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Quentin Trimble ([info]notyourdada) wrote in [info]wished,
@ 2010-09-17 11:13:00

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Entry tags:!2003: 09, nessie macfusty, quentin trimble

Who: Quentin Trimble and Nessie MacFusty!
When: September 17th. Evening.
Where: Hogsmeade. Three Broomsticks.
What: Drinking. Conversation?
Rating: TBD.
Status: Incomplete/Open!



Even Heads of Houses got time off, away from the students (which was probably necessary to avoid going crazy and what not) and Quentin was always quite willing to use his free time. He was enjoying teaching (thus far) and didn't mind being Head of House (he did like the way it sounded, the title), but he was hardly going to be like certain people who basically lived and breathed their work. No sir.

He had set through dinner in the Great Hall, as per usual, and saw to the duties that came after before leaving things in the (mostly) capable hands of his Prefects. And other staff members who knew what tonight was his night off. And what a night it was.

It was not a Hogsmeade weekend, and it was Friday night anyway, so there was no chance of running into students, which was always a plus (as seeing students would completely destroy the point of a night off). He headed down, nattily dressed as always in a pair of casual trousers and a gray-blue button up shirt and a coat, heading to the Three Broomsticks. There he was guarenteed good drinks, after all. And seeing Madam Rosmerta swishing about was never a bad thing either.

He entered the pub and found a seat at the bar, sliding himself easily onto the stool and ordering himself a firewhiskey.


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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-17 11:54 pm UTC (link)
Stepping out of the emerald green flames of the fireplace, Nessie brushed the soot off her jacket before looking around the pub. She'd opened her journal to write another update on Torcher and Mossy's sibling rivalry when she realised she'd run out of ink. In the attempt to find the second bottle she had lying about the house she knocked it off it's perch on the shelf and spilled the whole thing on her poor kneazle.

Striding through the Friday evening crowd, Nessie looked around for any familiar faces. There were more than enough people standing about and sitting down to a pint that she thought it possible she'd recognise someone. Without fail, she glanced at the bar and did a double take, breaking into a grin when she saw Trimble. Changing course, there was always time for a drink after all, she beat out a large wizard for the seat beside him and turned sideways with a grin. "Alright, Professor?" She greeted cheerfully.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-17 11:58 pm UTC (link)
Quentin looked up when he felt movement beside him, the soft thud of footsteps meeting his ears. His eyes drew up the legs - nice - and over the body and all the way up to the face - a face he knew rather well. A grin of his own formed when he realized who was standing next to him.

"Hello Nessie," he said, the name always amusing him endlessly, making him think of large reptiles. "Eyebrows still in fact, I see. Pity," he said, closing an eye in a wink. The bar was crowded, so he slid off his stood. "Have a seat," he offered, because it was always polite to offer a seat to a lady, especially a pretty lady.

"How are you?"

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 12:30 am UTC (link)
"Sorry to say, still here," she said happily, waggling them for effect. It was actually quite hard to singe off just your eyebrows while working with dragons. When, not if, you got burned it tended to be a bit of a broader problem. But the eyebrow joke always seemed to persist with people.

Nessie waved off his gentlemanly offer, more than capable of fending for herself and leaned against the bar as she ordered a pint and a shot of firewhisky. "I'm great," she chatted, "You? Settling in at Hogwarts alright?" She'd struggled enough to keep her attention in line while a student, she couldn't fathom being a teacher.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 12:32 am UTC (link)
"For now," Quentin said solomnly, because he knew that Nessie's eyebrows had gone the way of the... well, dragons, to ironically use a Muggle expression. And for some reason, people - Nessie included - just looked hilarious without eyebrows. Little bits of hair they were, and yet they made such a difference.

