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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Sept 19, 2007 17:12:10 GMT
Since the start of term, things had been crazy for young Dia Owen and her friendships had been suffering for it. Other more thriving relationships were more intense but that, in Dia's eyes, didn't make them any more important then her other friendships. Her greatest support had been from Bree and since their return the two teachers hadn't spend more then fifteen minutes in each other's presence owing to a powerful need to eat.
So on Friday afternoon, when both teachers had free they planned to meet for lunch at the new restaurant The Majestic Bird. When Dia arrived, five minutes early as she was for most things, she was astounded by the quaintness and warm in the restaurant, despite the cool temperatures outside. She smiled at the waitress that came over and said, "table for two please."
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Post by Sianna Book on Sept 19, 2007 17:54:20 GMT
Sianna had been fidgeting all morning, a nervous habit she had. She had been platting the end of one of her thick braids, tapping her foot, tapping the end of her pencil on the table she was lazily stretched out on. They had been open for a few hours and only a few customers so far. She was beginning to worry but she couldn't tell anyone, no one would care or want to listen.
When a tall blond lady walked in and asked for a table for two, Sian looked around and chose a table by the window, in to warmth of the sun light that streamed through. "Here you are ma'am," Sianna said, twirling on the spot and waving an arm over the table. She laid the menus she had brought with her on the table and stood back. "I'll give you a few moments to decide what to drink while you wait." Sianna smiled and took up her place at the front of the shop again.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Sept 19, 2007 18:24:52 GMT
Bree was late as usual and ran down the street of Hogsmeade and towards the new little restaurant she had told Dia about. They had arranged to meet there this afternoon and Bree was late. She ran and stopped quickly in front of the white door. Catching her breath, she pushed the door open and was greeted with the smell of baking and immense warmth. It felt easy and loving, just how Brianna liked it.
She spotted Dia sitting by the window and, not even stopping to greet the waitress, Bree moved to where Dia was. She pulled out the seat, put her bag on the floor, and heaved an apology. "I'm sorry I'm late," she said. "Been here long?" She blinked and gave Dia a toothy smile. Bree sat back in her chair and surveyed the menu. "Nice place," she commented after a brief moment, "has it been here long?"
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Post by Sianna Book on Oct 23, 2007 0:25:22 GMT
Sianna was sitting quietly by the small lectern by the front entrance to The Majestic Bird, writing a letter as she had been before people started coming in. When another customer came in, abruptly and unceremoniously Sianna jumped off the high chair and let out a small squeak. She watched at the tall lady joined to other that had arrived. Quickly putting down her letter and quill, Sigh took her note pad and strolled to the table where the two ladies were seated.
Sigh arrived at the table just in time to hear the second lady's question. "It..." she stumbled at first, "it hasn't been here long at all. A two week or so we've been open." Feeling uncomfortable with having the two ladies looking at her, Si cleared her through and pushed a dreadlock out of her face. "Can... can I get you ladies anything to... to drink?" she asked tentatively. She was worried that she would have to come back and she always felt uncomfortable about doing that.
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Post by Cattrim Rallon on Oct 23, 2007 22:22:33 GMT
Some of Catt's customers prefered to lie low, they couldn't be seen in unrespectable places, so he had to go to them. Luckily they tended to pay for the extravagent meals and conventional good luck drink to send him safely on his voyage. This time he'd chosen a relatively new place, to broaden his horizons but also deter suspicion that mounted whenever he met people in Madam Puddifoots. Now this place was more up market but not so flamboyantly extravagent; quaint was the word that sprung to his mind; a place he would usually never set foot in.
But customers demanded it. Strolling down the main high street in his usual nonchalent way; hands stuffed deep in his pockets and an ever so slight swagger to his walk, his face was set in a small smile, not entirely genuine but not fake neither, as he'd just seen an old friend who'd wished him luck in his venture.
Knowing he was early Catt ducked into the little restaurant with a fleeting grin as he saw few real customers; nice and quiet, perfect. "Table for three please," he asked standing calmly at the door as he smiled about winking at the two ladies present.
