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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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	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." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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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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	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..." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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