Time for a Chat(Emrys)

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Things were going rather well, or at least as well as could be expected. He had been silent for now, but he was itching for a good fight, and just the right moment to cause destruction and mayhem. Anton was sitting in the Hog’s Head watching people and musing about just how he would kill each and every single person here. Granted he would probably keep the bartender alive because those were the best eyes and ears in pubs. But he was going to be nice and not harm a single person today, well unless they pissed him off. The pub was full and the only seat that was open was at his table. Some random person came over and tried to sit there but Anton just gave him a look “Sit there at your own risk, for if you do I am not responsible for what will happen to you.” It was a simple threat which made that person walk away.

Now he would only let one person sit there and it was a student, Emrys Nightingale. Anton had a promise to keep to that girl’s mother, and if he was lucky he would keep that promise today. But then yet again he had been here for most of the week without any luck. But today was a weekend and according to the bartender it just so happened to be a Hogsmeade weekend for the students. He had almost forgot about those weekends since he had spent most of his life outside of England, which was because he had gotten kicked out of Hogwarts. After that he spent most of his time in Egypt. And when he got the chance to talk to Emrys he would enquire about the Egyptian professor that taught alchemy at the school. Just then the door opened and he saw the one person that he had been hoping to meet.

@emrys

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It was a weekend, and Emrys had chosen to head out to Hogsmeade for a nice drink of butterbeer.  She had been craving it all week, so now was her chance to get a good sip of it.  And then, there were other activities to do at the jolly village of  Hogsmeade.  She wasn't really sure what she would do, because she wasn't as interested in shopping as other girls were.  But perhaps there might be some intriguing things to catch her interest.  It didn't have to be something that had to do with beauty and fashion.  Maybe she could go to Tomes and Scrolls to find any books on combat and dueling.  Emrys wasn't a bookworm and honestly found extensive reading to be pointless and drab, but she actually found it worth taking the time to glue her eyes to a book if it was about fighting and wars. 

Anyway, her destination was Hog's Head.  She had walked calmly and indifferently among the crowd as usual before she opened the door to the pub.  Once she entered, Emrys looked around at her surroundings.  It was really, really crowded with people.  Human beings everywhere.  Emrys didn't mind that, but she wondered if she would find a place to sit.  If not, Emrys might just have to go to the Broomsticks in the hopes that it had available tables.

However, while she was still looking around her, her eyes landed on a person sitting at a table who was looking at her.  It was a middle-aged man with brown hair but a balding head and wrinkles.  She stared at him in return, wondering why he was looking at her like that.  Perhaps there was just something interesting about a student entering the pub? Old people often liked to observe the young ones to pass judgment about how times had changed and the new generation was more unruly than their parents and grandparents.

But then...there was something familiar about him.  She thought that she'd seen his face before, but for some reason, she couldn't really put a name on it at the moment.  Who was he? Her gaze became wary at the revelation that she remembered his face, but couldn't remember who that face belonged it.  It didn't settle well with her and made her feel somewhat discomfited and defensive.     

Tag: @anton

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He watched Emrys as she looked at him. Anton saw the recognition in her eyes as that she remembered who he was. Which was perfect in his opinion. He beckoned her over to his table and he guessed that she was probably going to get a butterbeer he conjured one from the store room of the pub. It would end up on his tab that was being kept for him while he was in town. The butterbeer appeared on the table across from where he sat and in front of the empty chair that was also across from him. “You might as well come over here Emrys Nightingale, the seat across from me is the only empty one in here. And it would be foolhardy to refuse.” Anton said in a raised but polite yet deadly tone. Many people stared at him as he addressed the young witch who had just entered the pub. But they all knew better that to mess with Anton.

Anton grabbed his drink as he waited for Emrys to accept his offer. He even was going to pay for her drink or whatever else she wanted. See he can be a nice person when he wants to be. However there was a catch, first off Emrys had no way of leaving for he had sealed the doors upon her arrival to where they would let others out but not her. No she would have to oblige the man and do as he asked. Anton had made a promise to the girl’s mother and he was going to carry it out right now for luck had shined upon him and the girl was here.

Oh he was going to have so much fun with this. No one could deny him something that he enjoyed doing. Anton was going to strike fear into the young witch. And he was going to make her a promise as well for he did not deal with making threats no he made promises. He had never once not fulfilled a promise. Some other person was staring at him as he sat there and Anton was not pleased but he decided to be civil today as he just only raised an eyebrow at the person who quickly looked away.

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And she became even more wary--no, suspicious and on guard--when the man beckoned her over, almost as if he had been expecting her.  That was weird.  She didn't know him at all, and she doubted he knew her.  After all he was just some random old bloke getting a drink from the pub who happened to see her when she entered.  It was all coincidental.  They were strangers, plain and simple.  Regular folk enjoying Hogsmeade who were minding their own business, or supposed to mind their business anyway.  Emrys couldn't imagine that he would've known that she was going to visit Hog's Head.

He was also no ordinary, friendly adult who just wanted to get acquainted with an interesting youngster for the fun of it.  She could see it in his eyes.  There was something strange to him...she didn't know how to explain it, but generally he didn't seem like he had goodwill and pleasantries in mind.  Granted, he conjured a glass of butterbeer for her, but that obviously didn't say what kind of a person he was.  Bad guys were known for enticing their prey with more than just butterbeer.  Was it creepy that a random stranger was trying to interact with her in the first place? It wasn't rare, but it wasn't common either.

She had watched him with raised eyebrows, for it had taken her by surprise, but then her eyes narrowed instead.  She was wondering if she should just leave and forget about the weird dude.  But then, the unexpected happened.

He said her name.

Her eyes widened in surprise.  Total surprise.  Just how did he know her name? How did he know who she was? There was obviously something fishy, and not good, behind it.  He was even threatening her in a way by telling her that it would be foolhardy of her to refuse his offer for her to sit with him at the table.  And the way he sounded...he sounded dangerous.  This was not good.  She really ought to leave or at least distance herself from him if she wanted to feel safe if there wasn't someone to protect her.

Emrys didn't know that it was impossible for her to exit out of the doors, but regardless, she wouldn't have left.  She was now glaring at the man.  Emrys was no coward; in fact, she was very much a fighter, a person who knew how to stand her own ground, and a person who wanted to get her first taste of destroying bad guys.  She felt that she was overly protected by her mother and the society around her.  She was most likely too brave for her own good, but, well, that was her.  She was going to handle this situation by herself.  She was already seventeen and no longer a child; she was capable.

Ignoring the staring people--although observing their nervous expressions was enough for her to know that this person was someone who usually intimidated others--she walked over to the table.  She didn't know who he was yet, but she was positive that old man was a bad person.  She wasn't going to let herself be scared of him, and if he was dark then she would do what she could to get rid of him in the future when she was better trained to do the deed.

Once she approached the table she stood beside it and continued to stay on her feet.  However, she was looking down at him laid her blue eyes on the man's face coldly.  "Just how do you know who I am?" she asked him icily.  "I don't believe we've met before."           

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