timestamp : 11:59, august 4th, 1950 location : the leaky cauldron, diagon alley, public & unwarded tagging : @broughtdawn
the conversation between them earlier in the week had been somewhat restricted, not merely by the happenings of the day, but also by the time each of them could allow and the fact that they were adjusting to each other’s presences. it had been long enough in the absence of the other that any comfortability they may have previously held would have to be refound. it was taliesin’s suggestion, born mostly out of guilt for having to cut the exchange short on wednesday, that they should meet when they both had more time. despite the reason behind his suggestion, it made him feel good at how quickly the offer was accepted. he even found himself looking forward to their next meeting in some capacity. additionally, he did not believe that fleamont would ask him any questions beyond the lies he had already told and set to memory, so he was free of apprehension for the most part.
he arrived at the leaky cauldron with some moments to spare, and took up a table as he waited for fleamont to join him. despite the lack of apprehension, taliesin’s mind was somewhat distracted. it seemed each time that he got close to creating some impact, making some progress towards the goals he had set for himself, something pulled the rug out from under him. an interrupted trial and a missing potential business partner later, the frustration was beginning to grow inside him, along with a certain level of desperation. he sits mulling things over, eyes glazed over slightly looking at the half empty glass of water that sat on the table before him. yet, he’s aware enough of the world around him to glance up when a figure joins him. he gives fleamont a gentle smile. ‘ good to see you again. ’
