kyra bundy wants to move on (kyrawho) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-11-17 21:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: charlie weasley, char: kyra bundy |
Who: Charlie Weasley and Kyra Bundy
When: Thursday Night
Where: The Leaky
What: It's late and Kyra can't sleep
Rating: Low
Status: Logged/Complete
Kyra was having the hardest time sleeping. Penny's house was huge compared to the home she'd been living in before. Sadie wasn't there to sleep on her bed and that meant Kyra spent most of her nights laying awake, jumping at the slightest sound. She knew the smart thing to do would be to get some help, but Kyra was certain that AJ would find out and use it against her somehow. She didn't need the entire world knowing she was 'crazy' and he'd surely mock her. Some nights she simply took potions, but they weren't the best things for her.
And then some nights she just drank. Kyra changed out of her nightshirt into something more appropriate and headed down to the Leaky with the hopes that a few glasses of whiskey would make sleep come easier that night. Tucking herself into the last available table, Kyra nursed her drink while keeping her back to a wall. She still didn't trust most wizards, always expecting one of them to hurt her simply because they had before. Gods, she really was crazy.
She had been so ready to change her life and make a fresh start, but now that she had Kyra was missing her marriage. She certainly didn't miss AJ, but she missed having someone there even if he didn't actually care about her. She missed having a warm body in bed next to her. Nights were cold and long and the last person she'd slept with was the Quidditch bloke over six months ago. Merlin. It was time for another drink.
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Charlie loved his job, almost everything about it really. Everything short of having to evacuate a dragon to a different sanctuary, even if it was the one he held closest to his heart. It was good to see his old friends again, but it had been two and a half weeks of constant work, making sure the charms were correctly applied, mapping routes and detours in order to stay out of the sight of muggles. It was harder with mature dragons.
Needless to say, Charlie was happy to be home and after spending most of the day lounging around his flat, he decided to head out to the Leaky.
Sliding through the door, he said hello to the regulars (one of which he could be counted) and shot a playful wink at the leggy brunett bartender who almost alwas rejected his advances. Leaning against the bar, beer now in hand, he scanned the crowd. Thursdays weren't exactly the choice nights in the Leaky, but he couldn't help the smirk that settled on his face when his eyes found a particularly lovely blond tucked so far into the back he didn't see her.
Charlie marched over to her table and didn't ask permission as he slid in across from her. "You're boyfriend isn't bigger than me, right? Cause it would be pretty embarassing if i lost the fight for your attention tonight. I'm Charlie."
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Kyra's eyebrows rose up a little. She wasn't use to people approaching her. Generally the frosty glare she gave them was enough to deter most men, but this man hadn't even given her a chance to glare at him. She didn't say anything at first, just met his eyes with her own and considered him. Kyra didn't recognize him, but she didn't get out much. "No, I would say he's not bigger than you." Which was because she didn't have a boyfriend, but that didn't need to be stated.
"Though I would say you might still have to fight for my attention since I don't have much interest in speaking to anyone this evening. Are you lost? Desperate? Unaware of the fact that women generally don't like being approached by strangers given what's going on in the world right now?"
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Charlie wasn't detered, if anything it only made him more interested in the woman in front of him, it was all part of the fun really. He made a show of getting comfy in his spot, leaning back against his chair and watching her for a second.
"Someone's a little aggressive tonight. Most girls usually start with a name, and if you don't give me one, I'll be forced to make one up." He smirked a little. "Besides, if. Were going to hurt you, do you think I'd approach you in a fairly crowded public place? It'd almost be as bad as announcing it before hand, everyone would know. But I'm completely harmless, trust me, not even the slightest bit violent towards women unless that turns you on." Yeah, that would likely piss her off, but it might be worth it to see the look on her face.
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Kyra picked up her drink and took the last sip. She debated giving him a fake name, but instead decided that if actually wanted her name he was going to have to try a little harder. It wasn't as though she wanted to date him, but he could at least amuse her for awhile while she drank. "I'm guessing aggressive is a synonym for not jumping into bed with you right away," she said and waved to the bartender for another drink. "I am not most girls, please do not mistake me for one."
His little comment about violence was really the wrong thing to say to Kyra. Immediately a memory came to mind of a man smacking her across the face while she'd been in Azkaban and she flinched, looking away from the stranger. It took her a moment to push that memory and many others like it down deep where she could ignore them a little longer. "Thankfully it doesn't arouse me in the slightest," she said. 'I can't imagine the sort of woman who would appreciate that quality in a man, but please by all means go try to find one."
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"The bar isn't closed yet, you don't know, I could woo you yet, Bijuterie." He smiled at her. Charlie was good at reading people, at least he liked to think so, and he saw the emotion flicker across her face at the mere mntion and couldn't help but frown slightly. Sure, he was an arrogant, oversexed jerk but he didnt mean any harm in it.
"I'm sorry, I seem to have touched on a nerve." He said with a slightly apologetic shrug of his shoulders. That was about as sincere as he got before his trouble making smirk appeared again.
"So, are you going to tell me what brings you out this late at night on a Thursday?"
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Bijuterie? Kyra had no idea what the word meant, but she wasn't about to ask. That would only encourage him and she certainly didn't want that. In fact, she didn't want anything from this man. Anything at all. Still, she was thankful that he didn't linger on the topic and allowed her to pretend it had never been brought up. Kyra preferred that no one knew a thing about her. It made life easier. After all, when she had opened up to someone he'd all but ignored her and abandoned her. She wasn't looking forward to that happening again.
"No," she said. "I don't see how it's any of your business, actually."
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Charlie just smirked at her, she made it hard not to really. She was a challenge, and while he’d never say it out loud, even if nothing came out of this, he was determined to figure her out. Figure out what made her act the way she was towards a handsome redhead clearly interested in her. He leaned forward a bit and took a gulp of beer before addressing her.
