It was probably far too early in the week for Callie to find herself down at the Three Broomsticks once again. Though she’d been wandering into the Hog’s Head more often, she still enjoyed this more bustling bar for the most part. Even though she hadn’t been working at Hogwarts all that long, she was excited for the summer, looking forward to the first benefit of working at the school—which was having summers off. After the week she’d had, the time off was more welcome than ever. Hogwarts had its end of the year ball only a couple of days before, and she’d had an influx of female members of the student body come in the days before with many different cosmetics spells gone wrong. She’d certainly had her share of reversing skin damage done to bints that had tried to remove zits and other supposed imperfections on their faces. Callie hadn’t recalled ever being that worried about her appearance back at school, though that might have had something to do with the overwhelming amount of confidence she’d possessed. And still did, but that had something more to do with age, as she supposed every bint was supposed to be self-conscious at that age. Perhaps she had been and just didn’t recall, she mused, though she’d certainly never attempted many cosmetics charms in her day.

And she really bloody wished that the witches would stop trying to supposed improve themselves, as they failed more often than not. Luckily, the ball was over, which meant hopefully she’d seen her last mishap as far primping for that was concerned. Callie had no more patients in the hospital wing, at least, which meant she’d warranted a night off—though the school obviously knew how to contact her if something came up. It was odd having to worry about that when going out, but luckily she had the alcohol tolerance to make up for it… not that she would contemplate getting too drunk to work if she had to. That was simply another reason why she was looking forward to summer as much as she was. Taking a swig of her second firewhiskey of the evening, Callie took a look around the room. As always, it being a weekday did nothing to lessen the packs of people inside of the establishment, and the atmosphere was precisely why she enjoyed it there so much.

Outfit

@levi

Seeing as Levi was the owner of the Hog’s Head, he really have every night off that he could. Fortunately, he had someone come in to cover his shift, finding that he needed to get out of the dimly lit location and view another one, though he definitely didn’t prefer The Three Broomsticks over his love. Stepping into his competition’s arena, he looked about to see any potential distractions for the night. Quickly, his eyes fell on a lonesome looking witch sitting at the bar. He continued to look around but seeing no other options that compared to her, he made his way towards her, his eyes moving over her body.

It was always a shame when someone so attractive dressed to cover up. Everything seemed to be backwards. Bints that shouldn’t be wearing tight and revealing clothes tended to do such a thing whereas bints that had the body that would be criminal to not reveal, seemed to cover up. Blokes didn’t win either way, it seemed. However, Levi had quite the imagination and he could immediately tell that the bint had a body that was definitely worth getting seen. Putting in his order to the bartender, he looked over at her again, offering a sly smile. “Rough night?” he asked, glancing at the firewhiskey she was drinking before thanking the bartender for his own drink.

What she had found to be a near constant debate for her since she had begun working for Hogwarts was the idea of being professional when she was outside of the castle walls. Was she supposed to be respectable, or not? Callie knew that professionalism wasn’t something that she possessed in large quantities, or any really, and she was finally starting to determine that she just needed to remain someone that students could respect… to an extent, while at Hogwarts. Outside of that, she was not necessarily going to constrict herself from acting how she wanted to act simply because of her job. After all, no student should be out right now in any case, which meant that there were no poor impressions to make on easily influenced students, apparently. As far as she was concerned, she was a twenty-five year old witch, the youngest employee at Hogwarts, and that meant that the students more than likely didn’t think that she was all that professional just based on that. If they did, more than likely she wouldn’t be being asked out by older students as if she would ever actually accept those offers. So clearly, professionalism needed to be taken with a grain of salt.

Callie raised an eyebrow at the bloke who had approached her, though he was the perfect example of why she needed to keep professionalism at the school only. Otherwise, respectfully, she would probably have to deny herself a hell of an opportunity. Granted, she wasn’t all that impressed by his line, but with a face like that, who needed to be clever? “Not in the slightest,” she said in response, smiling lightly. “I just like firewhiskey,” Callie added, taking another swill of her drink. She knew that most bints only drank the fiery liquor if they were planning on getting incredibly belligerent due to some ridiculous life event like a break-up, or something stereotypical like that. “What’s the success rate on that line?” Callie asked, curiously, already sensing just what type this bloke might be. “It certainly must get you caught in situations where you have to act like you give a damn about some sob-stories,” she concluded, lightly, before pausing to finish off her firewhiskey. As she was just about a regular at the Three Broomsticks, Callie barely had to look the bartender’s way before he was delivering another one to her.

Levi had seen his fair share of attractive women in his life, but this one far outweighed them all. Every feature seemed perfectly in place and her skin looked too smooth to not want to bring his lips to every inch of it. His mind was floating through a few different ideas of what he wanted to do with her, none of which seeming perfect enough. He supposed he should wait until he actually convinced her that a one night stand was what she wanted, but he was confident that he would be able to do that with ease. Every woman was the same, even those who thought they wanted a more serious relationship. When it came to a night of hot passion, they were for it 100%. They wanted a man to show them what they had been missing and they wanted to be desired so strongly.

