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The Leaky Cauldron; Drinks after Work
Topic Started: Jun 22 2008, 11:57:14 PM (425 Views)
Deleted User	Jun 22 2008, 11:57:14 PM Post #1
Deleted User	Belladonna entered the dusty tavern. She nodded and flashed a smile over at Tom, who nodded while polishing some of his glasses. " 'avin the usual, ma'am?" Tom inquired. Bella answered with a faux-sincere nod. She clicked quietly over to a booth in a corner, the green lamps casting a sallow light over her skin. She removed her cloak, smoothing her skirt underneath her before sitting down. She removed her jacket to reveal her white starched shirt, a few of the top buttons choicely left open. A few moments later, Tom had brought her the usual: a plain muggle vodka martini, with three olives. She hadn't asked him for the third olive, but he always gave it to her anyway. She had NO reason why. She always ate it anyway. She stirred her drink absently with the toothpick-ed olives before taking a small sip. Her lipstick left a print where her lips had been. It had been an excruciating day at work, with the Daily Prophet at her back, and the whole Hogwarts situation. The school really should have been closed. That old bitty, Belleford, should have been disposed of ages ago. Donna took another sip. Bliss. This is the only useful thing muggles had ever done: make worthwile alcoholic beverages.
Deleted User	Jun 23 2008, 07:40:10 PM Post #2
Deleted User	Alphonse entered the tavern looking a bit tired, annoyed, but never the less jovial about his having accomplished everything he'd set out to do in one fell swoop. He was Senior Undersecretary, he'd just been inducted into the Wizengamot, Umbridge and the horse were dead, Charles had no doubt accomplished whatever he sought to accomplish by having Alphonse raise suspiscion as to the safety of Hogwarts, and to top it all off, his little step-brother was grounded until September! (The little fool didn't even have his wang, and he refused to tell Alphonse's father where he'd lost it. Not that he and Alphonse didn't have a good idea.) Oh happy days! Walking tall, he strode over to the booth where sat Belladonna Quagmire, a hard-boiled, man-eating shrew of a woman who happened to be the Ministry's top aide. No doubt she already wants to ride his ass over how he's been handling the sitution, even though its ony been a few weeks since he'd been appointed. Either that, or she was just angry over having been passed up in favor of himself for the position of Senior Undersecretary. His assitant--Selkis, or Serkis, or something like that--followed him in, but Alphonse waved him away and told him to wait in the car, which he did. And if Alphonse's assitant had done so begrudgingly, then Al hadn't noticed, for he'd already spotted Belladonna, beautiful, but hard-looking. The kind of woman a sensible man knew to stay far away from. Unfortunately for Alphonse, contact with this woman was part of his job--whether it was to be pleasureable or not, Alphonse did not know. "Good afternoon, Donna," said the young Ministry wizard with a smile, removing his robes to reveal his pressed, white dress shirt and black tie. He sat down across from Donna. His blonde curly hair was tied back in his usual black ribbon. Alphonse was obsessed with the old ways--even in his dress, though he wore the usual business robes for his job at the Ministry. "You'll excuse my lateness? I was held up in courtroom five," he said in a conversational manner, he sighed, "My first week with a seat in the Wizengamot and we're already in heavy debate over the Werewolf Registration Act. I don't know about you, but if I were an employer, I'd want to know if the person I was hiring transformed into a blood-thirsty monster once a month." His blue eyes glanced momentarily on her exposed clevage, but he quickly averted them, resting his eyes on her own. Alphonse quickly recovered by asking, "And you? How's it been at your job? I suppose your as busy as I am, right now, what with the disturbance at Hogwarts?" Tom the barman showed up at their booth, and Alphonse ordered a firewisky. He was pureblood wizard, and proud of it. Nothing he did (or drank) was of the muggle variety.
