Sheldon J. Mulciber is madder than you realize (of_walpurgis) wrote in interns,
Pottery could be so touchy, like Mary Macdonald. She was a touchy one wasn't she? He'd only JUST tried to curse her, he hadn't actually succeeded. And it wasn't like he'd gone about and killed her favorite owl or something. She acted like he was such a scoundrel. He supposed he was. Then again, that's just how she saw him, clearly this little bit of muddy had no problem with him. He tapped her nose with a smirk and then shrugged it off.
It really was quite funny. Any other person that wasn't Sheldon would probably have panicked and tried to get to Gringotts to exchange some over. But Sheldon, was not everybody, and he his sense of entitlement was overt at the very least. If anything part of him thought this was the waitresses fault! Hmmm. Daisy was almost two sheets to the wind so she wasn't much help, but luckily for Sheldon was a bit more on the ball when it came to sobering up (he'd had less than her anyway) and thinking about what they might do to get them out of this situation.
"She's more than a bit rude." He agreed with his lovely counter part. He thought it over...how simple it'd be. "Don't suppose you'd fancy meeting in the loo for a quick shag?" He said, waggling his eyebrows, of course, he had to get in a bit of a sexual overtone when this was all part of his rather easy plan. "Because if you head to the loo, I'll come on after, and I'll leave my coat here to make her think we're on our way back, then of course after we've had our fun we can pop right out of here." He winked at her, his arm going around her shoulders.
The watiress would surely check their booth once they'd both head off to the loo, but once she saw his jacket still there (it cost him a pretty galleon, it was Tailored after all, but he didn't mind loosing it) she'd assume they'd be back. Which of course, they wouldn't.