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[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways Entry]

There's a demon in the bar, albeit not looking quite the way most would expect. There's a faded blue shirt on underneath his jacket, and he's moving with something less than his usual grace. In a series of awkward movements, Crowley slinks around the edge of the room, skirting the commotion in one corner.

He orders a cup of apple tea.

He has to upturn the saucer over the cup to keep from spilling any as he makes his way over to his usual table.

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley hunches further down into the faded blue shirt*



No.

[clumsy_auror]

The basic thing always stays the same, you know.

[aj_crawley]

*he essays a grin*

Well, fingers crossed, anyway.

[clumsy_auror]

*she smiles back, slightly, and toasts him with her pint*

I've got high hopes.

[aj_crawley]

If for no other reason than we're both bloody stubborn.

[clumsy_auror]

Bloody stubborn'll get you pretty far in life. Just ask Bernard.

[aj_crawley]

No need - I've seen that first-hand.

[clumsy_auror]

That you have.



How long did you know? Just out of curiosity.

[aj_crawley]

*he looks edgeways at Bernard, and leans in, lowering his voice*

Remember that time when he was still out of it and we were all in watching him, and myself and the angel cracked the fuck up and wouldn't tell you why?

[clumsy_auror]

*she furrows her brow*

...Yeah? What about it?

[aj_crawley]

Our dear barman was having a rather risqué dream about you. It was, uh, broadcasting.

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks turns, even through the green, a rather brilliant shade of magenta*

He what? You...you saw that?

[aj_crawley]

In detail.

[clumsy_auror]

*she drops her head onto the table, burying her face in her arms*

I'm never looking either one of you in the eye again. Ever.

[aj_crawley]

Well it wasn't as if we could help it. It was a very... emphatic dream.

[clumsy_auror]

*she lifts her head, hands still covering her face*

Oh dear God. Charlie was bloody well in the room, wasn't he?

[aj_crawley]

Yes.

[clumsy_auror]

*for a moment, she just looks completely horrified; then she cracks and laughs, loud and long*

*after a moment, gasping for breath, she speaks*

Well. It's nice to know I'm desirable.

[aj_crawley]

Colour me grateful that you found someone to distract you from the angel.

[clumsy_auror]

*she snickers, flushing again, and then sobers, slightly*

Crowley? You know I never really...well. I mean, it was more like hero-worship.

I would never have.

I mean, it's a bit of a moot point, because he most certainly wouldn't have, not ever, but...I just wanted you to know.

[aj_crawley]

*he waves a hand, grinning wryly*

All's fair in love and war, as they say. Trust me, I should know.

[clumsy_auror]

*she looks slightly relieved, and grins back*

I know.

*Tonks opens her mouth to speak again, and then pauses*

[aj_crawley]

What?

[clumsy_auror]

I was only going to say...you're both really important to me. Equally.

*she shrugs a bit*

Just think you might not know that, sometimes.

[aj_crawley]

*he looks down at his cup, and then back up at her*

Thanks, Tonks.