Deleted User	Jun 24 2008, 12:30:51 AM Post #3
Deleted User	Belladonna nodded curtly to Alphonse as sat down in the booth. "Alphonse. No harm done. I see you're adjusting to your new responsibilities as Senior Undersecretary. I'm sure you'll do a more spectacular job than Dolores had, Merlin grant her peace." Donna put forward her best, albeit false, smile. She really didn't care is the old bat was peaceful or not, she was out of the way and that's what mattered. "Too right you are. Werewolves shouldn't be allowed in our society, unless registered. I wouldn't want to be living in a community, let alone workplace, where there are werewolves about. How safe could it be?" She was insanely jealous of his activities. They should have been her activities. She longed to whip out her wang and permanently erase that smirk off his chiseled face. She chose the high road, however, and took another sip of her drink, pulling one of the olives off the toothpick and drawing it into her mouth. After chewing and swallowing she continued. "My Job? It's been going just swimmingly since the attack and battle that took place at Hogwarts. My department has been flooded with reporters ever since. The Prophet reporters are constantly at my door, asking for new developments and leads. Even that half-witted reporter from the Quibbler showed up. The news from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is dwindling, but the reporters keep coming with the same stamina. I'm running out of ways to appease them. Instead of coming to this tavern once or twice a week, my visits have dramatically increased to every other day." She took this moment to drain her drink, taking the last olive and popping it in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Tom reappeared with another, and took her empty glass. She took another sip, leaving another lipstick stain, before breaching a new topic. She fixed her steel grey eyes upon Alphonse and spoke. "If I may speak frankly, Alphonse, there were a number of us who were suprised, when you took Dolores' place. You're moving up the corporate ladder quickly for a Wizard of your years." Donna speculated offhandedly, trying not to look as though she was wondering about the events surrounding Dolores' demise and Alphonse's ascencion to a higher office. Of course there wasn't any number of people to Donna's knowledge, she just thought it might sound better if it was proposed by a larger group.
Deleted User	Jul 1 2008, 08:31:47 PM Post #4
Deleted User	Alphonse considered the woman for a moment, and understood exactly what she was getting at. Alphonse downed his Firewisky and smiled even more widely. "Now Donna," he said, giving a mirthless laugh, his voice and expression quickly becoming harder, "surely don't take me for a fool? I worked directly under that cow--and please, can we drop the niceties and just say she was a cow?--and she was well respected despite being a foul old woman. My father happens to be a very well-loved member of wizarding society, and my family has served this country's Ministry since we moved here from France a century ago. I've been groomed for this since the day I was born. Who else is best suited for the job? Certainly not the patsy you take me to be: I know you were being considered for this position, but there are certain...ah...circumstances that have caused the Minister to consider the talents of others. Now I know you're as macabre and politically savvy as myself, and you know that such things are the nature of politics. Now what I want to know it, are we going to be enemies, or are we going to work together for the better of our world?" He was a great deal calmer with his last sentence. The young Ministry wizard looked blankly into the hard eyes of his colleague. Though he would not admit it, he did not want to make enemies of her. She was a pureblood after all, and by the sound of it, not a blood-traitor in the least--though more importantly she was very powerful in her own right. She had not the power to make or change laws, as Alphonse had, but he knew what kind of "perks" her position lent her. He was certainly no fool.
Deleted User	Jul 1 2008, 08:55:14 PM Post #5
Deleted User	Bella's eyes narrowed. Perhaps she had underestimated him. "No, Alphonse. You are no fool, of that I am certain." she said quietly. She heard his proposition loud and clear. He could be very imposing if he wanted to be. She didn't need anymore enemies. Especially since every official's wife at every Ministry function usually glared at her whilst holding onto their husbands. Not that she cared, it was all getting to be tiresome. As if she wanted anyone lower than her, anyway. She replied calmly. "I don't think that we'll be having any problems, Senior Undersecretary, sir." She had added that last part, admitting defeat. For now. She traced the rim of her martini glass lightly, barely touching it with her finger, her eyes watching her finger for a moment. She brought them back up to his"I'm sure we'll work beautifully together." she added, somewhat coyly as she lifted her drink and tipping her head slightly, demurely.
Deleted User	Jul 23 2008, 08:02:47 AM Post #6
Deleted User	"Good," said Alphonse, smiling, "We should do this more often," he said after a pause, "I can't say I went out for drinks much with any of my colleagues back in my paper-pushing days. They were all...not worth my time." Alphonse turned to reach into the pocket of his cloak, which rested on the back of his chair, and he extracted a black bag. He pulled several gold galleons from the bag and placed them on the table--enough to cover his and Donna's drinks. "To a beautiful partnership!" Alphonse said, raising his glass as if to toast. Then, he downed his firewisky in one gulp. He set his glass down and smiled. I know she plots, he thought She always plots, the shrew. She was dangerous, but rather predictable, as far as Alphonse could see. In a way, he was interested where this little game would go. He knew, however, that it would not remain friendly for very long.
