WHO: Dedalus and WHOEVER - OPEN WHAT: Random meet-up or something of the sort WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron WHEN: Monday night, 13 October
It wasn't uncommon at all to see Dedalus at The Leaky Cauldron for dinner; however, it was uncommon to see him with such a large stack of parchment by his side. Usually reserved for his hat, the chair next to him was covered with a heap of papers, leftover catch-up work that had to be done for tomorrow. Sometimes, he thought he worked better here; in the bustle of things, with the different smells of different foods and drink filling the old room, all the various people, random conversations keeping his mind occupied when he needed a mental break from scouring over the endless columns. Then again, half of his mind usually revolved around food and the nearness and availability of food, and it instantly brightened his mood and well-being.
He was easy to please, this was for sure.
After an hour or so of working and writing, constantly flipping papers and marking them with a revision quill, Dedalus leaned back in his chair dramatically, turning over the last sheet with a surrendering, relieved sigh. Stretching his arms out above his head, he smiled to himself, comfortably self-satisfied with a day of work well done. Sure, it had taken him a good three hours to finish this after he'd left the office, but he was sure it would be worth it. After all, he was rewarding himself with a good dinner - lamb, which he had a hankering for, and a butterbeer, just because he was feeling nostalgic.
On any other occasion, he would have "rewarded himself" with an expensive hat or bought something very frivoulous, but. . .he'd already used up a good fraction of his last paycheck on an earlier frivolous purchase. A birdcage. Chinese. In the hopes of actually getting a bird someday. But it was nice to look at, at least.
But enough about that. Dedalus smiled over at the barmaid, waving his hand in the air, giving her the okay that he was ready for his dinner to be started.
After a faked smile, the woman nodded and turned to the kitchens, rolling her eyes at the sight of him. At least the idiot's not asking me to make bouillabaise again, she thought to herself.
Dedalus, still leaning back in his chair, smirking to himself, peered around the rest of the inn, wondering if he could spot a lucky victim anyone he recognized.