The last time the lift lurched and quit on him, Frank ended up with Alice. This time, however, he was stuck with Bellatrix Lestrange, an altogether more foul and disagreeable woman. "This hasn't happened to me for years," he began, jamming the buttons on the panel angrily. "Same lift though. I really must stop using this one."

Caradoc: sat there at the bar, nursing his usual triple whiskey and coke, waiting for the familiar feeling of tipsiness, then drunkenness to flow through his body, he'd had a rough day and missed the adventure of exploring the world more than he could verbally describe. He saw the door open and the familiar face of Emmeline popped into view, he gave a nonchalant wave to her and turned back to his drink, wow, he'd shown another human being recognition whilst in a bar, maybe he was pretty tipsy already.

Emmeline: made her way into the bar, glancing around as she hoped to find a familiar face. It didn't take her long to find the eyes of Caradoc. Letting out a small chuckle she slowly made her way over to the bar, passing countless people that seemed to be familiar in some way but not enough to earn a hello before she sat down at the bar, right next to Caradoc. "Now what brings you here? Bad day?"

Caradoc: He'd known she was going to sit down the second that he'd turned around and waved at her, it was bound to happen. He kept his glance straight forward and shrugged his shoulders in response to her question, but deciding that now they're sat together, he'd rather engage in conversation than silence, he turned to her and asked 'Pretty standard to be honest, yours? And can I interest you in a drink Emmeline?'

Emmeline: She watched him, waiting for him to say something as she turned her gaze away to glance around the bar. It was surprisingly full of life and Emmeline wonder for a moment if there was something to celebrate that she had missed but once she heard Caradoc's voice she turned back to look at him. The young woman listened, waiting for him to finish before she gave him an answer, "That depends on the drink but yeah, I do think you can. Now tell me, what is a pretty standard day for you?"

Caradoc: He chuckled to himself, although he was never one for conversation in a bar usually, he made exceptions when that person managed to make him laugh, he felt himself loosen up slightly and try to relax. He studied her, deciding that she'd not asked what his standard day was to not just make conversation, but because she was genuinely interested. He answered, "Well tell the kind bartender what you'd like, and I'll pay for it, that seems the most logical option here. A standard day for me? Searching, Turmoil, Annoyance, Nonsense, Danger, Anger, Reasoning and Dedication. S.T.A.N.D.A.R.D"

Emmeline: listened to the young man's speech, chuckling at his explanation of a standard day. "I am guessing your day is the new standard, hm?" A grin on her lips she turned away, looking over at the bartender as she ordered a martini. "Thanks for the drink and thanks for that amazing explanation of a standard day. Guess that comes with the job but lets not discuss that. How have you been lately? It's been quite a while since I last saw you!"

Caradoc: watched as Emmeline smiled at his response to her question, this made him further relaxed. This conversation was going much easier than he thought it would when he was cursing himself for waving at her earlier. "You're very much welcome Emmeline, as you said we have not seen each other for a while, and catching up is always much more relaxed when alcohol is involved. Oh I've been my usual self Emmeline, you know me. Constant monologue going on inside my head of what I'm doing next and where I'm going, and I miss travelling, I miss the adventure. How about yourself? How have you been recently?"

Emmeline: The young woman leaned back, looking over at him as she nodded to let him know she was listening and a few seconds of silence passed before she spoke, a constant smile on her lips. "You miss the adventure? How is that? Isn't it that lately the adventure comes knocking at one's door, waiting for you to come out and get lost in trouble?" Emmeline turned back to the bartender, taking her drink. Slowly sipping it she turned her attention back to the man next to her.

Caradoc: It was quite strange, few people rarely listened to Caradoc during small talk, instead counting on their previously believed knowledge that he was a loner who loved to talk shit. He was, but he was still able to engage in simple conversation, he was secretly glad Emmeline noticed this. "Yeah, I have adventure regularly here, I'm a order member it goes without saying". Caradoc paused and took a swag of his drink before ordering another one with a simple flick of his hand aimed at the bartender before continuing. "But it's a different sort of adventure when you travel, here the excitement is fun undoubtedly but I don't get the thrill of not knowing what I'll be doing or where I'll be at any given time, here, my travelling is for the order, back then the travelling was purely for my enjoyment". He accepted his drink with a little nod, took a sip and laid it down on the bar.

Emmeline: "That is true but keep your voice down a little. Who knows who might be listening. I certainly do not wish for an adventure like that as running has never exactly been my strength but do tell me, what is keeping you from going off into the world to travel around and have the adventures that you crave so much? Is there someone holding you back?" She raised a brow at him as she sipped her drink.

Caradoc: He felt his body tense up, that's the question that people regularly asked but he was unable to ever answer honestly. "That my dear Emmeline, is a answer that I know but can not share. Do not take it personally, as there is not a woman or man in the world who knows the answer to that question except myself". He knew himself that he was back for revenge of the death of his parents, and that he'd be able to find the death eaters accountable for it much easier by being part of the group that was aiming to stop them.

