The Bear and Barnacle

“I can see the desire in your eyes.”

Nothing.

“You wouldn't want to leave a gentleman hanging, would you?”

Eyeroll.

“Perhaps that was a poor choice of words but the sentiment remains. You have far too much integrity and sense of fair play to ignore me.”

Ignoring.

“Miiiiina.”

( More Whining Within )

Mina: *is dressed, typically, in a narrow A-line skirt and and button-up blouse, red scarf as always wrapped around her throat- she does own a larger collection of clothes... they just all look alike* *shakes her head at the librarian* No, I am not interested in door-to-door salesmen. I want something of a more unnatural oddity. Unexplained occurrences. Yes, ghosts will be a place to start.
Minerva: *recognizes her from having been simultaneously in the pub on a few occasions* *waits for her to leave the librarian's desk before approaching and remarking* Have you spoken to Teddy Lupin about that?
Mina: *eyebrows raise* Has something of the sort happened to him?
Minerva: He's working on assembling some explanations about the strangenesses that tend to occur here. You might find him quite knowledgeable.
Mina: Teddy Lupin, was it?
Minerva: Yes. You'll have met his and Victoire's daughter, I believe.
Mina: Ah, yes. And Victoire herself. I didn't catch their surname at the time. *pauses* Or yours at all. I'm Mina Harker.
Minerva: *offers her hand* Minerva McGonagall.
Mina: *small twitch of her eyebrow but she takes the hand* A pleasure. I appreciate your information as i find myself very curious about my new residence.

( In which Mina invites Minerva back to her flat... for tea... and there is much exchanging of information and not the catfight we expected... yet )

Both women will accept threading here though Mina will be more immediate since notifications go to her player's email.

She's accustomed to being sent to odd places with little warning or explanation. So when the Crown informs her that she's needed in Margate, Mrs Mina Harker raises an eyebrow then starts preparing to move. By the end of the day, she has her essentials packed in a traveling trunk. By the next day she's selected and secured a flat out of the stack of brochures that were brought to her with word of her relocation. She'll purchase most of her furniture when she arrives, actually less expensive and less of a hassle than shipping her existing furniture, as she's discovered; but a healthy selection of her books, lab, and her bed are supposed to arrive when she does.

Early on Wednesday evening, her hired driver carries two small cases up to the top floor flat while she manages the larger trunk in one hand and a large rectangular case in the other hand. She can smell the closeness of the ocean, only a block away, and the fresh paint in the flat. Tipping the driver, she dismisses him and puts the trunk in the larger of the bedrooms. She considers the other case then carries it to the other bedroom and leans it against the wall commenting while brusquely, "Stay out of trouble for now, if you please."

Mina runs one hand over her hair, still pinned neatly up. Her white shirt is clean, the black skirt unwrinkled, and the red scarf still neatly wrapped once around her throat. In her pocket is a torn page from one those regional magazines that publish places to eat, things to see, and people to admire. Then with a final glance at the address that's been circled and the attached map, she leaves her new residence and strides down the street, wondering just what is going on at this pub.