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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 17:23:42 GMT -5
There was little talk between Emilian's shop and the Three Broomsticks, since a chilly wind decided it was an appropriate time to attempt to chill their noses off of their faces. It felt like snow would be coming soon, which would be nice, especially since there was so much dirty, picked-over snow left over from the last time that it was just plain sad. Inside, he led her to a table in a cozy alcove. The heavy wooden table bore the marks of years of students and passers-by, with names and initials carved into wood hidden beneath the napkin holder or brazenly in the open, daring the owner to get rid of them.
He hung his cloak on the back of his chair and sat, and only then did he speak. "It might get a little crowded, but better a crowd, you're more likely to be ignored that way." The flickering light from torches and lamps helped, as well. It would take only a minute or two for a waitress to show up for orders. "Besides, the other option is the Hogshead, and even I don't go there when I can help it."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 17:38:53 GMT -5
It was nothing like back home, nor anything she was used to, but considering her current living arrangement she was used to this kind of setting. As she sat down across from him she shrugged off her cloak and placed it beside her. The whole time thinking about how she would move forward.
"Crowds don't bother me. If anything they make any deal more intimate," she glanced around so far there was a small crowd, but with how cold it was she assumed he would be right students from the nearby school and even passerby's would file in to get warm. "I'm going to assume they don't serve alcohol here," considering how close to the school it was. She could really go for vodka or oghi, but that would have to wait.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 17:45:20 GMT -5
"Oh, they do," Emilian said. "As long as you're of age, anyway." He eyed her, thinking that she had to be old enough. But sometimes women liked it when you implied they looked that young. Thankfully, by the time he felt himself starting to fall into an old familiar smile, a waitress had shown up. It was one he recognized, and his order for a vodka straight made practically no impression on her. To help keep his wits, he asked for a basket of chips, as well.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 17:49:28 GMT -5
Aline was pleased ordering a vodka and water knowing how her tolerance wasn't that great. If she was going to be dealing with business on her fathers behalf, and her own personal business then she had to be alert. "I don't know of many good placed here. I have only met one friendly person in the UK, but I have only been here for a few days," and hopefully she would be staying for much longer, if things go the way she hoped. It would take a while, but she had time, she just had to play her cards right.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 18:02:48 GMT -5
Emilian gave the girl another look at her order as the waitress left, then gave a nod to show he was listening to her. "This place is pretty barren. There are some okay places in Diagon Alley, but a lot of people end up going to hole-in-the-walls the muggles can't find in London, or just to muggle places. The Knight bus takes the students and the adults apparate."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 18:32:41 GMT -5
While she didn't spend a lot of time in muggle places sometimes it was fascinating to see how they interacted and lived without magic. "Anonymity does have it's perks and sometimes those with no magic are the only places to find them," this was especially true in for her back home. They may not be a part of societies inner circle, but in Armenia people knew who her father was and sometimes it was nice to just be left alone. "I went to school in Durmstrang it was a different environment there," everyone was either a pureblood or half-blood. There were no muggleborns, as they were called here, but the school lived up to it's reputation. There were secrets, dark secrets, at many turns and while she wasn't a purist her blood status did mean she was more readily accepted than others. "It's different here than back home. I think I'm going through a culture shock."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 18:39:17 GMT -5
"I was homeschooled, tutored, for most of my life," Emilian said, leaning back in his seat. "I followed a friend to Hogwarts in my seventh year, his father wanted me to." Then he had gotten expelled. Aline didn't need to know that. So far, it didn't seem like she had any idea about his past, and he wasn't about to enlighten her.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 18:59:01 GMT -5
Aline couldn't imagine having to do something for someone else's benefit. She lived for herself, and in a sense her father, but everything she did even if it wasn't her idea was for somewhat selfish reasons. "I've only heard stories about the halls of Hogwarts. I wonder if I'd be allowed a tour of it," while it was something she wanted to see, if only to compare how different it was to her own school. "My father wasn't fond of Hogwarts. He believed that families he was interested in making business with had children in Durmstrang many Russian families had kids that went there," and she worked her charms and secured business deals by finding ways to meet with their families. Many were new money purebloods much like herself, but every once in a while she would meet some of societies better known families.
She paused as the waitress came back with their drinks. Aline never looked away from Emilian, but only briefly to accept her drinks. Taking the drink in her hand she raised it up. "Zazdarovje*," and for the possible future she hoped she could achieve.
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Zazdarovje: Cheers equivalent in Russian, literal translation for health
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 19:15:18 GMT -5
"Zazdarovje," Emilian responded, and tapped the edge of his glass with Aline's. He took a decent mouthful from his glass before he set it down again. "It's been years since I heard anyone say anything even vaguely Russian." He half expected to have forgotten the language, but since he had been speaking it at least as long as he'd been speaking English, he supposed it would take more than a few years for it to disappear.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 20:11:55 GMT -5
She mimicked his motion, but didn't take quite as much of a mouthful as he did; Aline had to pace herself. Aline placed her glass down on the table licking the burning liquid from her upper lip. "My father does a lot of business in Russia. It was only natural for him to teach me growing up," and she spoke it just as well as she spoke her native tongue. "You haven't been to the motherland recently?" not that it mattered, but she couldn't imagine not going back to Armenia no matter how long she had to leave. Something told her, this time it would be a while before she went back home.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 20:20:10 GMT -5
Emilian actually chuckled at that and shook his head. "I haven't traveled much since leaving home. The last time I was in Russia was probably...god, I don't know. Nine? Ten years ago? I've been to Germany a few times since buying the shop, but that's about it." Even most of his supplier and business deals had gone on by owl or in Diagon Alley. Motherland. He hadn't even seen his own mother in years. "My tutors made sure I had at least a basic understanding of French and Spanish, and I'm fairly fluent in German still. It's useful."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 20:31:00 GMT -5
He was impressive and she found that this chase would be more fun than any of the others who just fell at her feet. This time though, it wasn't a game anymore. There were other parties participating and screwing up could have detrimental affects on her father and herself. "I wish I learned other languages; maybe someone can teach me," not that she was asking him, but the idea was amusing. "I go fairly often. I know how to stay under the radar, if you like, you could tag along," but she wouldn't pressure him into it. If he wanted to visit Russia he could have at any point-- ten years was a very long time. "Or even Armenia, it's beautiful there." a safer option.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 20:52:04 GMT -5
A half smile pulled at Emilian's lips, but that was as far as it got before he got it under control. He ran his finger along the edge of his short glass. "I've recently come under some obligations, sadly, so I won't be able to take you up on that offer," he said. Not that he would have taken it otherwise. It would be a very, very bad idea to run off to another country with a beautiful young woman.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 21:10:42 GMT -5
Aline wasn't the type of person to pry, she preferred when people volunteered information to her. "Maybe when obligations don't tie you down," and she was going to leave it at that. Aline reached for her glass and took a little bit more, making sure to not over do it. All it took was three vodkas to put her in a place that would be dangerous in this situation, but at the same time she needed something to loosen her up. "Well then Mr. Sota shall we turn our attention to more pressing matters then?" it wasn't that she didn't want to stop talking to him about home and whatever else, but she didn't want to draw any suspicion.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 21:17:47 GMT -5
The waitress stopped by again to drop off the basket of chips, and Emilian followed Aline's lead and took another sip from his glass. The food would slow things down a little and help keep everything under control. "Of course," he said, giving the basket a little nudge to let her know it was fair game. "And don't call me Mr. Sota, I've had a bad experience with that recently," he said.
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