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Stefan had not expected company for the evening, not the kind to be talking with at the least, but Nicolai was someone he could make an exception for. He shook his head exasperatedly at the other’s words – the bartender was dimwitted and wasted his time, certainly qualified as someone Stefan could take his anger out on, had he been in the mood to do so. “Regretting not grabbing a bottle at Diagon Alley and drinking alone at home. Atleast I wouldn’t have to deal wit the likes of this.” he told the other dryly. “What brings you here?” he asked the younger boy, he almost always had reasons to be at a bar than simply to get himself drunk.

Nico skimmed the area around them, and felt the bartender drag their feet. They could have gone to muggle London, grabbed a pint, and zapped back to still spend another ten minutes of waiting. Virtues weren’t exactly knocking down the door for Nicolai Mulciber. “That’s true.. We could always mess with the bartender. Might as well, right?” He mused with a slow thoughtful bob of his head. Bright hues glanced to the other before it darted among the occupants. “Looking for volunteers to train some work on. Also heard this was a spot I might hear some interesting tips. “ There’s a sigh before he continued, “Though I suppose anyone of interest probably has ran to Diagon Alley with this fucking guy’s service.”

Crimson flooded her cheeks as she looked at Nico, completely horrified with herself for being so careless. “I’m so so sorry, Nicolas. Did it burn you?” She quickly crouched down to examine the legs of his trousers, clutching her book to her stomach and stroking the spine with her thumb to change it’s contents. It wasn’t that she was reading anything bad, and the jacket of the book covered the real one seamlessly. But muggle books were not something she wanted to be caught reading. It was something she’d worked very hard to do, in order to disguise her books so they wouldn’t cause anyone any fuss. The pureblood romance books were far and few between, and many were not very interesting reads. The girl pulled her wand out with her free hand to remove the liquid from the fabric and pointed it gently at his legs, “Tergeo” She murmured, cleaning them, and then repeating the curse to clean up the to-go cup she’d been holding.

The girl stood, tucking her wand back into her pocket and looked down at her book. Her embarrassed expression softened, like the book could make the troubles of her life melt away. “It’s a love story,” She confessed softly, which was true for the original content, as well as the transfigured story. “And I’m just getting to the part that the characters are beginning to fall in love.” Her green hues flickered up to his own. Her cheeks darkened more deeply and she looked away, the chargin returning to her features. “It’s silly. Just a book.” Gabrielle murmured, a strand of hair falling into her eyes. “I’ll make it up to you with some sweets tomorrow? I could make macadamia nut cookies, I just got some white chocolate imported from Brazil. It’s supposed to be the best. Or napoleons? I haven’t made those in a while.” The brunette offered, desperate to make it up to him. And maybe hoping for an excuse to see him again before he went back to whatever had brought him to Diagon Alley. “It’s really the least I can do for being so rude.” Slender fingers moved through her hair nervously.

Nico’s hands smoothed over the fabric that had barely had specks of tea on it before she cast her spell. The crimson in her cheeks made a slight tint of pink appear on his own. A hand rubbed the back of his neck as he inspected her in front him. Every small little detail about her up close and personal. Things that were slightly different from his observations he had made from afar. Red tresses sway with the curious tilt of his head. Light irises connect from her to the book. He surprisingly hadn’t noticed the switch of the book contents, because he was more focused on her facial features & hair. “Love story?” He scoffed before he could catch himself. As if anyone would find a happy ending. 

In his daydreams and mind he could easily drift off to a perfect ending between the both of them. Except she didn’t see him in that light, at least he hadn’t thought so. “So, you don’t think those things happen normally?” Nico inquired as he took a step closer to her. There was no such thing as personal space when it came to Mulciber. “Cookies?” He quirked a brow, but if it meant more time with Gabby. Well... “Aye, that sounds good. Perhaps we can share the cookies and a drink.” His sly way of asking her on a little date, even though she was unaware of it. 

He had surprisingly good self control he told himself. It’s the only thing that held him back from extending his hand to twirl a strand of hers around it. “Do you dunk your cookies often?”

I saw NICOLAI MULCIBER in Diagon Alley, but at first I mistook HIM for CAMERON MONAGHAN. The 22 Year-Old was in SLYTHERIN at Hogwarts, right? Now I think they are a/an OBLIVIATOR IN TRAINING. When it comes to the war the PURE BLOOD is WITH THE DEATH EATERS. I always liked that they were DEDICATED and CUNNING, but they always seemed RUTHLESS and BRUTAL, which is unfortunate.