Deleted User	Jul 23 2008, 02:49:32 PM Post #7
Deleted User	Bella put forth her most sincere grin and raised her glass, draining the remains of her martini. "To a beautiful partnership," she echoed. It would be a partnership. Donna hated partnerships. Whether it was a marriage, or a buisness partnership, they were binding, and Donna didn't like being bound to anything. Or Anyone. Partnerships were meant to be dissovled. "Yes, it's more enjoyable to not be drinking alone. I agree, Senior Undersecretary, we should do this more often. You interest me greatly." she said, locking her slate grey eyes with his. She waved her hand as she pushed away her glass. "Plus, anyway," she said with a smirk, "It is SO refreshing to get out of the workplace and talk of other things that interest us." She had meant that part to be sarcastic, because, all they had spoken of was work since they'd had their first drink. She smiled as she lifted the toothpick with the three olives nestled in a row. She pulled off one with her teeth and chewed softly.
Professor Castor DeMoure	Jul 25 2008, 08:49:14 AM Post #8
Substitute Professor Posts: 61 Group: Professor Member #260 Joined: Dec 15 2007	Tom staggered over toward the table, a pool of sweat running from his forehead down his face. The bartender, while normally a smooth operator had been shaken to his foundation over something. Legs a quiver, he held a piece of parchment loosely in his hands. Swallowing hard, he shook as he placed it on the table. "T...T..This came...over the floo" he spoke nervously to the two Ministry officials. The parchment was stained with blood, aged about one year to the date. Inside, there lay a wand which was broken in half and a Ministry official's nametag, a "Mr. Belbodoure." The name ought to ring a bell to both officials, however Bella would have been the one hounded for details on the disappearance of Jenkins and Belbodoure by the Prophet and other press sources. Looking as if he was about to be sick, Tom made haste away from the two and went back behind the bar. Upon further examination was a carefully crumbled up letter which too was covered in blood, fresher than that of the parchment wrap that contained all the items. Inside this crumbled letter, was a wedding ring, and a message: dear I don't give a damn, greetings and salutations from the belbodoure home. A lovely little broken home where stacey belbodoUre, a widower with two children used to Reside. won't the children and grandparents be shOcked when they find mother stiff as a board in the kitchen... see...ing as to how the ministRy is so unfair in their doings these days, I've decided that draStic actions must be taken by the wizard...ing cOmmunity to see that they reconsider their actions in the Future. several official...s in a certain office have taken it upon them...selves to weed out and point Finger...s at people who just want to do their jobs. i seek to en...sure that these indivduals never have the chance to do such a thIng again. i'd advise every single ministry employee to tread the halls lightly for the next Couple of days, or they might make a big bang. you'll gEt my point, i assure you. explo...sive wishes, Where there ought to be a signature, instead there is an inscription of a magical creature that not many have witnessed in the present days. A haunting figure that stands hunched over, dark as the night with peircing eyes. A Doppleganger. The jinxed letter let out a shriek and then crumbled back after three minutes of being unfolded. If one were to try to open it again, they would find it stiff as a rock and need an spell to undo the jinx before they could examine it again. Patrons of the bar, startled by the shriek, looked over at the table where Bella and Alphonse sat with questionable eyes. Tom, still shaking behind the bar and green as a head of lettuce, made a mad dash for the bathroom.
	"When they all turn on you...is it right to turn on them? I'll start their year off with a bang!" Special Thanks to Genevieve for the Sig.
