Post by HADLEY DRAKE on May 11, 2023 0:47:12 GMT
GOOD EVENING ROMANIA!
Man, she loved Romania. It didn’t have the sun soaked beaches of Greece or the ancient deserts of Egypt, but it had a certain something. A little more quiet mystery in its mountains. It felt easier to get lost there than some other places. Plus, you just knew there were dragons somewhere. In another life, where she’d paid more attention in school, she might have enjoyed a life at the dragon reserve. Unfortunately, as much as she loved them, Hadley didn’t have quite enough passion for dragons to keep her focused on that career path. Plus, she wasn’t really looking to be lunch. She was chill with dying on the job but she wanted it to be because she made a mistake, not because someone wanted to munch on her. Same reason she didn’t keep alligators in the pool.
She was also thoroughly enjoying her freedom on this assignment. Don’t get her wrong, she’d choose rearranging the furniture and organizing a bookshelf with SANJAY DAYAL and Dev over almost anything but she did occasionally miss the solitude. Obviously she’d be happier with her boys in tow, but being back to her old ways of hanging out in random taverns a world away from home was like easing into a scalding bath. Thrilling, comforting in a way, and, ultimately, probably bad for her skin. So relaxing, though.
Hadley completed her mission earlier that afternoon, acquiring whatever nonsense Gringotts wanted. All that was left was to fill out the assorted paperwork, which she was certainly in no hurry to do. That was tomorrow stuff. For now, she was busy muddying up the floors of the local pub. Honestly, she looked in a bit of a state. Her face and hands were clean, thanks to a friendly local woman’s garden hose, but her shirt and jeans were covered in smudges of dirt and rips, some of which were tinged brownish-red with what might have probably definitely been her blood. Don’t worry about it. Cursebreaking was a nasty job and she was too shameless (lazy) to magic herself into something more presentable. Besides, Hadley had it on the good authority of one of her coworkers that this bar was frequented by staffers from the Dragon Sanctuary, so she doubted someone coming in looking wrecked was out of the ordinary. She had all her limbs, for goodness sake, which might make her a candidate for best dressed.
She sauntered to the bar, edging between two unoccupied seats to lean against the wood. “Aș vrea o bere, vă rog,” her Romanian was probably atrocious. “Ursus,” The barkeep nodded before ducking away and returning with the bottle. Hadley paid the man and lifted the bottle in appreciation, “mulțumesc.” As shit as her grasp on the language was, it seemed to get the point across. Drink in hand, Hadley spun around to actually take in her surroundings. The place was quiet and dark, lit by charmed lanterns and a fireplace off to one side of the room. The firelight illuminated a vaguely familiar shock of wild ginger hair rather well. Hadley made her way towards the table where the man was stationed with his own drink, “Dragons still haven’t eaten you yet, eh Charlie?” She didn’t know him too well but had worked with his brother, Bill, for years. The times she’d met him, though, the stories Bill told always matched up with the man perfectly.
TAG: CHARLIE WEASLEY