He laughed at her response, taking a long sip of his drink while he sat with his back to the counter, looking about the pub. “It’s not so much the line that matters, as it is the person giving the line,” he replied, shrugging lightly as he looked back over towards her. “And would you look at that, it got you talking, did it not?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. She was certainly giving much more of a response than he had expected, now deciding that he already had her. All bints just wanted to talk a bit, and all he wanted was a good shag…with an apparently incredibly hot bint that he wished he could just leave with now.

Callie supposed that eventually she actually would be expected to grow up or act more responsible. She’d had enough friends tell her this, or old friends, really, as she didn’t feel much reason to keep in contact with people who only wanted to nag her about getting married and popping out some kids. If she could respect their decision to get knocked up and tied down, then clearly they should be able to respect her decision to do the exact opposite. Baby-fever had been practically following her around for several months last year when everyone she knew seemingly got married and pregnant at the same damn time. Bloody idiots, she mused, shaking her head. If it was one thing that her parents had proven, it was that there was no point in relationships, and that not being tied down was just about the best option for anyone who didn’t want to go bloody insane.

She laughed slightly at his response, glad that she’d been able to immediately peg his type. If she was correct, he wanted the same thing she did, and it would only be a matter of time until he realized that. Callie could always see how badly he wanted her, and how hard he would try, because that might give her a moment of amusement—but she really didn’t feel the need to sit here and hear many of his lines when the end result would be the same. “Interesting logic,” she said. Her smile grew at his words, and she leaned in slightly as if telling him a secret. “You could have said hi and it would have gotten me talking,” Callie told him, before straightening up and taking another swig of her firewhiskey, “I’m friendly like that.” She added with a shrug. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was that damn attractive, because really he barely had to say anything and she’d be willing to shag him. She hardly needed to be seduced first.

There was simply something about her look that he just couldn’t get past, for whatever reason that was. It was actually kind of irritating as he just wanted get on with the shag, foregoing any type of conversation and yet, a part of him didn’t think they’d be foregoing the conversation aspect of picking up bints. Perhaps his young age of 32 really was getting to him now, making talking actually sound remotely enjoyable. Whatever it was, he was finding himself to be slightly annoyed, though he didn’t outwardly show it. Maybe next time he’d stay in the bloody Hog’s Head as clearly he was feeling under the weather.

He quirked an eyebrow at her laughter, a grin forming on his features as he looked over at her, noting her nice smile. Bloody hell, they could talk later if he was still apparently feeling sick. For now, he needed to stay focused on the specific task at hand…perhaps that would make him feel better. “Proven logic,” he shrugged in response. “Oh, I’ll try that for the next one,” he joked lightly, finding himself amused by this bint. He supposed she was more than just beauty, after all. “Friendly, so friendly that you go out to bars alone?

Although she could remain… well, at least semi-professional while at Hogwarts, when she was out of the school, Callie did find herself wondering just how much she was overthinking the idea of professionalism in all aspects of her life. To an extent, she knew that while she was a teenager, seeing a professor out drinking at a bar would mean absolutely nothing to her. Granted, that was because she would have been able to separate them as her professor and them as a person who clearly had other aspects of their life, so as far as she was concerned the issues should be separate. And she wasn’t even a professor. Hell, half of the student body still probably couldn’t pick her out in a crowd; the only ones knowing her being the ones that have been in the hospital wing for the most part. So really, the idea of being ultra-cautious out in public was just ridiculous. There was no reason not to be her normal, slightly promiscuous and always mildly intoxicated, self. Overthinking it was just ridiculous, as it wasn’t an issue she would find herself in often.

Perhaps she would be able to convince herself otherwise if she wasn’t in the presence of someone who was obviously tempting her to just be herself without worrying if someone was around that she needed to give off a professional vibe for. No students were off grounds now in any case, and she was actually starting to irritate herself with how much she was pondering that as a whole. It wasn’t a topic that needed to even be crossing her mind at this point. “Well, who am I to dispute proven logic, then?” She stated, solemnly, shaking her head slowly. Callie did wonder if he was the type that came to a bar just looking for a bint to shag, not that she gave a damn if that was the type of bloke she was. That was the subtle difference between witches and wizards; if a women came to a bar looking for a shag in particular, then she was a slag. If a bloke did, then it was normal. Callie found that even never seemed to faze her, because she never went anywhere anticipating a shag. She would sometimes find herself in a position where it would come about, and sometimes it wouldn’t. Really, she just let it happen whatever way it seemed to be going. “Good—it’s quite original, so I’m sure it’ll work wonders.” Callie added, grinning. She was finding this bloke amusing enough, something that she hadn’t been anticipating; most blokes that attractive didn’t have to rely on being funny as well, not that she was complaining. If there was one thing that she enjoyed and would never not be in the mood for, it was an interesting conversation, and this fit the bill for that, regardless of the end results. “Suppose that would be the case, wouldn’t it?” She replied, shrugging. She was out by herself, after all, though she never had really blamed that on friendliness before. If she wanted a drink, she went out and got a drink… if drinking alone was a bit odd, then… well, she supposed she was odd, as she had never really seen a problem with that.