Deleted User	Jul 29 2008, 03:54:28 AM Post #9
Deleted User	Alphonse smirked. He knew they hadn't, and probably wouldn't, ever gotten around to talking about things that interested them. Alphonse, however, had decided to be agreeable and try to smooth things over with the woman, who was now chewing on the olives from her drink, her painted lips moving back and forth. "So, then, Donna," he asked, "What does interest Belladonna Qua--" But a presence at the table made him stop and look up. There was Tom the landlord, pale as a ghost and slick with sweat. In his hand was a bit of parchment stained red. "T...T..This came...over the floo" he stuttered, looking a bit peaky. "Good lord, man," said Alphonse, initially shocked and curious as to what had gotten the usually composed barman to shake in his boots like that. Alphonse took the note, his nose crinkling when he realized that the red stain was blood. With apprehensive fingers he unraveled the parchment--apprehensive more for the fact that he was touching something with someone else's blood on it than he was for the fear of what it might contain--and out fell two objects, one that was a laminated card which floated down on the table; the other was a gold ring that dropped down to join the card with a metallic CLINK. Momentarily forgetting the note, Al picked up the card, and saw that it was a Ministry name tag. It read "Mr. Belbadour" the object was undeniably a wedding ring. Alphonse placed the nametag back down on the table, and turned his attention back to the note and read it, his ice-blue eyes widening not with grief for the deaths of Jenkins and Belbodoure--that had happened ages ago, and Al hadn't shed a tear even then--but they were wide in a sort of curious disbelief. So, this person had killed at least two people and was now threatening an office at the Ministry. It wasn't that Alphonse didn't care for his safety, however, and so he passed the note to Donna, so that she could read it. "Some lowly dissenter making death threats...as if I haven't seen that before," he said rather callously to Donna as he held the parchment in front of her, "Come on, Tom, don't be a pansy." He yelled allowed so the landlord in the bathroom could hear him. The fact that this...person may or may not have killed Jenkins and Belbodoure was of little concern to Alphonse. All in all, it sounded like some angry low-level employee who got sacked, or some pauper who doesn't believe the Ministry is doing enough for them--as if they ever did much for themselves. Still, it was a threat, and Alphonse would take it seriously--just not with any kind of panic. In his writing off of the threat, however, he failed to notice anything "more" about the letter. ((OOC: Perhaps Donna could see something of the hidden messages in the note and insist that Al contact someone from the Ministry?))
Deleted User	Jul 29 2008, 02:02:23 PM Post #10
Deleted User	Belladonna's eyes narrowed with disgust as Tom the barkeep scuttled toward the bathroom. "Men," she muttered under her breath. She accepted the note from Alphonse and laid it flat on the table. She pulled out her wand and swished it. "Immobilus." she uttered so the letter would stay still and not re-crumple. She held her wand over the parchment again and pointed the tip on the parchment. "Reveal your secrets." She said. The underlined words lifted off the page and into the air over their table. Greetings widower won't reconsider several people who never tread lightly or they might explo... Belladonna Quagmire was as white as a sheet. Her voice, once husky and silky, came out as a small croak. "Alphonse," she croaked. "I need you to contact someone at the Ministry. I have an inkling of a feeling that we will find the body of Stacey Belbodoure where he note says. Jenkins and Belbodoure have been missing for weeks. I need you to send a team of Aurors to the Belbodoure residence before the press get's wind of this." She balled her tiny fists under the table, in an attempt not to scream in the tavern. Whoever they were, they knew Donna's deepest secret. And they were taunting her, teasing her, because they knew the truth. She'd disposed of her husbands like it was trash day. She was the only widower at the table. It made sense. He eyes flashed silver and her perfectly aligned teeth gnashed together in anger. Whomever they were, they'd already bought their tickets to Hell, and Belladonna was just the witch to send them there.
Deleted User	Jul 31 2008, 06:34:15 PM Post #11
Deleted User	Alphonse couldn't help but be troubled by Belladonna's change in tone. He attempted to see what her spell had revealed, but as he looked over the woman's shoulder, whatever new form the parchment had taken was now lost as the words reverted to their original composition. Cocking an eyebrow, once again more in curiosity than out of fear, Al nevertheless took her change in disposition seriously. However, he knew that no matter how little it mattered to him, the apparent murder of Jenkins and Belbodoure was something worth telling his father to look into. "Very well," he said, leaving for the door, "I shall contact my father. If you could meet with us in your office..." Still not exactly sure what had provoked such a change in the woman, Alphonse entered his car and told the driver to take him to the Ministry.
Deleted User	Aug 1 2008, 02:17:46 PM Post #12
Deleted User	Belladonna, after three dry martinis, wasn't stumbling over herself, of course, but her head was beginning to pound. She had come to the Leaky Cauldron to relax. Yeah. Right. She snatched her cloak from inside the booth. She angrily flashed her cloak around her, then clacked over to the fireplace. She took a handfull of Floo Powder and Flooed to her Assistant's shabby flat, to go wake her up.There was no sleeping at the Ministry. Not when Belladonna Quagmire was upset.
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