"And those ladies can have a drink on me. I'm feeling charitable... it's not like me." He shook his head with a smirk then settled down into the seat he was directed to. All he had to do now was wait...
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Post by Sianna Book on Oct 27, 2007 20:40:52 GMT
Si looked at the two ladies expectantly but at the tinkle of the bell above the door Si jumped, squeaked, and whirled around to see the gentleman she had served not too long ago. Sighing, Si tried to smile at him but she was still mildly shaking from the scare.
He offered to pay for the ladies' drinks and Si nodded in understanding. "Certainly, sir," she said and turned back to her first customers, waiting patiently for their orders. “The gentleman over there has offered to pay for your drinks, ladies,” Sianna informed the two.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 27, 2007 21:13:19 GMT
Bree smiled up at the nervous waitress. Her nerves were visible and Bree felt for her. Listening carefully to her short tale, Bree glanced down at her menu once more and scanned it for something she would like to drink. She looked at Dia and said, "I think I'll have some tea. How about you, Illy?" Bree had found out the story behind the nickname and loved it and so used Dia's nickname as often as she could.
When a squeak came from the waitress, Bree looked up casually to the man that had come in. Bree shot him a broad smile and looked at Dia. "Hear that?" Bree said, gleefully, "he's offered to pay for us." She looked to the waitress now and said, "in that case we'll have a decent bottle or red wine, a 1978 Sauvignon Blanch if you can find it." Bree closed her menu and set it on the table and smiled at Dia.
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Post by Cattrim Rallon on Oct 29, 2007 17:39:55 GMT
wondering quite what had driven him to the crazy moment of charity he felt the heavy bag of gold within his pocket, even that expensive drink wasn't a problem. Though he had looked momentarily crestfallen, it was his hard earned money after all.
He supposed for that dazzling smile he would probably buy her another, money wasn't important to Catt, more so the excitement of earning it; that's why his 'job' wasn't conventional.
"You know how to burn a hole through a wallet," he commented dryly stopping himself from propping his feet upon the table; especially given the presence of ladies. Still he tilted back his chair and had lcukily been directed to a seat by a window, precisely where he'd wanted it. Peering out Catt chuckled his aquaintances would join him soon.
Turning back to the lady he provided some small talk by adding "you even know your wines by the sounds of it, but then pretty ladies like yourselves generally do." He'd purposefully kept the compliment low, he didn't want their heads to expand to the size of pineapples, which fanciful people's generally did.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Nov 8, 2007 0:29:44 GMT
Dia slowly looked up from her menu when she heard the bell above the door tinkle as someone came in. It was who Dia had hoped: Brianna. Dia smiled at her friend as she joined her at the small table and then to the waitress who was on duty. Dia had been staring over the menu for some time now and still could not decide what to drink, let alone eat. At Bree's question, Dia shook her head and promptly turned to the waitress to hear the answer to Bree's next question. The poor dear was nervous, Dia could not understand why but didn't have the opportunity to mull over it.
The bell tinkled again and a man walked in. Dia looked at him, watching him move to a table. He seemed to be in a good mood as he offered to pay for their drinks. Dia knew what was coming but even so when Bree asked for the most expensive wine she could find, Dia couldn't help but laugh. "You and your wines," Dia sighed in wonder and she was not the only one it seemed. The gentleman that came in also seemed to have noticed.
Dia looked at Bree with a curious crook of the head. It had turned into a sort of ritual with these two ladies to share a bottle of wine when they went out and Bree always chose them. "That is a very good enquiry. How is it that you know you're wines so well?" Dia asked, letting her menu lie open on the table. She fixed Bree with a meaningful look showing her that she wasn't avoiding this question.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Nov 15, 2007 16:18:55 GMT
Bree laughed heartily when she became quizzed about her wine knowledge. By Dia's look she knew she would not be able to dance her way out of this one. Brianna didn't like sharing information about her past because it was past and there was nothing to be done there but wallow but she felt sure that this she could share, Dia would be interested and this stranger that had joined them would forget within a week.