He was trying to peg her personality and her job as he liked to do while waiting for a shag. It was much more entertaining if he could guess it correctly and have them be surprised than for them to share the information with him. Of course, he hardly ever told anyone what his job was…well, at least what one of them was. It wasn’t exactly a turn on to bints to hear that the person they were about to be moaning the name of was an executioner who didn’t question the lives of those he took. It was none of his damn business. His job was to execute the orders, not bloody ask questions, making things personal and shit. Though, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would stay working where he was simply because the Ministry sucked and he didn’t want to work for a bunch of arses. However, that was a thought for another time, he knew, as clearly he had better things to do at the present moment.

Levi was finding it difficult to peg what career this woman would have been interested in, noting that she was still young. In fact, she was probably a decade younger than him, though she presented herself as slightly older. Either way, she was of age, so what did it matter? No, he still really couldn’t peg her. Probably a nurse. All of the hot ones were Healers or some shit. Hell, if she was, he wouldn’t mind going there if he got a damn paper cut. Well, he might give himself a paper cut just to go. “Oh, that would simply be nonsense. You don’t look like a nonsensical person, unless you work for the Ministry, in which case, I do apologize,” he smirked. At least that would limit her possible career paths depending on how she answered, he mused. “Well then, can’t leave a friendly lass by herself too long. That would be depressing. You’re welcome,” he shrugged, taking another long sip of his drink.

Callie wouldn’t have pegged this one as much of a talker, as she had thought she’d realized his type relatively easily. He had seemed like the kind to pick out a bint and decide that he wanted to shag her, and give maybe the bare minimum of effort as far as conversation was involved, trying to get a feel of the situation and see how hard he’d have to work to get the bint to want to leave with him. For some reason, she also hadn’t thought he’d be much for subtly, and he hadn’t even blatantly hit on her yet, which was surprising. She wasn’t complaining, however, because she could still enjoy this conversation even if she did peg the bloke incorrectly. Maybe he didn’t even want a shag, and was simply friendly; that would be an odd change of pace. Callie supposed there was nothing to do, really, but just continue this interesting conversation and find out what happened. “I don’t work for the Ministry, so no apology necessary,” she replied, laughing lightly. Although she had had many jobs since graduating Hogwarts, never finding one that really stuck, the Ministry had never even been an option she’d concerned. The entire establishment just seemed to be going downhill as well, which didn’t help, and she was glad she didn’t work there at this point.

She took a long swill of her firewhiskey, before setting the glass back down and shooting the bloke an entertained look. Frankly, he was proving to be more amusing by the moment, and she hadn’t gotten that kind of impression from him when he had walked up to her. Callie was normally all right at figuring people out, so this was certainly a first for her—an intriguing first, but still a rare occurrence all the same. “Oh, thank you—I’m forever in your debt,” Callie stated, in a dramatically solemn tone. Callie paused for a moment, realizing that she didn’t know the man’s name yet; potential shag, or just interesting conversation, she certainly did like to know who she was talking to. “Do I get to know the name of the generous person keeping me entertained?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

His game was getting thrown off and he really didn’t know how to take that. It wasn’t like she was the hottest bint that he had ever talked to, that he could remember, anyways. Well, none came to mind immediately, but he obviously wasn’t going to remember every one. It was almost like he wasn’t in the mood to flirt, which was just unacceptable. He must be getting bloody sick, not that he could remember the last time he had ever gotten sick before. Perhaps he was just tired then, because this was unacceptable. Check, she didn’t work for the Ministry. He wasn’t even certain why that even bloody mattered or why he even cared, but apparently, it did matter for whatever reason. She at least couldn’t be a stuck up kiss arse who blindly worshipped the bloody Minister. He supposed he worked for the Ministry, as well…but as a bloody executioner. He was pretty much a neutral party at this point. “That’s good; it seems to be lacking job security,” he shrugged, thinking about how many people have changed since he’s worked there. It was rather suspicious, but he didn’t say anything as long as he kept his job.

“And here I thought I would have to buy you a drink first before you were forever indebted to me,” he joked lightly, giving her an amused look. He smirked at her question, using the moment to slowly take a sip of his drink. After putting his drink down, he looked back over to her, holding out his hand. “LJ,” he introduced, taking her hand and kissing it before releasing it. “And yours?” he asked, picking up his drink again.