Auror Wild

Patrols were supposed to be exciting, and sending your rookie partner out to investigate something ridiculous like doxy smuggling was supposed to be hilarious. But instead she was tired from the late night and bored out of her mind. Knockturn was one of her least favorite areas, perhaps out of an unfair bias, and the number of dingy doorways she'd paused in to check for danger had gotten ridiculous. Her eyes fell on someone huddled against the wall, and as she approached she slid her wand from the top of her boot. "You alright?" When the blonde swatted away her hand, Cassandra rolled her eyes and tucked her wand away, watching the woman stumble and slide back down. "Seriously, you need help. Come on, let me help you stand."

"Hadley’s Heels? Godric, no. That place actually sells well made heels. I got these in somewhere in London." Blaise replied. Tugging at the shoe, she glanced at the damage sighing. "They were so cute too — but you’re right a..simple repair." She smiled at the woman in front of her. She knew the spell she was walking about but had never really been able to cast it before — something always went wrong. "I…don’t actually have my wand on me. Do you mind?" She asked, lying through her teeth. 

Cassandra lifted a brow, reaching into the top of her boot for her wand. What kind of witch didn't carry her wand on her at all times? "Sure not a problem, though honestly, you shouldn't be without it." She bit back the desire to call the woman, who she'd never really met, an idiot. "Repairo" Charm work had always been one of her best skills, and she smiled to herself as the heel snapped back into place, good as new. "All better." She handed the woman her heel and tucked her wand back into her boot. "Now if it had been a potion I'd have been bloody useless."

"Already?" Blaise asked exasperately, her voice coming out as more of a whine than she intended as she sat down on the nearest bench. "I just got these."

"You didn't get those at that shop next to Puddifoot's in Hogsmeade did you?" Cassandra paused by the bench, giving her own shoes a wary glance. "Simple repairing charm should do the trick; I mastered that one fairly early on when I started wearing heels."

"I feel you there." Bernie gave a sympathetic grin. "If I got payback for the time’s I’ve said things about Nimbus or Firebolt, I think I’d have a thousand brooms attack me on a daily basis."

"We got such a small group of recruits and none of them seem to be worth the wood in their wands to be perfectly honest."

"I think you’d be surprised just how hard someone will try if they really want a relationship with someone. Would it really be better if he couldn’t care less? Who’d have your back then?"

"I try very hard to avoid relationships when I can help i, especially with overly eager new aurors. Honestly I tend to work better alone, and I can watch my own back most of the time."

"See, this is why I like being my own boss. And having Tommy take out the rubbish for me. Can’t stand taking out the rubbish. I never remember," Bernie bobbed her head to the side. She could remember the stats for every current player on the Falcons but she couldn’t be bothered to empty the bin.

"I suppose this is what comes of mouthing off about how useless the new recruits are." She shrugged, chewing on her bottom lip.

"See, normally I’d say he’s being friendly but that sounds a bit more like stalking than friendship… Is there any way out of it or are you stuck with ‘im?"

"It could be on orders, since I've told people I work best on my own and yet they are not convince. Honesty, I'm hoping if I lose him or make him miserable enough he'll just give up."

"No worries. I mean, if I had been working on a broom template, I might’ve hexed you but I wasn’t, so it’s cool. Who are you trying to shake off, anyway?"

"Over-eager new partner. Got assigned last week and the bloody git keeps trying bond with me or something. Found me at the pub and started following me about."

If there was anything Annika understood, it was shaming the family. “I know that feeling.”

"What can you do?" She shrugged. "At some point you just have to decide to be yourself regardless."

  "No offense taken." she muttered. Truly, she wasn’t offended. The blonde was well aware of how dreadful she looked. "But that’s me. The candy woman."

Even at full height and wand out, Cassandra wasn't used to feeling like she actually made someone uncomfortable--not unless she was actually trying--and she certainly wasn't trying now. It had been quite awhile since she watched someone seem unable to catch their bearings and actually talk to her. She tried not to stare at the other woman; it would be unfair to make things more difficult for her, but she couldn't stop herself.