Bree cleared her throat and set her menu down too. "Well," she began slowly, "I grew up on a vineyard, my father made wines and taught me a great deal about wines. It's easy enough to understand and interesting if you have the want to learn. I was young and wanted to know everything, like my pupa. He taught and I learnt. Simple as that." Bree laughed again at memories at hours spent with her father, those were good times.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Dec 12, 2007 22:28:33 GMT
Dia laughed when Bree said it was simple. "Things are rarely simple, my friend," she said with a little laugh. It was nice to hear about Bree's life as she wasn't very forthcoming about such things unless you out right asked and it never seemed appropriate to do so. Dia frowned slightly. "A vineyard?" she asked, "a vineyard where?" A direct question that she knew Bree would answer.
"It seemed terribly exciting though, growing up in such a place." Dia thought it sounded romantic and sat back in her chair dreaming about it. "All I ever had for excitement were the occasional weekend mini-breaks to the sea we'd take, me and my parents I mean. But as I got older and they got higher in the food chain in their work they had less time for me ... or each other." Dia was staring at the rim of the glass she was fingering, frowning slightly at the memories. Pulling herself out of it, Dia leant on the table and smiled, "But it was always very exciting."
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Dec 13, 2007 0:05:21 GMT
Bree laughed heartily when Dia implied that her childhood had to be fun because she was living on a vineyard. It was a laughable notion. "It was boring as a snitchless game," Bree chuckled, slapping a hand to the table. "Just lots of sitting about and waiting. Oy vay, I hated the waiting!"
Listening to Dia talk made Bree feel a little bad for the woman but Bree still thought she had it worse off; Dia didn't even know. Bree lounged back in the chair and smiled. "At least you got to go to some place new for holiday," Bree pointed out, "all we ever did was go to different vineyards to visit friends." And Dia's question still lingered in the air, so she answered it truthfully.
"It's in France. I grew up in France on the most part. Pappa always wanted to have a vineyard and he got ours for a bargain. Mamma went to Hogwarts, which is why I did too but Pappa was always very interested in the magic world. I took him to a Quidditch match once and he loved it. Said it was better then soccer. The proudest day of his life, he said. My fondest memory of him." Brianna's eyes shifted to Dia and she smiled. She had told the whole truth and she was very proud for it.
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Post by Professor Dia Hubbles on Jan 12, 2008 23:30:13 GMT
Dia smiled at Bree, watching the lines on her face bend as the excitement what she was saying began to grow in her face. Dia wished she had such stories of her parents but being the busy muggles they were there were few stories she had to share that weren't boring beyond reckoning and uneventful. Dia had always felt that it was the story of her life: boring and uneventful, until a certain came into her life. That was of course monstrously wrenched from her and the weight of it was weighing on her as she sat smiling at the bubbly teacher.
"I've always wanted to go to France," Dia admitted, playing with a bit of embroidery on the table cloth. "Though I've traveled much I've never been there." She spoke with a dreamy lightness to her words as though she had always contemplated is but never worked up the courage to go there. At one point she and Dan had discussed places they would love to go and Paris was on the top of both of their lists. She had thought that she would be able to do it with him at her side but now that he wasn't she didn't know about anything any more.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Jan 22, 2008 0:17:59 GMT
Bree laughed when Dia started talking as though she were the only woman in the room. Dia had her wistful moments and it always amused Bree as to when they happened. But Bree was beginning to notice a change in her friend. Something had happened that she was no longer as cheery as she would normally be. It was most odd but Bree didn't say anything or ask. She wasn't the type to ask to be confided in; if Dia wanted to share with her she would.
"Ah, France," Bree chuckled with a sigh. "I'd like to take you there sometime as you really need to go there with someone who knows the place and who can take you the the best places without hitting to tourist traps." Bree began to think of all the places she could show Dia and what a peculiar pare they would make, walking around Paris. Bree thought in pictures and the pictures in her head were most entertaining.
Bree sighed contented and happened to look upon Dia. She did not seem her usual, cheery self. Bree stretched out a hand and put it on Dia's. Inclining her head to the side, she asked, "D, is everything alright? It's just that you seem terribly distracted and not at all yourself." Brianna kept her blue green eyes on Dia as she was being insistent and wanted to know what was troubling her friend.
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