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[young_tmriddle]

Tom sits at a table slightly out of the way this evening. He's looking, well, a little pensive.

It's been a long, strange week, what with the Legilimency incident with Deitmar and the duel out back with Sylar.

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[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's that scotch guy.

He liked that shit. Real casual, like ain't no one on the other side of the door lookin' for him, he saunters across the room.

"Hey." It's Tom Question Lord Whatever his name is. "I remember you."

[young_tmriddle]

"Ah, yes, Mugen, right? I remember you, too."

He also remembers the headache he had the next day from drinking with Mugen. Even with a Hangover potion, it was a doozy.

[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" That makes him feel all important and shit, so he takes it for an invitation and pulls out a nearby chair and sits his ass down on it, smug as shit.

He ain't the type to ask someone if they got something or other on their mind: that ain't the way he thinks. But he notices damn near everything, including the expression on King Tom's face. "You need more sake? Me, I just won a bunch of money so I could buy this time."

Maybe won is a little bit of an exaggeration, but the guys he got it from? They ain't here, and he is, and he ain't leaving for a good long time.

Food here's better than out there anyhow. And there's more chicks.

[young_tmriddle]

Tom chuckles. At least someone's in a good mood.

"Do you know, I think I'll say no to the sake, as I'd like to sleep in my bed and not the guest room tonight."

[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

"Ha!"

One tattooed wrist directs a rough, scarred hand through his hair as well as it can.

"I mean, uh... yeah. Sorry, only not really." He stretches his legs; the soles of his shoes clack against the floor. "Mind if I do?"

Don't matter if this guy cares or not, he's gonna have his sake anyhow. It's just a question of where. Then a thought hits him.

"Hey. Didn't you say you were a wizard or some shit like that?"

[young_tmriddle]

"That I am," he says with a wry smile and takes a big drink of scotch.

Two glasses. That's all he's having tonight.

Really.

[damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com]

Huh, he thought so, so something don't make sense.

"Then... how come you couldn't just get what you want? Like... sleep in your own bed any damn time, or if you ain't feelin' good, make your hangover or whatever just go away?" Seems like if you got magic, you're kind of duty bound to use that shit. Ain't it like some ninja code or something?

Or maybe it don't work that way where Tom comes from.

That would suck.

[gorgonfondness]

Out of the way, perhaps, but not out of notice of a certain Guildmaster when magic is concerned.

Especially when his magic is close to the magic of others she's met here.

He'll probably notice her own likely unfamiliar magic when she cautiously approaches him and asks, "A silver piece for your thoughts?"

[young_tmriddle]

Magic users do have a sense of something about them. Sometimes it's more noticeable than others.

He smiles politely. "I thank you. I'm simply- reflecting on some recent events, is all."

[gorgonfondness]

"I know that feeling well. Just when I think I'm done with some confusing issues, however, more come up."

Her blush betrays just what those issues are.

"At least my current ones are considerably more pleasant to deal with. I hope the same can be said for you?"

[young_tmriddle]

The ever present struggle against evil that he sometimes fails miserably against is not so much of the pleasant.

"I should like to think so," he replies. "I'm Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch. Would you like to join me?"

[gorgonfondness]

Thankfully he's not the only one with that problem.

"I would at that."

And since he gave his full name and title:

"I am Mia Ausa, Guildmaster of the Magic Guild of Vane."

[young_tmriddle]

Oh. Mia.

Well, how interesting.

"It's a pleasure, Mia Ausa. I believe you know a friend of mine - Draco Malfoy."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

And there was a Draco stopping by. Been in better spirits, but hadn't said much on why.

"Evening Tom, you alright?" He politely asked.

[young_tmriddle]

"More or less. Join me?"

Usually it's Draco who needs the company and the talking to. Not tonight.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Then he was well overdue to return the favour.

"Of course," Draco swiftly answered, and sat down on a seat across from him. He folded his hands in front of him, and simply waited.

[young_tmriddle]

He rubs a hand over his forehead.

"I've had a strange week. Have you met either a fellow about your age called Deitmar? Or a fellow about my age called Sylar?"

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco shook his head, and considered both names, "No... I don't think so? What do they look like?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I can show you later, if I see them here. It's-"

He scowls and looks away.

"Sometimes it's very easy to slip into bad habits. It bothers me when I do so."

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

She walks over to him

"Hello"

[young_tmriddle]

"Ah, Miss Weasley, how are you?"

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

"I am Good and your self?"

[young_tmriddle]

"I am as well as can be expected," he says, borrowing a line from Moiraine. It works rather well.

[missginnytonic.livejournal.com]

Her head leans to the side

"As can be expected? Every thing ok with your family?"

[young_tmriddle]

He smiles at the mention. "Oh yes. Door and the children are very well. We've been having a festival the last couple of weeks in the Underside - the May Fair. It's quite a time."