Lifting his glass, he took a swallow of the burning liquid that slid down his throat like a flame. "Quite well," he said with a nod and a flash of that grin. "Time will tell, of course, but I'm liking it. It's never dull, for certain." Since students in the height of puberty were never, ever boring.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 12:42 am UTC (link)
"Can't imagine it would be," Nessie agreed, nodding a thanks when her drinks were set down. She lifted the glass toward him, a silent toast, before she knocked back the warm whiskey, appreciating the burning sensation all the way down to her stomach. "Unless you were teaching history maybe." It was hard to imagine the dull class could be much more interesting for the teacher than it was for the students, even if Binns had finally relinquished his reign. "Or Astronomy," she added after another thought, sipping her pint. "Or Potions." Most subjects that didn't involve beasts were boring to her.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 12:44 am UTC (link)
"Ah no, no History for me - I don't think Binns will ever give up his tenure," Quentin guessed. The ghost seemed still oblivious to the fact that he was dead. And just, in general oblivious the way he sometimes lectured to an empty room. "It's probably good that a ghost teaches it. Any living person might just die of boredom." That was one class he had not enjoyed taking, and had not taken beyond his OWLs.

"Oh now Potions you should like. More room for singing off eyebrows and other bits of hair."

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 12:53 am UTC (link)
"Yes. I've always been in a fan of hanging out in a dungeon, sitting still for extended lengths of time in front of books and a cauldron cutting up ingredients exactly." The scenario was like torture to her and, at least the last time she'd checked, she was many things but not a masochist. "Interesting fact, Quentin," she joked, smiling too brightly to achieve any subtlety, "I didn't actually become a dragon keeper for the burns and lost eyebrows."

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 01:01 am UTC (link)
"With Snape lurking around, don't forget that part," Quentin reminded her. Snape had certainly made the class. Mostly horrible, especially if you were a student he didn't like - which had been many! And now he was Headmaster. Fancy that.

Quentin let his eyes widen, his brows lifting, feigning surprise. "Really?" he asked, as if shocked by the revelation. "Why I never would have guessed." He swallowed the last of his firewhiskey and tipped a finger up, signalling for another. "The not-so-little little ones are well though?"

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 01:14 am UTC (link)
"Aye," Nessie squinted her eyes, marvelling at how she could leave out that unfortunate detail. She had certainly not been one of the few students to avoid his wrath, with her tendency to forget about her potions until they resulted in boiled over messes or ruined cauldrons.

"Hard to believe, I know," she chuckled. "They're fantastic," she enthused, brightening even more at the question. It never occurred to her that someone might not be truly interested in the topic, that they'd simply ask out of politeness. "Torcher is still healing but the others are good. Esk turns one month tomorrow and she is going to be a handful, I can tell already. The females are always more violent but Esk?" She let out a soft whistle as she reached for her pint, taking a drink while she let Quentin's imagination run wild with an above average violent baby dragon could be like.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 01:24 am UTC (link)
Quentin had been a good Potions student - but then, he was a Ravenclaw, he had been a very good student, in general. However he had also been a rather cocky and brash student, which probably had not made him a favourite of the grumpy then-Potion's professor.

"How many of them do you have there right now?" he asked, curious, actually interested. If she had been raising say, chickens, he wouldn't have been. But dragons were fascinating. Wild. The wildest, the fiercest. Had to give them respect. And here Nessie was, acting like a surrogate mama. She had balls. In the hopefully-not-literal sense.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 01:33 am UTC (link)
"Nine," she said, ticking them off on her fingers as she named them. "Torcher, Mossy, Knucker, Esk, Victoria, Dribble, Abby, Winder and Angua. Esk is the youngest and Winder is about eight months, he's going to have to leave the nursery soon. Hitting another growth spurt so possibly sooner rather than later. He'll do just fine though, very independent, even for a Hebridian." And if there was ever a creature that needed it's own space it was the Hebridian Blacks.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 01:37 am UTC (link)
Quentin whistled softly. Nine dragons was nothing to sneeze at. In fact, it was something most people would turn tail and run at, even if those dragons were in the infant stages of things. A baby dragon was still a dragon.

