it's dark inside

Cause we’ve got patrons waiting. *James nodded towards the witch growing impatient over in the corner* ‘Sides, the manager told me to. If it were up to me I’d say the hell with it.

Huh. Don't I count as a patron any more?

You can’t sleep here, mate. *James grumbled, swiping a dirty dish off the table* Need a nap, try getting a room upstairs.

... Why the hell not?

Really? I guess I should have guessed that. I wasn’t very good at playing it, but it’s fun to watch. Yeah. It’s an interesting job. 

Interesting... Sounds like it.

Snitches mostly. You’d be surprised how many of them get lost in a year. I’m better with Sneak-o-scopes though.

I wouldn't be too surprised, actually. Ex-Quidditch player here, plenty of experience in that field. Sneak-o-scopes though - fascinating stuff.

I’m a metal charmer. It’s an uncommon field, but I enjoy it.

So like, snitches and things?

Well there are a lot of us actually. Not to me. I’d rather have a clear head. Especially since work is always demanding. 

Oh, and what work is that?

Why don’t you surprise me?

Riiiight, surprises. Will do. [He leans across the bar and orders her a small glass of something simple.]

What kind? The kind that doesn’t like sweets? They make my head all fuzzy. 

Yes, that kind. The fuzziness is worth it.

I’m Irish, Coach. If you think I’m bad now, you don’t want me drinking.

Fair enough. 

If that helps you from going mental, I have no problem with it. Just for that very reason of course.

Of course. Very kind of you. So, what'll it be?

If I’m at a bar and of age, I need to be drinking, and as of now I will be buying that drink for myself and therefore money shall be wasted. It is inevitable.

Letting me pay for your drink. Drinks? Whatever.

Well I can’t change it now.

Or you could stay here and not waste your money on alcohol, and keep me from going totally mad and solitary at such a pathetically young age.

I’ve been told. Do you think they’ll know I lied about my age on the application? I look like I could be twenty, wouldn’t you say?

I doubt it, I'd say you could pull off.. At least nineteen.

[She arched her brow and leaned her back against the counter.] Can you now?

... Yes. You uh, you act very mature. For your age.

I’m hardly a child.

Yeah, well.. I can see that.