Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 9:39:24 GMT -7
Normally, Tamar didn't do people. And it seemed that there were too many here in Hogsmeade right now, everyone milling about trying to get a taste of everything the Winter Festival had to offer. But perhaps "too many" was just right in this case; as the dark witch leaned against the fence by the Steaming Stout sipping a firewhisky, she allowed herself to get lost in the cheerful mood and the crowd brought about by the celebration of the holidays.
The setting was so different from the places in which she normally operated: packed and festive, instead of empty and inky. She liked to hide out either in the mountains where the dragons were, or in Borgin & Burke's, where people rarely came by. Even then, she was surrounded by people she was familiar with: shady strangers who shared a common intrigue in the darker bits of magic.
There were patrons of all ages here, from the young to the old. She saw a few familiar faces, some of old Durmstrang kids she'd never thought she'd run into again, but passed by her fleetingly, she becoming just another part of the surroundings in their mind. And she saw those people in the news all the time, the important figures in the Ministry; they too were celebrating, and it was curious to see them out of their shell. She supposed if anyone she knew had seen her here she would have surprised them with her presence as well.
The firewhisky burned pleasantly in her stomach, a small fireplace just for herself. It gave her the courage to get off that damn fence and actually walk around a bit. Hands in her pockets, she made her way through the village slowly, examining the environment with interest. This was only her second time here. She couldn't even remember why she'd come the first. And she didn't know why she came now. Maybe, even after all these years, she still craved the intimacy of a large party.
Eventually she found her way to another spot on the fence and returned to people-watching again. A butterbeer was now in her hand, the firewhisky having been finished quickly while she had been strolling. She could feel her vision getting a little crooked ever so slightly, but Tamar liked to think of herself as a woman able to hold her liquor.
She had turned her head, watching a young couple hold hands and lean against each other as they laughed. Something in her stirred, and she couldn't take her gaze off of them. They just looked so... happy. Uninhibited. Free.
Tamar felt a pair of eyes on her, and looked away just as the young couple glanced back. Someone was indeed staring at her, and she squinted at them distrustfully. Well. She was working two very questionable jobs. "Can I help you?"
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Notes: though I'd throw Tamar into a more unfamiliar setting for her, see where it goes! c: title taken from the brilliant F. Scott Fitzgerald: "I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."
