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Jan 4, 2018 18:48:28 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 18:48:28 GMT -7
Imogen shrugged when Lucy asked if Quidditch players did get paid when they were injured. She didn’t have a clue, and it was difficult to talk about something she had almost no knowledge in. Sadly, Imogen’s area of expertise didn’t exactly make good conversation. It was excellent for magical displays, or if someone came to visit her and commented on the cleanliness of her quarters, which was entirely due to a series of cleaning charms that she had set up. Lucy said that she was sure that Quidditch players got bonuses, and Imogen bobbed her head. Pretty much every career had a bonus system of sorts for exemplary performance. Imogen hadn’t been a professor long enough to know whether or not they got bonuses, but some would say the gifts that she got from students, and the knowledge that she was helping shape young minds, was bonus enough. (Imogen wasn’t sure that was true, but she also wasn’t going to argue. It wasn’t like she was starving or broke, since she had housing and food provided to her nine months out of the year.)
Lucy said that the people who weren’t dangerous maybe lived longer than those who did, and the professor had to bite her lip to keep from insisting that it was definitely so. “Not taking things seriously and living dangerously don’t have to go hand-in-hand.” Imogen commented. The first Quidditch player came onto the stage, and Imogen gestured towards the door. “Ready to make a graceful exit?” She asked her date.
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Jan 4, 2018 19:18:16 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 19:18:16 GMT -7
Lucy could tell that Imogen wasn’t too keen on her motto for life, but then again, Lucy was still young and basically ran on adrenaline, so she wasn’t expecting someone with a steady, professional career to understand, Lucy wasn’t entirely sure she ever understood why she was the way she was. She imagined a lot of it had to do with the fact that her family were so protective and were always so safe and cautious, especially her parents. Lucy didn’t want to be cautious, well she did, but not all the time. She was much more of a risk taker than most of her cousins, even if they didn’t know that bit about her. “Yeah.” Lucy nodded when Imogen asked if they should make their exit. The redhead set her glass of wine back down on the table, away from the others, so that a busboy would surely come and collect it, knowing it was out of place and seeing that it was half gone anyway. They made their way back out of the auction house without making too much noise or too much of a distraction and found themselves once again on the streets of London. “Want to go find something edible?” Lucy asked, again, letting the woman who had already paid for her time make the decisions. However, she still ahd Lucy for a while more.
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Jan 4, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 19:25:32 GMT -7
Lucy said that she was ready to make an exit, and Imogen watched as the redhead put her half-empty goblet of wine down on the table. Im had been a little worried that Lucy was going to chug the rest of the drink so not as to waste anything, but the younger woman didn’t do that. Imogen was glad of that – even if a glass of wine didn’t have that much actual alcohol in it, wine was generally sipped, not chugged, and she wasn’t sure her brain could handle one of her former students being inebriated in her presence without short-circuiting. Lucy asked if she was ready to find something edible, and Imogen laughed a little at the question. The appetizers at the auction had certainly been interesting, if not good to eat. “There’s a diner about a block and a half from here, if you’re fine with diner food.” Imogen suggested. She was lucky that she kept both wizarding and Muggle currency on her at all times, because it made choosing a place to eat a lot easier. She didn’t have to think whether or not she’d be able to pay.
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Jan 4, 2018 19:43:07 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 19:43:07 GMT -7
Imogen suggested a diner not to far away so long as Lucy was okay with diner food. Lucy was okay with just about any kind of food, like she had said earlier, where was the fun if you weren’t willing to take risks and try new things. “Sure. A diner sounds perfect.” she admitted with a nod. “Lead the way?” she asked since Imogen knew where they were going and Lucy was kind of out of her element. She knew bits of London, she knew the area around where she lived, and she knew how to get to the agency from there, but most of the time, she’d just apparate wherever she needed to go and wouldn’t bother with muggle transportation or walking unless she was with a muggle or otherwise unable to use magic. “So what do you do during the summer?” Lucy asked casually in an effort to keep the conversation going. “Like, do you stay at the castle?” she clarified. She was smart enough to know that teachers had social lives just like everyone else, but she was curious what Imogen, specifically did.