“Oh, it’s none of my business, I’m just making a conversation. You do know what a conversations is, right? They work better when both sides participate.” He said with a nod.
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Merlin he was determined. Kyra wasn't sure if answering his question would get him to see she wasn't interested or not. But avoiding the question hadntb worked. "I can't sleep," she said flatly. "I'm using whiskey to put me out of misery."
She never had this problem when she was married. AJ had been home most nights and when he was she'd always been able to fall asleep. It was stupid of her to suddenly lose that ability.
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Charlie just gave her a small frown. There had been a time when he'd been unable to sleep, shortly after the war had left them with nothing more than pieces of families, and the rubble of a school. He'd decided to stay in England to be comforted by the familiarity, and to keep an eye on his siblings, but it did terrible things to remind him of the things that had changed. The grimace was forced away from his face as he took a larger swig of his beer, and he tried to smile as if there had been no dark thoughts rattling in his skull.
"You know, I'm sure there are several guys over there willing to help you get some shut eye." He said with a slight smirk, nodding his head towards the drunken idiots at the bar.
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Kyra looked over at the bar and made a face. Despite her fling with whatever his name was, Kyra didn't sleep around. She'd only been with two people in her life and wanted to keep that number low.
"No thank you. I'd sooner sleep with a goblin."
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Charlie nodded slightly and smirked, "I think you're missing the one there at the end, because I'm not entirely certain he isn't part goblin." He grinned widely at the woman, she didn't seem the type to frequent this establishment (and she didn't, because Charlie had been here frequently enough that unless she'd just moved in around here that he would have probably seen her face before).
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"And you'd me fine with me going home with the part goblin then?" He'd been trying so hard for her attention and Kyra sort of hated the idea of him giving up so easily.
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Charlie just shook his head at her. "No, it'd be a waste really. However, if you did go home with somone other than myself, it should be Wally the half troll over there. Then when everyone at that counter asks me about what happened I can laugh it off and say, "Dodged a bullet. Chick was crazy, did you see who she ent home with". I can tell you with all of the certainty of a man who regualrs this place, that they've all been watching you since you came in, and I'm the top of the lot." He said with a serious nod. "Just chalked full of confidence and Weasley Charm."
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Oh. He was a Weasley. Kyra frowned a bit at that. Purebloods made her nervous. Even those who seemed to be on the right side of things. She should have guessed that from the hair, but Kyra hadn't been overly interested in finding out who he was before.
"I am not going home with anyone," she said cooly. "Maybe the women you normally meet are willing to jump into bed with a stranger, but thank Rowena I am not one of those women."
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That frown was hard to read, it could have meant anything. But really, the only people who frowned when the name Weasley was brought up where those on the other end of the war, those who had money and power and dark marks. At least, that is what all his other interactions had told him. His hand held his beer just a little tighter, and he tensed a little at the thought that she might have been an elitist or supporter.
"Ravenclaw then. So, you must be a pretty smart chick. Have some sort of fancy ministry job, then?"
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"I suppose I'm of higher intelligence than some, but I don't think that really matters." Kyra never thought she was better than someone simply because she had a better handle on her studies. "No, I don't work at the Ministry. I don't work at all now, really. I'm a Herbologist though when you're not working it's really more of a hobby than anything." She loved her job, even if she wasn't being paid for it.
Herbology was the one thing that could get Kyra talking. She sat forward in her chair a little. "I've a small little greenhouse that was a we-- gift from a friend. I moved it over to my new place and I'm just praying that all my plants don't die from the transition. And I'm going to the rainforest next month to research for a paper I'm writing."
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Charlie couldn't help but smile at her excitement; he had to imagine thats what he looked like when someone mentioned dragons. It surprised a few people to know that while Charlie wasn't a plant expert, he'd done incredibly well in Herbology, and though he certainly appreciated the company of dragons more, he had on the rare occassion helped out in the Greenhouses that lined the Reserve when it was necessary.
"Are the plants foriegn or domestic? And how old are they? In my experience, which is admittedly limited in the knowledge of transfering plants, the older ones had a lower mortality rate than sapplings. Unless they're too old." He spoke casually, taking a sip of his beer. "If you want though, I can put you in touch with a friend of mine who deals with plants at the Reserve to see if he might know of any remedies or something. You'd have to give me your name though."
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Oh that was tempting. Kyra opened her mouth to tell him her name, but quickly snapped it shut again. She wasn't going to just give him her name when she was perfectly capable of tending to her plants herself. So why was she still tempted a bit? Kyra chalked it up to being lonely and bored with her days. It wasn't that she'd been a bit charmed by this bloke.
"I'm not going to give in that easily, but good try. You get an E for the effort," she said and grabbed her bag. She hadn't had nearly enough to drink to put her to sleep, but she didn't want to linger anymore. "It was nice meeting you, but I need to get going. I'd offer to leave my number, but I don't want to."
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This girl was certainly a tough nut to crack, and Charlie hadn't dealt with that sort of girl in a long time. It amused him, really, it was more fun when the girl wasn't easy (and in Charlie's experience most of the ones that sauntered in during a weekday were). He blinked a little bit when she got up to leave, surely she wasn't just going to walk away from him. He finished off his beer and stood up as well.
"At least let me make sure you get home okay. It's late and these streets have been sorta tricky lately."
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"Not for someone like me," she said with a smirk. Muggleborns were hardly being attacked and, in all honesty, it was a refreshing change to not be the most wanted or the most hated. "I'll get myself home just fine, thanks." Kyra dropped a few sickles on the table to pay for her drinks and actually smiled at the Weasley.
"See you around then," she said and turned to walk out of the Leaky with a small smile on her face.