark wavy locks loose once more.

[Professor Daniel Hubbles]

She was beautiful, they all were, six gorgeous women to pick from but there was one that really caught his eye. She was wearing a black dress that seemed to ebb and flow over all the right curves and all Dan could think about was ripping that dress off and feeling her soft skin against his. The only problem was she had her hair up; well she did until she pulled her hair tie out and let her hair fall ever so gracefully down, it was safe to say that Dan was captivated. His hand causally ran over his stubble as he continued to stare, a grin on his face and lust in his eyes, he knew he had to have her.

“You like Hubbles?” One of his Polish friends asked.
“Just enjoying the view.” Dan laughed as he tore his gaze away and back to his mates and reached forward and picked up his pint, letting the sweet liquid roll down his throat.
“The view is good. I like those for sure.” His other friend pointed at the girls by the door who looked like by midnight they would be on the street corners trying to earn a living. Dan gave them a small smile but he did have some standards. No if he was going to get with someone tonight it would have to be her.

Drinking his beer some more Dan could not help but give the odd fleeting glances over towards the mysterious woman at the bar, her smile was captivating and for once Dan knew it was not the vodka and the other vast amounts of alcohol he had been drinking him making him believe this. He had on many occasions woken up in the morning after a night of debauchery and found the woman, if it was a woman, he was lying next to was not as young or beautiful as he had thought.

Before he knew it his pint glass was empty and he was making his way over to the bar, leaning casually on it waiting to get the attention of the bar tender. Paris was a place of class and style and Dan could not help but feel a little out of place even with his mismatch of suit trousers and jacket on, he had gone for the smart causal look problem was when you lived out of a suitcase the smart part was hard to pull off. So it meant he had to try and be dashing and try and make the best first impression possible.

“Hey.”

For some reason when he started to say the h he lost confidence and started to back out but his mouth carried on so his mini greeting made him sound like a fourteen year old who’s voice was still breaking. With a small cough Dan looked the opposite direction in hope that they did not hear him and that he would have another chance of trying to talk to this mysterious woman.