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Jan 4, 2018 19:52:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 19:52:49 GMT -7
Lucy said that a diner sounded perfect, and Imogen nodded, putting her feet on autopilot to get there. She and her mother had visited the diner quite a bit when she was a kid, because her mother had insisted that they had the best burgers in all of Britain. How her mother could assert that, Imogen had no clue, but that didn’t matter. Lucy asked what Imogen did during the summer, and the professor shrugged her shoulders. “This is actually my first summer as a professor.” She reminded the younger woman. It was easy for her to forget that this had been her first year as a professor, so Imogen didn’t fault Lucy for making the same mistake. “So I’m still trying to figure out what to do with it.” Imogen hadn’t felt like moving out of the castle, so she was still technically living there over the summer break. As for what she was actually doing, she had gone out to bars a few times, and spent time with her friends, but nothing seriously noteworthy. “I’m afraid my life isn’t that interesting.” She told Lucy apologetically as they entered the diner.
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Jan 4, 2018 22:39:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 22:39:26 GMT -7
Imogen reminded Lucy that it was actually her first summer as a professor and Lucy instantly nodded, right. She hadn’t really thought of it that way. She had almost forgot that Imogen was a new professor. Lucy never really paid much attention to those things, she did of course, notice the change in teacher for the subject, but it was so unimportant at the time that she hadn’t made to much of a note about it in her mind. “Right.” The recent graduate nodded, remembering now and feeling kind of silly for not remembering before. However, she had never really paid Imogen much attention until tonight. Lucy certainly never saw herself on a date with the woman. Imogen admitted that she was still trying to figure out what she was going to do with her summer and didn’t have a very exciting life. Lucy was sure there was more than Imogen was saying, but she wasn’t going to press it, she didn’t want to do anything to make the woman uncomfortable on the date that she was still paying for. “Have you been here before?” Lucy asked as they walked into the diner. The waitress confirmed that there was just the two of them and sat them in a booth near a window.
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Jan 5, 2018 10:31:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2018 10:31:52 GMT -7
The waitress led them to a booth near the window, and Imogen peered outside for just a moment. The reflection from the lights made it difficult to see onto the dim street, but Imogen was suddenly acutely aware of the fact that anyone on the street would probably be able to see her and Lucy. At the question about whether or not she’d been there before, Imogen nodded. “My mother loves hamburgers, and she insisted that this was the best place to get them.” She explained. Imogen paused. “It’s been years since I’ve come, though. I think we last came when I was in school.” No one was going to be recognizing her, Imogen was sure – she was older now, and actually looked people in the eyes, instead of just looking away whenever someone looked at her. And most of them wouldn’t have been used to seeing her as a girl, either, Im realized. In any case, she wasn’t expecting any sort of special treatment. “I always got their chicken noodle soup.” She informed Lucy. “But like I said, my mother loves the hamburgers. And the milkshakes are decent, too, if you decide that you want something less poisonous to drink.” Imogen said, continuing their joke.
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Jan 5, 2018 22:52:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2018 22:52:50 GMT -7
Lucy watched as Imogen quickly peeked out the window. She was still worried, Lucy knew, that someone would see them together and then question it. “You know… if you quit worrying about people seeing us then it’ll look less suspicious in the first place. Don’t think of it as a date, just think of it as having dinner with a friend, if you’d rather. If that would make you more comfortable.” Lucy explained thinking that she probably should have explained that before, maybe it would have made Imogen more comfortable about the evening from the start. After Imogen was done looking out the window and seemed decently content with their situation, she answered Lucy’s question, saying that she hadn’t been here in years but her mother, who loved burgers, insisted that the best burgers in London were here. That was surely something to live up to. “I think I’ll have a burger then.” Lucy decided, without even needing to look at the menu. While some things in her life she was very specific and picky about, food wasn’t really one of them. She liked to try new things. “And a strawberry milkshake, which i definitely believe taste better than poison.” she added with a bit of her lower lip, of course catching the nod to their now running joke. What would the waitress think if she heard that little bit of conversation?
