There were just some places a girl shouldn't be drawn to. The Hog's Head was one such place. Dark, dank, and not at all aesthetically pleasing. If truth be told, most believed the dirt and grim to be what held the place together ... that and a whole lot of charm work. Lexi, however, wasn't the typical girl. She was one of those girls that did her best to steer clear of the sort of places those girls would go. The very last thing she needed was to be mistaken for some scantily clad bimbo, twirling her hair around her finger and whose favourite word was "like".
No. The Hogs Head was the sort of place where she could go, relax a bit, and not have to worry too much about being approached by an individual that wanted far more from you than they should even be dreaming about. It might have been a public establishment, but you didn't go to be social. It was merely to find a safe point between the social and being alone. The darker atmosphere worked well.
Having been forced to spend the day with trainees and a particularly irritating co-worker making stupid hints about needing a valentine, Lexi had been more than happy to apparate directly from work to Hogsmeade before anyone could continue to ask more ridiculous questions ... or she hexed the bloody hell out of someone. Every time she had to deal with the new trainees, she always lost some respect for Wizarding kind. They were bloody retarded. She was half tempted to stop drinking the water. There had to be a reason why there were so many people lacking regular brain functions.
Ordering her regular ale, Lexi sat at the bar doing what she did best. Watching people. It was a habit of hers that she rather enjoyed. In her line of work the devil really was in the details. People were not that much different from a curse really. They had their outer protections, their quirks. They could have layers and layers around themselves, but all it took was the right information and they slowly unraveled to their simplest form. In most cases, the illusion was much prettier than what was at the center. Eventually, her eyes landed on a dark haired man sitting at one of the tables. She hadn't noticed him before and she frowned. She hadn't seen him come in, which had her wondering if she'd missed him in her original scan of the room.
She watched him for a while, noting the closed off expression. He seemed vaguely familiar, but Lexi couldn't be a hundred percent sure. Unfortunately, the characteristics that made her more a Ravenclaw then a Slytherin, wouldn't let her simply accept the fact that she didn't know. Grabbing a fresh glass and an extra for the bloke, she moved to the table and without any sort of hesitation sat across from him in the hopes that her arrival would draw his attention and she could get a better look at his features. She wasn't entirely disappointed, as he did speak.
"I don't know why you're thanking me," she commented casually, setting the extra drink in the middle of the table. She would not give it to him just yet. He had yet to pass her test and she had not yet acquired the knowledge she wanted. "That was your stupid decision, not mine."