Emmeline: She smiled at him, warmly. It was a rare thing coming from Emmeline as it was a sign of understanding. "I won't take it personally, do not worry about that. I know there are a lot of people with a lot of reasons for a lot of things and neither can be shared. I have my reasons and many of them are reasons not a soul will ever hear about. Either way, know that whatever it is, if you ever feel the need to share it with someone and you need to be sure it will be kept, I'll be there. Carrying a burden like a secret can, at times, be a lot." Emmeline nodded at him before she picked up the glass and held it out to him. "To the secrets that makes us stronger and give us a reason for things, for fighting."

Caradoc: He smiled at that, genuinely smiled at it. It had been a long time since someone had made him smile properly, months or even years... he wasn't sure exactly, but he knew it had been a while. Caradoc had always been expert in telling when people were faking the feeling of understanding, but he honestly believed Emmeline wasn't faking it, maybe he was just drunker than he was aware, but he didn't care either way, it felt nice, something he really described standard conversations as. With a hearty grin, he took the glass off her, turned towards smartly and said "I will defiantly keep that in mind Emmeline, thank you. And indeed! And to the aims of life that take us all where we need to go"

Emmeline: smiled at that. Nodding she took her drink and took a sip. "Too all that and more! I am sure life has a lot of things in store for us. We may not always get what we want but we sure as hell are going to get what we need and in some cases hopefully the things we deserves as good or bad as that may be." She nodded and looked over at him. After all Caradoc didn't seem as bad as everyone tended to think. Emmeline was someone to barely ever pay attention to what other people said unless there was proof and once more she was glad that she had allowed herself to make up her own opinion about the man next to her.

Caradoc: He found it interesting that Emmeline seemed to have an actual interest in what he said, most people in the order listened to common opinion and therefore rarely had conversations not about work. They even seemed to share similar opinions on the concept of fate being a major player in what happens in life. They'd both been order members for a while, and yet this was the first time they'd properly bumped into each other and spoke about anything besides work. I finished my drink and asked her "do you have time for another drink Emmeline? My treat again of course, or do you have somewhere you need to be tonight?"

Emmeline: She smiled at him, chuckling at his question. "My life is devoted to nothing other than work so I definitely have nothing else to do, nowhere to be. Not right now anyway so I'll gladly accept another drink but in case another one follows after that it'll be me who pays. Can we agree on that?" The young witch looked at the man next to her, awaiting his answer. It was fascinating for her to talk with Caradoc as they rarely ever got the chance to do so. Only once or twice before had she spoken to the wizard and often only about the same topic. It was refreshing to have a new topic for once, something that allowed her to relax and be herself without worrying about giving away too much.

Caradoc: He chuckled to himself, glad she'd decided to stay and continue the conversation. He'd always been one to be skilled at reading people's personality, and when he first met Emmeline, she didn't seem to him to be the type of woman she appeared now. He imagined her less relaxed and closed, this apparent prior wrong reading of her interested him, he was rarely wrong. "I am glad you've decided to stay, I appreciate the company, beats sitting here alone". Wow, he'd shocked himself, he never thought he'd say that, not wanting to lose face he continued. "But yes, I accept your proposition, another martini I presume?"

Emmeline: The witch nodded as she smiled at him. "Should we go and find a better place to sit and talk? The bar tends to be rather out in the open if you know what I mean? Lately sitting like this may not be the best idea so I suggest we get seat elsewhere?" Emmeline carefully picked up her glass, the martini inside of seeming so classy in between all the pints around.

Caradoc: "Inspired idea Emmeline, more than a pretty face it seems! Where do you suggest?" He asked, as he stood up with his glass.

Dear Diary

This is my first and probably last post into this book. I carry my journal around everywhere I go and am in love with it. John suggested I produce a diary to write down what I do in the day to compare them. Frankly it's a stupid idea, I must remember to hex him later for suggesting it. But alas, I'm writing so here goes:

Dear Diary (Part 2)

Today, me and John thought we'd head down to our favorite place in Hogwarts, The Forbidden Forest, why's it my favorite place I don't hear you ask. Well diary, the clue's in the name, 'Forbidden Forest', meaning it's always free of students so me and John can just go there, relax, talk and practice spells. Also I get some massive kick out of danger and adrenaline of doing things I shouldn't which seems to most to not be a healthy addiction. I disagree however, why does going to a forbidden part of campus in the hope of some random animal jumping out and me having to fend for my life seem unhealthy to most? People continue to confuse me on a regular basis...I thought I saw that girl in the forest too. No that's irrelevant, the unknown girl that's occupied my dreams the past 3 nights is Journal information! Back to the original point, when me and John were messing about in the forest I thought I saw something, a dark shape moving through the trees. I didn't say anything, though I wish I had. I wanted to chase it, find it, meet it, discover it. ARRRGGGGHHHHH, this school is starting to cramp me, I long to just be out in the world exploring what's yet to be explored. I'd not discovered this properly until tonight, Hogwarts is all too easy, you're cared for, cooked for, protected 24/7. What if i don't want protection? What if the one thing I'm not looking for from this life is someone guaranteeing my safety? One day, I'll make the world my forbidden forest, it'll all be open and available for me, to do what I want. Well...my forbidden forest without that annoyingly beautiful girl from my dreams popping up randomly, that's far too distracting.

Good Night and good bye for now diary, I am sure you and I will meet again, When we're least expecting it, One day in some far off place, I will recognize your spine, I won't say goodbye my diary, for you and I will meet again.