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Jan 8, 2018 15:02:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 15:02:48 GMT -7
Imogen raised an eyebrow when Lucy said everything would look less suspicious if she stopped caring about whether or not people had seen. She didn’t think that her checking for other people made her look suspicious, but she supposed Lucy was the expert in this area. “Dinner with a friend is probably easier.” Im admitted. “If anyone thought that we were dating when you were a student, I could lose my job.” Imogen said bluntly. Obviously she understood why that rule was in place, but it did make this whole thing a little tense for Imogen. It was possible for students and their professors to be friends and want to catch up after school was over, but dating, especially this close to graduation? That was a little shakier.
Apparently, her mother’s recommendation had been good enough for Lucy to go on, and Imogen hoped that the burgers hadn’t changed so that Lucy wouldn’t be sorely disappointed. Lucy decided on a strawberry milkshake, and Imogen nodded. “I prefer chocolate, myself.” She said. “What’s the difference between a strawberry milkshake and a strawberry smoothie, anyways?” She asked. It just didn’t make sense to Imogen.
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Jan 9, 2018 0:26:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 0:26:31 GMT -7
Imogen insisted that if anyone thought that she and Lucy had been dating before Lucy graduated then Imogen could lose her job. That was fairly obvious, but their being on a date now didn’t have to mean that anything happened while she was a student. However, it was all up to Imogen to think about and decide on. She was the one paying, she was the one with final say, even if Lucy thought that she was taking it all a bit too seriously. “Dinner it is.” She nodded. Imogen then went into a question regarding the difference between a Strawberry milkshake and a strawberry smoothie. Interesting. That was something that Lucy hadn’t really considered. “Um. I think a milkshake is made with ice cream and a smoothie is made with yogurt… primarily.” she suggested, that was the best solution she could come up with, she wasn’t sure if there was an actual, scientific definition of the two drinks.
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Jan 10, 2018 15:09:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 15:09:24 GMT -7
Lucy tried to explain the difference between a strawberry milkshake and a strawberry smoothie, but ultimately, the explanation seemed tentative. “Did you do well in Potions?” Imogen asked curiously. She was sure that a Potionsmaster who was a Muggleborn could explain the technical differences of a smoothie and milkshake, but Lucy was neither of those things. Imogen paused for the answer, but was distracted by the waitress who came up to them to ask for their orders. Imogen ordered for the pair and waited for the waitress to depart before turning back to Lucy. “I’ll pay, of course.” She was pretty sure that was implied since Lucy was required to be with her as per the agreements of the escort service, but Imogen didn’t want there to be an awkward moment at the end of the dinner while they tried to figure that out. “They used to have a jukebox over in that corner.” Imogen said, pointing to a now-empty area of the diner. “Wonder what happened to it.” It was a rather weak conversation starter, but all of her other conversation starters that night had been weak, so it wasn’t like Lucy was expecting anything stellar.
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Jan 13, 2018 17:57:49 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2018 17:57:49 GMT -7
Did she do well in potions? Did she really do well in any class? She wasn’t awful, she certainly didn’t fail out, as Imogen would have known, having been one of her professors. However, Lucy couldn’t say that potions was one of her better subjects. So, she shook her head. “Not particularly. My mixology knowledge comes from...well…” She felt her face blush a little. Here she was, about to admit something that would have gotten her in trouble in school to her ex professor. Which, to the redhead, felt so weird. Kind of forbidden. “More, uh, alcoholic ingredients.” however, her milkshake vs. smoothie knowledge came from the house elves. She would, on occasion, ask them to make her one, and it wasn’t hard to watch them. The waitress came back and Imogen ordered for them, insisting that she was going to pay, which prompted a shrug from Lucy. She had expected Imogen to do so, however, she didn’t blame the woman for wanting to clarify. Imogen told her that there used to be a jukebox in the corner, something that Lucy was pretty sure that she had heard before. “That’s a thing that plays music, right?” she clarified. “Maybe it stopped working.” she shrugged.
