RP: Awkward

[tt_lavender]

Date: 3 March 2002
Characters: Lavender Brown, Dempster Wiggleswade
Setting: The Unicorn and Fox, Settlement 1
Content: PG?
Status: Public: Closed

The Command Centre reminded Lavender of the Ministry of Magic. Certainly not the building itself, which had been built less than a year ago and couldn't even compare to the age and grandeur of the Ministry, but the atmosphere. Somehow, it seemed to make the place feel older and more serious; no matter where or when they were, security personnel were cut from the same cloth. Of course, there was a certain amount of sheepishness going around the office these days following the love potion incident. It meant that there wasn't much eye contact going on between certain people, which Lavender could deal with right now as she accessed the computer system to run a search.

It was just the teeniest, tiniest abuse of power. At least, that was what Lavender was telling herself. And technically she was searching for a datapad, not a person, which alleviated any guilt she might have felt. Mostly, though, she was tired of feeling awkward about going to work and the possibility that she might have to do a shift with a certain someone. So she was going to try to do something about it. After all, she couldn't really make things worse, could she?

Which was why when she finished her shift, showered and re-dressed into something a little less practical - a black and white striped sundress - Lavender headed to the Unicorn and Fox. As she entered, she pushed herself onto tiptoes to look around, but she didn't just search with her eyes. She knew his scent almost instinctively; she could find him if she was blindfolded in a crowded room. A soft, frustrated sigh escaped her. The downside of all those werewolf scars.

Luckily, Dempster was by the bar, which made things easier. But as she approached, Lavender realised that she hadn't quite planned this far ahead. Finding him? Yes. Talking to him? Not so much. She bit her lip, heart racing a mile a minute as she leant against the bar. "Demp?" she ventured, not sure what to say next.

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[tt_dempster]

Demp had made his way to the U&F after work, having avoided the World's End lately because he tended to know everyone in the room. Not that Demp was someone to avoid those he knew, but it seemed everyone was a bit less open these days, and rightfully so if you asked him. He couldn't believe he'd fallen for a love potion. An amateur one at that. And with a co-worker. A young, beautiful, talented co-worker. Co-worker, and young, being the keywords, of course. So he was settling in with a shot of whiskey and a local form of beer that was a little sweet - like a lambec, back home - when he heard a familiar voice say his name tentatively. He set the shot down and turned, "Ms. Brown?"

Keeping things as formal as possible, indicated the seat next to him, "Please, have a seat, would you like to join me? I was getting a drink after that double, there's only so much a light sleeping potion can do after all," he then turned back to his shot and took it, chasing with the sweet ale.