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*Sirius enters from the kitchen, carrying two plates which he sets on the bar before clapping his hands for attention*

Ladies and Gentlemen and other assorted beings, I'd like to announce the beginning of Happy Hour here at Milliways. Tonight's specials are -- urk, did someone bleed on the carpet in here? -- in the drinks category we just purchased some very nice wine, and fruit mixers are on special tonight. For eats, we have the usual deep-fried paradoxes, as well as some fish, at the request of one of our patrons. The grilled grouper sandwiches with fried green tomatoes appears to be some form of American dish, but I'm sure Gil will do it full justice.

Also, Perdita has acquired a cittern from somewhere, which is apparently some kind of stringed instrument and not a migratory bird as originally thought. She'd like to know if anyone has any special requests for music.

The Lake Party has been tentatively scheduled for Wednesday evening, just before sunset, to carry on into the wee hours of the morning. Food is free for those who come help pack it first, the beer will be cheap, and the lake should be perfect for swimming.

[ooc, if anyone has any major issues with Wednesday, please let me know -- it seems the best day all round.]

Dionysus will be in charge, please direct your questions to him; I'm going to have a light evening WHILE IN NO WAY ACTUALLY TAKING THE NIGHT OFF. Therefore you may NOT TRASH MY BAR. Is this understood?

Oh. Good.

Carry on then.

*picks up food and grabs two mugs of hot cider in addition, carrying them to a shadowy corner where Kassandra is waiting for him*

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::she picks at her food, trying to discover the purpose of a fried, green tomato, though the fish is nice; and gulps gratefully at the cider, and waits for him to speak::

*sips his cider and eyes the tomatoes as warily as she does*

I think I'm just going to stick to the sandwich, personally. *takes a bite and washes it down with the cider* You've been quiet today. You've hurt your throat, haven't you? *hastily* Not that you can reply, if you have. I hope it isn't too bad.

...What you would call... spells? No. For the gods.

Words that hurt.

'm all right...

Prayers. *quietly*

I understand. Don't talk if it hurts; drink your cider, it'll help. S'got apples in. *grins and sips his cider* Guess I'll fill the silence, eh? I could tell you about the lake. It was just outside my school, and on sunny days we'd go down to study and watch the giant squid sun itself...

::she nods, listening, and dissecting a fried tomato into its component layers before wiping her fingers on a napkin::

...We?

Oh, yeah -- *smiles* Me and Peter, you know Peter, and our friends Remus and James. You'd like Moony -- Remus -- he's a good bloke. James is....*bites lip* Well, he's moved on a little faster than I have in this whole business.

We were at school together. All friends, we spent all our time together. James'n'I'd go swimming in the lake, and once in a while we'd get out of the castle at night and go -- there's a few little hot springs on the other side, if you know where to look and the Giant Squid lets you past...

::she sips at her cider, gathering enough voice to speak::

James, James' son, Harry's father. Yes.

Yes...*musingly* Harry's father. Was, once. He died.

*glances at Peter*

*forcing himself to ignore the present* This was before all that, though, when we were just kids. We sat out on the bank after swimming and told Moony stories to cheer him up, and caught spiders to let loose in class.

James was the best at it. He was...nimble. Like...

Like Harry is.

Him? All of them. Yes. I know.

::she brushes her hand over Sirius' ::

I miss the ones I loved. I miss... people who knew my name.

*catches her hand, thumb stroking palm idly*

Yes...I didn't have a name, for a long time. Harry helped me remember it properly.

You know it too. And I know yours. Parts of it. What was it Peter called you? Kassandra, princess, priestess? Daughter of Priam?

You'd like Harry.

::she laughs, very hoarsely, not a laugh in fun, and lets her fingers travel up his wrist::

Her most Serene and Holy Highness, Kassandra, Priamos' Daughter, of the Lion House, Priestess, Lady Privy Seal, and Virgin of Apollo Sun Lord.

...but for the last part.

'Skandra, you might call me, 'Skandra. It means... beloved? Bright one?

I have seen Harry. I like him, as he is, as he will be. He -- reminds me of you.

That's a lot of name. Even I haven't got that much name, and I'm a Black, we specialise in having long names. I've got three middle names. I like 'Skandra, though. *warm smile*

Harry as he...will be? *looks vaguely hopeful* When he's...grown. When he lives his life...?

::she nods, and puts aside her empty mug::

There are... if you ask the gods, they will...
favors.

I could not change it, for my brother. But Harry -- a boy -- his fate was not full-spun.

You love him. I had to.

::she leans across the table, and kisses his chin::

*captures her chin in one hand and bows his head a little, catching her full on the mouth in a warm kiss*

*pulling back* Thank you. *voice cracking just slightly* He was...everything...

*warm look* I have more now. Thank you.

Oh. Oh, you are...

:: she kisses him back, more boldly ::

Sirius? Please? Not...here?

Hmmmm. *glances around at the chaos in the bar* No. Not here. *takes her elbow and tugs her gently to her feet*

Privacy. My room, hm? *rubs a thumb across her cheek* A little water for you, and some sleep for us both.

*leads her through the bar protectively, almost as a guard dog, until they are in the relative peace of the back rooms.*

A large crystal chest, filled with potions, ointments, salves and bandages is now sitting on the bar. The chest is locked with a Locking Charm, and there's a note attached.

Sirius:

More healing medicines. The amount may seem like a bit much, but I'm thinking in terms of demonic bar fights and angelic shoot-outs.

They'll need to be triple checked, of course, but that can wait.

I'm working on a few other potions that will ease disorientation and bring good dreams to the fore, but those are titchier than these.

My nightmares are gone. Prongs isn't haunting me anymore. Or hating me.

I did have a dream of him after I talked to you.

I told him that I can't forgive myself for killing him. He says there's nothing to forgive.

I don't understand.

All my love to Kassandra.

Take care,

P.

*wanders out, yawning sleepily, and discovers chest on the bar*

*picks up the note with an odd feeling of deja-vu, and looks rather like a kicked dog*

*mutters* I shoulda thought of this...

*scrawls on the back of the note*

Peter,

Thanks for the medicine. I'll give it a look over just in case -- been a while since either of us have done potions, I reckon.

Thanks.

Sirius

::A group of five green plunger-like creatures called tralfamadorians walk in supporting Franz Kafka, who seems to be not only a tad bewildered but a tad drunk.::
F.K. - I've just... ahhh, uhmmm had a greaaaat idea. For a.... uhmmm short story thing...
::He trails off. The Tralfamadorians carry him to a place at the bar.::
Tralfamadorian(tp) - Do you have anything for very bad hangovers? And some apple juice, please.
F.K.-"...ahhh, yes, it was that giant... cockaroach I saw yahhh, that was...
::He falls off again. The Tralfamadorians don't seem to mind in the least.::

Peter glances at the man and sighs. "Here." He puts a small vial on the bar counter, and ferrets about till he finds a teaspoon.

"One teaspoonful will eliminate the hangover almost instantly. The remedy tastes ghastly, but it does work. And you won't get drunk for at least twelve hours after you take the remedy.

"And oh, yes. It's free. Keep the vial, there should be enough for four or five other cures, after you take that teaspoonful."

So saying, Peter strolls away.

*sidles over, still dressed as a circus ring master. He eyes the Tralfamadorians with his version of delight, which is rather concerning. He nods in Kafka's direction.*

What's with the feeb?

[[OOC: Ginny won't beable to make it dad's gotta have surgary that night]]

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