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[notamagician]

There is a quiet man in a suit at a table, doing his best to deface a Gideon's Bible. Right now, he's working on the story of Jephthas's daughter -- not a particularly graphic series of drawings, but interesting enough.

Penn is nearby, and has been trying to gain Teller's attention for the last ten minutes.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he shouts finally.

He pulls out one of his throwing knives and lobs it in Teller's direction. It sticks in one of the legs of the chair Teller's seated in, and he looks down at it as though it's confused him slightly.

After a few moments, he pulls the knife from the chair, and uses it to start cutting up an apple that he's pulled from nowhere.

Penn is not amused. Teller will be perfectly willing to share his apple, though.

Fake Tags: Alba DeTamble, Finvarra, Penn, Teller

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[sees_them_too]

"You know, he really rather reminds me of our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Luna has wandered up beside Teller, and is giving the other man (the loud one she saw from the rafters not to long ago) a bemused look.

"He tends to shout. He doesn't throw knives at us, but I think that may just be because it's not occurred to him to try yet."

That would be one way for Professor Moody to enforce his Rule #1. Constant Vigilance.

[doesntsaymuch]

Penn doesn't often throw knives; just enough that Teller's rather used to it by now.

"Who's your friend?" Penn asked from nearby.

Teller rolls his eyes and offers Luna a bit of apple. Throwing knives aren't very good at cutting things, but it'll do for now.

[sees_them_too]

"Luna Lovegood," Luna replies politely.

She smiles and accepts the piece of apple.

"Thank you, Teller. How are you this evening?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller finds that ignoring Penn is the best way to make him go away. So that's what he does.

He smiles warmly at her, nodding. He's doing pretty good today.

"She's a little young for you, isn't she?" Penn calls out, laughing.


Penn is an idiot. This is why Teller ignores him.

[sees_them_too]

"Me too," Luna replies with a smile.

"I got 50 points for Ravenclaw in Transfiguration class. And had a lovely time visiting the thestrals after dinner."

It's been a nice day.

She casts a curious look at the loud man, then a mildly perplexed one at Teller.

"He's really rather odd, isn't he?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Oh, you have no idea.

This coming from the man who's drawing a picture of a young girl being burned at the stake in a bible.

Teller turns his seat so that his back is facing Penn. The better for ignoring the big idiot.

[sees_them_too]

Luna shrugs slightly and helps herself to a chair at Teller's table.

She tilts her head slightly to see his drawings. She seems disturbingly unfazed by them, though.

"It looks rather like one of our History of Magic lessons."

They had covered Witch Hunts last year.

[sidhe_king]

The knife sticking into the chair leg makes Fin laugh, from his usual perch on a rafter, though he slips down at the reveal of an apple, snitching a slice with an impish grin at Teller.

Your friend, he is easily riled, is he not?

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller rolls his eyes up at the fellow in the rafters.

"You want one too, Skippy?" Penn asks.

Oh, boy.

[sidhe_king]

"I hardly skip, lad, but should you desire to throw one of those at me you're more than welcome to."

He can dodge it, believe us.

[notamagician]

Penn pulls back to throw another knife at the guy in the rafters, but he seems to change his mind at the last second.

"Nah, not worth it," he decides.

He's already had cell time once for doing exactly this sort of thing.

[sidhe_king]

He chuckles, and reappears next to Penn in the blink of an eye. He didn't feel like taking the long way, apparently.

"Why the fondness for knives?"

[notamagician]

Penn starts slightly at this. That was different, for sure.

"Because I don't have my torches with me today," he answers simply.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's heard that loud voice before. It's enough to make her look up from her book (she's not defacing it, just reading it) and over. Just in time to... oh, mother of--

She's no security officer, but when someone is having sharp objects slung at them, the average Starfleet officer is going to react. "Teller, look--" knife, meet chair leg. "--out!" She's on her feet by the end of her warning.

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller doesn't seem very bothered by this. In fact, it almost looks as though he takes a few moments to even notice that Penn is doing anything stupid.

When he notices Sariel, he smiles and offers her a bit of his apple.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel's close enough that it doesn't take very long at all to close the distance between herself and Teller. That book's abandoned, for now. The startled, dismayed expression is not. It's being turned on the knife now in Teller's hand, then Penn, and back and forth a time or two more.

"... Were you expecting that?" She sounds a little dubious, not to mention disconcerted. She'll get round to accepting the apple tidbit in a second.

[doesntsaymuch]

He looks down at the mark the knife left in the chair, and then shakes his head calmly.

Nope, not expecting that, specifically. Expecting Penn to do something stupid? Definitely.

[visible_sariel]

Sariel?

Is now giving Penn a look remarkably similar to the one in the icon, if descriptions of the icon are to be believed. Congratulations, Penn. That sort of expression doesn't cross her face very often.

"Please don't tell me you've had knives thrown at you before?" She's pretty sure she already knows the answer, but she's asking Teller anyhow. Hope springs eternal?

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller shrugs indifferently and nods.

Perfectly normal behaviour between these two.

[chronodisplaced.livejournal.com]

There's a vague snort to the left of the (half-giant, four year old, annoying crush, not!magician) knife-thrower. Just within his peripheral view. "You know he isn't going to pay you any mind if you're going to act like a toddler. . ."

Alba trails off in a teasing drawl, slouching down into the nearest seat and kicking her feet up on another chair.

"Or any attention at all."

[notamagician]

She's right. Teller completely ignores him.

Still, Penn brightens when he sees her.

"Why don't you come over here?" he asks, indicating next to himself on the sofa.

[chronodisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Why not? You're a comfortable sort of lounge seat."

Slips out of the chair, and walks over as leisurely as she pleases.

She doesn't sit, she sprawls.

"If you keep acting like that, they're all going to think you're aiming at him him." She cants her head to indicate his partner, "--when I can really tell that you're not even close. Also, you're damaging the bar furniture."

[notamagician]

Sprawling was exactly the sort of thing he was hoping for, actually. He sort of manhandles her into putting her feet up on his lap.

"I don't even think he notices," Penn says, slipping Alba's shoes off and setting them aside.

[chronodisplaced.livejournal.com]

"Probably not."

She sighs at first, feigning exasperation before she settles in, folding her arms behind her head.

"And now, you aren't paying attention either. My plan? Successful."

[notamagician]

"I got what I want," Penn rationalises, squeezing her arches.

"May not have been what I wanted five minutes ago, but it's what I want right now."