OPEN;;special cup of tea

[margie]

Today was not a day Reilly particularly liked. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and it was her turn to chaperone the students at Hogsmeade. She'd much rather stay at Hgowarts, in the comforts of her office or cla*sroom. Rye just had to grit her teeth and bare it. Besides, it wasn't ultimately too long. only about four or five hours. She could survive that, heck, she might even get to hand out a few detentions. That would be fun.

Sadly, all students were well behaved. Reilly supposed that had to do with the fact that older students were the ones that went on thiese trips, not first years. That was one thing she particularly liked about teaching Ancient Runes - not first year cla*ses. Reilly found her time watching students in the streets was rather dull and uneventful. She saw a few students duck into Puddifoot's. As an excuse to be there, Reilly followed. It wasn't like she was the only Professor chaperoning so, the other could handle it. Rye was just going for a cup of tea...oh, she did have a small flask hidden in her robes. Alcohol was her pain management. For a little while, if she had enough, Rye's pains went away and she could feel numb for a while.

Walking in, Reilly turned heads, like always. Today, she had to sport Professor robes but, even then that didn't stop some. There were a few students who seemed to have a crush on her. It was sweet really but, Reilly would never cross that line. Not in a million years. She needed someone who had more on their mind than what a teenage boy was capable of thinking about. She ordered her tea, and waited for it before going to sit down. Rye chose to sit in a back corner, a place well far enough away from the students so no one would see her spiking her own tea. After she was sure no one was looking, Reilly rather conspicuously reached in her robe, and tipped the flasks contents - the little that was left - into her cup. She checked, and no one seemed to have noticed.

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[Percy Ignatius Weasley, Jr.]

Percy was walking towards the hogs head when he decided that he could be a little late for work. He was, after all, the boss of everything now and he’d been setting his own hours since he started. He told his boss that he would do that. Obviously, the guy was just so glad to get a worker that he didn’t care. He really had to get out of that pub and get Annie out of there, too. The atmosphere could hurt his babies. Percy hated the pub, even though he could be used as a shield to block Aurors from seeing any illegal activity. That was the part that he liked about it. Everything else sucked about it.

Percy walked into Madam Puddifoots. He used to take Annie there often when they were in school. There hadn’t been any place else to take her or that he could afford to take her. It was such a shame he was banned from the shop at the end of last year. Hey, he deserved it. Percy knew he did and didn’t fight her about it. He ordered a mug of tea and was glancing around and he thought he saw someone spiking the tea. He quickly looked away, so he didn’t draw any attention to her and so nobody could say that he was staring at her, which he hadn’t been. He only had eyes for his wife. Percy was wondering where the owner was to kick him out.

He glanced back at the woman and found that she was done spiking. He got up and walked over to her. “What you just did was a good idea,” he said, sitting down across from her, even though he hadn’t been invited. “You wouldn’t happen to have any more alcohol, would you? I’d love to see my bosses face if I come in drunk.” Percy studied her for a minute. “Professor? I don’t remember ever having you as a professor, though I’d admit to being preoccupied, especially last year. When did you start teaching?” A young man got up and started walking in their direction, but one look from Percy sent him right back to his table. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Percy Weasley, Jr."

[margie]

Reilly paid no attention to any one in the quaint shop. She distantly heard the low murmur of conversations and the ringing of the bell above the door. Other than that, Rye was in a different world. She was back home in her mind. Reilly wandered what her numerous cousins were up too. She wandered about her brothers, and why she hadn't heard from anyone lately. Usually, Reilly got at least one letter a day from someone. She had such a large family, and each member of it liked to right to her.

They all though Reilly needed the social contact. Ever since her mother's death, Rye withdrew from society. In fact, for several months, Reilly didn't even talk. It took on of her brothers to trick her into speaking to get her to start talking again. Since then, it seemed like her personality stopped shining through. She became this quiet, insecure girl, who spent all her time studying the subjects her mother once loved.

Reilly stiffened, and blocked up her mind. Without realising her, her mind had scanned the minds of others in the room. Ever since she had mastered Legilimens and Occulmency, her mind spontaneously listened to others. It was a habit more than anything. Reilly sometimes found it amusing to listen in on other peoples mind, seeing their happiness sometimes made her feel a bit better. Rye looked up and watched as a young man approached her. Immediately she realised that he saw what she did - even before he spoke. Rye kept her mind closed off, in case he too knew the art of Legilimency.