"Do they ever get attached?" he asked, giving a smile of thanks to the bartender as his second drink was delivered (and sliding a tip across the bar as well. It always paid to tip bartenders well when you wanted quick service). "And not want to leave?" Like a child not wanting to let go of the apron strings. Except larger, scalier and with much sharper teeth.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 01:50 am UTC (link)
"Sometimes," she'd had enough dragons in her years on the reserve to have seen a wide range of personalities. "By the time they are old enough or big enough to leave they are usually ready," she explained, "but some are a little more eager about it than others. Even if I have a bond with one it's hard to ignore the open space and tasty deer running about. Hard to compete with that."

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 01:56 am UTC (link)
"Hard to ignore instinct," Quentin murmured as he tipped his glass up. The burn was lessened, the first drink having numbed the way a little bit, but it still pooled warm and flickering in his stomach.

"And what else has been keeping your time? I know you must get away from the dragons now and again," he said with a grin as he set down his glass, fingertips tapping lightly against the side. "Mischief and Mayhem, MacFusty style?"

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 02:26 am UTC (link)
Raising her glass to his statement, Nessie nodded and drank along with him. "That's what makes it instinct," she pointed out, well aware that even if her dragons were her babies they were still quite capable of being the little beasts they were.

"Sometimes," she nodded, keeping mum on how the times away from the dragons were fewer than one might think. His next question brought out another big smile and she laughed warmly, raising her glass as she gave a small bow, downing the rest of the pint to prove her MacFusty merit. "You'd expect anything less? Flying, drinking, family, friends," she gave a little shrug and slid the glass across the bar top to signal another round before turning her full attention back to him. "What about you? Though...I guess Hogwarts inhibits your social life?" It hadn't Rolf's, she was aware, he was capable of teaching and still making chicken for his favourite MacFustys.

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 02:29 am UTC (link)
It was probably good that she kept Mum on the particulars, otherwise some sort of emergency action might have been required, to make sure she got away from the Scaley Ones now and again and out into the world of those who walked on two legs and didn't flap about on wings, breathing fire.

"Much the same," he said, because he enjoyed all of those things. Drinking, of course, friends as well. Razzing his brother. "It.. has it's moments of throwing a stick in the wheels, yes," he had to admit. "Having to stay to supervise supper and be on duty evenings and what not." It wasn't the freedom and flexibility that he was used to. "I suspect being Head of House is part of that." Since he had to actually live at the school.

"But I won't ever let it tie me down completely," he added with a wink.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-18 03:33 am UTC (link)
"Something worth putting a little work into," Nessie admitted, she wasn't the best at always remembering to devote the proper amount of time to a social life but she knew without a doubt she couldn't live in the school like he now had to. Picking up her fresh pint, she smirked lightly at the wink. "No, I can't see you really letting that happen."

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-18 01:07 pm UTC (link)
Quentin wasn't sure it was something he could do for years and years to come. Not like some Professors who made it their life's work. But for the near future? It was a new challenge, and he always liked a new challenge.

"If I ever become someone trapped with only their work, do feel free to hex me a little bit," he said with a chuckle.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-20 11:43 pm UTC (link)
"Only a little?" Nessie laughed warmly waggling her eyebrows to convey her pretend hopefulness. Not that she wouldn't find it hard to hex someone if the situation required it, it still wasn't something she'd do lightly and curbing workaholics she was quite sure fell into the lightly category. "I promise I'll track you down, underneath all the papers, and curse the desire to work right out of you....because I care."

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[info]notyourdada
2010-09-21 12:53 am UTC (link)
"Well, maybe a lot, depending on how bad it is," Quentin said with a quick flash of a grin as he swallowed down the last of his firewhiskey. A small slip of smoke slipped past his lips and dissapated.

And then grimaced. "Papers. I think that marking is the one thing that I'm not ever going to enjoy." Sure, sometimes it was amusing - the answers some of the students came up with (especially the First and Second years!) but generally it was just tedious.

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[info]scatter_brained
2010-09-21 02:21 am UTC (link)
"Sitting around, stack of parchment, reading poorly written essays with answers they pulled out of their hats? I can't imagine what's not to like!" Knocking back the rest of her pint, Nessie laughed and scrunched up her face. "Oh, Merlin. I remember some of the things I wrote when I ran out of ideas and actual answers..."

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