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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse, and a bag with potion ingredients. He was seeing about transfiguring some of the Bar's silverware into more daggers or other possible weapons in a booth toward the Back Door, out of sight of most of the Bar. Though he still had a fair view for observing as well.

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[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday is sitting at the bar. No book, no spider, just a glass of lemonade.

It seems she might be looking for someone.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco noticed her of course. After all, beauty like that was not easy to forget.

He walked over to her, and bowed his head with a smile to her, "Salaam."

"How have you been?"

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Her eyes widen slightly as he approaches and then she looks away shyly.

"I've been good. I got the... things you left for me. I wanted to say thank you."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco replied, "Oh you did? Brilliant. And you're welcome."

He then asked, almost with a touch of shyness on his part, "So, were you interested?"

"...in the lessons I mean?" Right, lessons. *cough*

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday nods and runs a finger along the rim of her glass. It's a nervous gesture.

"I'd like that."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"You would?" Draco said with some surprise, and then calmed himself, "You would. Excellent. Do you have a preference on time? I do work on Tuesday and Thursday in the afternoon, but I'm flexible besides that."

"Very flexible."

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

"It's summer, so I don't have school for another couple of months. I can come in whenever." She shrugs.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Ah, excellent." Draco beamed at her.

"Did you have any questions for me now?"

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

Wednesday tilts her head from side to side, as though she's trying to decide whether to ask something or not.

Finally, "What were the roses for? They weren't on any of the potion lists."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco cleared his throat some, "Uh, well, the bouquet seemed incomplete without them. Did you like them?"

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

"The thorns were nice." She finally looks over at him, but still no trace of a smile.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Well... that made some sense he supposed.

"Oh, well, good then."

[morbid-midweek.livejournal.com]

"I Still have them." Because, of course, thorns last longer than flowers.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Given his experience with Milliways so far, he might not find a foal trotting around loose in the Bar too out of the ordinary.

However, when said foal thinks his ingredient bag smells interesting and tries to investigate...

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Not that odd, no. But there was some annoyance at the investigate.

"Here! Clear off now!" he sharply said to the foal, and tried to push the foal's head away. He was being slightly gentle about it though.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

The filly is a bit irked that the Fascinating Pouch is being denied her, but this two-leg's hands smell interesting. She nuzzles them a bit...then lips at them.

"Cai?"

A familar voice makes her ears perk up.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Very likely smell interesting. Between the potion ingredients, and spices of Persian cuisine. Though Draco was normally fastidious. And he also brought back scented oils and soaps for use.

He turned toward the familiar voice as well, looking around.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

A tall, robed figure comes around the corner.

"Ahhh! My dear, although this place is relatively safe, that doesn't make it absolutely safe. Wandering off without me is not wise."

There is fondness in his rebuke, however. The filly whickers and trots over to her surrogate mother. The Ranger scratches around her ears and smiles at Draco.

"Kenaz! It's been some time."

He takes in his complexion. "And you've been using the time to travel, it seems. Did you go somewhere interesting?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco blinked at that, and then nodded toward the Ranger.

"It has. Been to 10th Century Persia recently with a tutor of mine."

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

He takes a seat at Draco's booth and waves to a waitrat.

"Persia...I suppose it would have been," he says. "A time both of great culture and the planting of the seeds of great conflict if our histories are accurate."

Cai sidles back up to Draco. "If she bothers you, be firm in pushing her away. She must learn manners and I cannot simply keep chiding her mentally or she won't maintain them when I'm not here."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"Yes it was. Islam was only beginning to take hold. Witches and wizards weren't being persecuted just yet. Had some freedom to walk around and take in the sights." Though there were minor spots of trouble due to his exotic features. Somebody was even considering buying him at one time, but a few well placed curses and hexes dissuaded him.

He then shoved the foal's head away with clear annoyance this time, "Here, said to clear off!"

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

Between Draco's reaction and the Ranger's mental re-enforcement, Cai begins to get the idea that this is not proper herd ettiquete and backs away slightly. Fortunately, a waitrat arrives with a bottle of her milk and a bowl of blood oranges. She moves unerringly toward the Ranger, hoping he'll mash some of the oranges into pulp for her after her meal.

"I see," he says, holding it up for her to suckle. "Did you learn anything profitable?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco nodded, "Very much so." And he launched into some highlights of his trip that will be handwaved since the thread's still stuck in slowtime mostly.

[leftthecradle.livejournal.com]

"Profitable indeed," the Ranger remarks, quirking an eyebrow. By this time, the filly is almost finished with the bottle and starting to eye the oranges. He chuckles and places the bottle on the table to peel one for her.

"As for myself...I've had my hands full with this waif."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing with them anyway?" Draco asked with some distaste. Well, the filly seemed rather rude to him, and it could be mangey for all he knew.