Reilly blushed at being caught. A small smirk soon reached her dark pink coloured lips. Without uttering a word, Rye dipped back in her pocket, and pulled out the silver flask once more. She tipped a good amount in the man's cup. "It's Italian cognac - made straight from my uncle's vineyard," she said in a voice so quiet, that only the man across from her could hear. She let her slight Italian accent slip through her voice. One of her uncles had his own vineyard back home in Italy. He made wines but, also various other types of alcohol. Most of it was strong, stronger than any of the stuff you would find here in England.

Reilly bowed her head, admitting she was a Professor. "Actually, I just started this term. Ancient Runes is my subject," she said with a bit of pride in her voice. Rye was rather proud of herself for pursuing a subject her muggle mother had. She had studied both muggle archeology alongside with Ancient Runes - which was the wizarding equivalent. The two subjects intertwined with each other. "Nice to meet you Mr. Weasley. I'm Reilly," she said in greeting - not giving out her last name.

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[Percy Ignatius Weasley, Jr.]

Okay, so taking a drink from someone else wasn’t very smart, especially if he didn’t know the person. He should’ve thought twice about it, but he wanted to piss his boss off. Though, he worked at the Hog’s Head. Dumbledore probably wouldn’t care if he came in drunk. It would definitely be entertaining. “Italian cognac? I’ve never had that. I could never afford something like that. I’m just a waiter and my dad didn’t leave me anything after he died.” Annie’s parents left them something, but he was going to use that to spoil his kids when they were born.

So she just started. That made him think about her past and he wondered where she was before this. What went on in her life? Percy was very curious about her past and wondered if she would make a good candidate for a death eater. He vowed to find out. This should go into another meeting with her. “Ancient Runes? Not exactly a fascinating subject, now is it? I’ve always preferred potions. If I ever decided to become a teacher that would be the subject that I would want to teach.”

“I’m almost nineteen. Please don’t call me Mr. Weasley. I feel old then.” He took a sip of his drink and tilted his head. He tended to do that when he was trying to learn things based on expressions. “Call me Percy or even Junior. So, Miss Reilly, obviously you are from Italy, but have you been in England long?”

OOC: Sorry about the wait.

[margie]

Reilly couldn't keep her mind away from his. She had to force herself not to look into his thoughts. "It's stronger than anything you can find here," she said with a dip of her head. Relly let her Italian accent slip through a small bit. "My brother gave it to me, as a congradulations for getting the job," Rye added in explaination. A small, almost invisible smirk appearing on her light peach lips. She loved watching expressions of those who had never tasted the cognac before. It was always funny.

Unable to resist again, Reilly probed into the young man's mind. She scanned his thoughts for a moment - the ones about her and how he wondered about her past. It was too bad he would never know. She looked a bit further, seeing a memory of kissing a girl - Annie, he called her. Rye pulled herself out, hearing him speak again. She glared at him, taking it almost personal. "Oh, I find it very fasinating. I've studied history and archeology, the muggle and wizard world have been entertwined since the beginning of time. Runes might be important. There are very few wizards left that know how to read them correctly," she replied derfensively. Reilly was included in the small group that could read runes.

Still a baby, Reilly thought. Sure, she was only four years older than this Percy Weasley. Nonetheless, she felt she had gone through more pain than this Weasley felt. She wasn't going to find out, not today. She would probably give the guy a killer headache if she tried. Rye blinked, thinking of home for a moment. "Several years," she said flatly. "I studied at Oxford for awhile. I did some traveling, and now I decided to settle down for awhile," she said in a more friendlier tone. Reilly didn't want to reveal too much information about herself.

For a few seconds, Reilly dove into Percy's mind - just once more. There was something she had briefly seen, that she wanted to take a second looked. She tilted her head curiously, without realizing it. Carerfully, to go undetected she sifted through the recent memories of the day to work her way back. She several conversations but, something made her pull herself back out. Rye shifted uncomfortably, and took a sip of her tea. The young boy sitting in front of her was - is - the new Dark Lord. Reilly didn't know what to do with this knowledge. She pressed her lips together, forming a thin line. "So," she said clearing her throat. "What do you think of the finest Italian cognac?"

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