Before too long their food arrived. Lucy leaned over the table while taking her first bite, not wanting to spill anything onto her lap. Upon tasting the burger, she decided that she Imogen's mother had something in common, they both agreed that this was the best burger they had ever tasted. “Your mother has great taste in burgers.” Lucy said with a smirk once she had swallowed her bite.
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Jan 25, 2018 15:42:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2018 15:42:27 GMT -7
Imogen smirked at Lucy when her former student said that much of her mixology knowledge was with alcohol. It didn’t really surprise Imogen – everyone at Hogwarts seemed to smuggle in liquor at some time or another – but it was nice that Lucy was feeling at least a little bit of the awkwardness that came with having dinner with her former professor. Lucy asked if the jukebox was the thing that played music, and Imogen nodded. “You would think that if it survived from the sixties to my childhood, it’d be able to hang on a little longer.” She lamented. Imogen gave Lucy a glare. “No comments about how old I am.” She said, giving her very best professor finger-shake at the girl so that she wouldn’t try to make a comment about how Imogen was a fossil. It was ridiculous how students thought their teachers didn’t know they made those kinds of comments.
Their food arrived rather quickly, probably because it was a slow night in the diner. Imogen began stirring her soup, aware that it was always piping hot when first delivered and not wanting to burn her tongue. Im smiled when Lucy said her mother had good taste in burgers. “I’m glad you think so.” She said, choosing that moment to begin eating so she wouldn’t have to think of a follow-up to her rather awkward statement.
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Jan 28, 2018 18:29:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2018 18:29:42 GMT -7
Imogen made a comment about how she figured that the jukebox could still be alive if it had survive as long as it did. However, the same thing could be said for a lot of people. The older a person got, the more likely they were to die, but also, the older you expected them to get. That was sort of a morbid way to think of things, Lucy realized, so she chose not to say anything about it. Imogen then forbid Lucy from making any comments about her age and Lucy felt herself smirk again, she felt like she was always in a perpetual state of smirking, “wouldn’t dream of it.” she shrugged. Why would she? As far as she was concerned, Imogen was still young. Sure, she was a professor - but this was her first year as a professor. She couldn’t be more than mid-late twenties, and lucy was in no position at all to judge a client as long and delightful as the one she had been spending the evening with. The muggle men: oh yes, Lucy would judge them all night long. Silently of course, she still wanted to get paid.
Lucy continued to enjoy her burger after Imogen’s comment and then silence as she began to eat too. Once she was finished with the majority of her meal, she decided to be brave and ask the question she had been wondering about for most of this time. Something she’d ask certain clients, mostly, the ones who were decently attractive, or actually seemed like good or nice people. “So… you don’t have to answer this… obviously… but, why did you hire an escort for the night? I mean, I know you wanted a date for the auction… but… why?” Lucy asked, sipping her strawberry milkshake through the straw. Another question, was how come she didn't have anyone she could ask without having to pay for someone, but that question normally came later, if at all.
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Jan 31, 2018 20:05:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2018 20:05:57 GMT -7
Lucy was smirking at her, and Imogen smiled a little at the smirk, and the accompanying words that Lucy wouldn’t dream of making any comments about age. That would make things a lot easier. There was a period of time where the only sounds at the table were various noises that accompanied eating, but then Lucy asked another question – specifically, why Imogen had hired an escort for the night. The professor paused. She hadn’t really thought out a reason, beyond a vague thought or two about how she wanted a companion. But she hadn’t really expected the escort to be anything more than someone to be on her arm for the night, so wanting a companion out of that seemed ill-guided. She took another spoonful of soup, pondering before answering. “I think that there’s this idea that every woman needs a date to everything.” She said slowly. “And when people go without a date to an event like that, it’s like an invitation for everyone else to be creepy.” Imogen shrugged. Even that explanation didn’t seem to touch why she actually wanted a date, and in a way, that was frustrating. She couldn’t even answer a simple question about her own motives! It was true that people were creepy sometimes to single women, but Imogen had never experienced that. Either that, or she hadn’t really noticed. She turned back to her soup, still trying to think of a better justification for what, in hindsight, had been a rather impulsive decision.
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