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Post by August Newman on Dec 11, 2012 18:01:08 GMT -8
It was a beautiful day in September. The sun was shining and there was a little breeze, and it was a day meant to be spent outside, enjoying life. But August was in no mood to enjoy anything but a glass of firewhiskey at his second-favorite pub. Such a shame he hadn't taken his brother's advice and taken an apartment in Hogsmeade, then he would've been just down the road from the Hog's Head and not have to apparate there - something he wasn't about to do since his last splinching incident that still had his left arm in a sling.
As it was, he'd chosen to take a muggle flat in London which left him with the Leaky Cauldron to solve all his drinking needs, which is why he found himself stomping into the nearly-empty pub on the bright morning. He took a seat at the bar and ordered his usual. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh while he waited for his drink to arrive. Not even eleven in the morning and Ash was already driving him to drink. Another stupid fight about work, about how he should take some time off to heal his arm. Auggie shook his head angrily and downed his firewhiskey in one go. He ordered another drink quickly, only barely aware of someone taking the stool beside him.
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Post by Elliot Barker on Dec 13, 2012 17:49:30 GMT -8
Elliot was on his way back from a rather hectic day at the Ministry, having had a meeting with his brother, the infamous hot-shot Russell Barker. As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he had some matters to attend to at the Ministry, and to push for some new laws, including the fight against pardons. Those people had made sure some of his friends were killed - which, was something he'd never let them forgive. Heck, he went into hiding for months because of their treachery. They had to pay, and Azkaban was a good sentence. How dare they want pardons - their crimes were basically unforgivable.
Elliot Barker was one to hold serious grudges. Though, he did manage to tone the grudges down at times.
He sat down at the bar, in need of a slight pick-me-up after the debating. It, to say the least, had worn the older man out. Wyatt would be amused, if he predicted his partner's response correctly. Glancing at the man next to him, he ordered a butterbeer - he had work the next day, and he couldn't set a bad example for his students.
He turned to the person next to him - he didn't recognize him.
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Post by August Newman on Dec 13, 2012 18:18:24 GMT -8
Auggie sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He thought of stopping by the Ministry after his drink to get a new case before Ash could stop him. When his firewhiskey arrived he took a small sip, suddenly aware of someone watching him. He put the drink down on the bar and turned to face the older man. He didn't strike August as the type to be found in a pub so early in the morning, and this observation was confirmed when he took a glance at the man's glass. Auggie hadn't had a butterbeer since he'd been at Hogwarts.
He turned away from the stranger and took another gulp of his drink, not looking for company and hoping to just finish his drink and be gone. Unfortunately he didn't want to think about his brother, either, but his mind would focus on nothing else. He swiveled the stool a little so he could awkwardly rest his injured arm on the bar, and then faced the stranger again.
"Rough morning?" he asked, smirking a little.
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Post by Elliot Barker on Dec 13, 2012 18:39:27 GMT -8
Elliot took a sip of his butterbeer. Did he really look that tired? Thinking about it, waking up as early as he had done wasn't one of his best ideas, being the night owl that he was, but he did what was needed for the present. The meetings at the Ministry had begun early. Though stressful, much was accomplished, he thought. At least, he hoped that he'd convinced the representatives that pardons were bad for people who had committed such terrible offenses all of those years ago.
He studied the man sitting next to him. He seemed younger, and definitely a member of some active part of the Ministry, though which division was unknown to the Headmaster. "Yeah, you could say that," noted the man, a slight smirk appearing on his face. "You too?" he questioned, just to be polite. Eli wasn't one for small talk. It generally annoyed the older man, though it could prove interesting in certain situations. Sometime, out of the blue, people would reveal interesting facts about themselves that the Headmaster would manage to store away, and recall these tidbits of information for quite a while. His memory wasn't half as sharp as it was during his Hogwarts days, though.
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Post by August Newman on Dec 13, 2012 19:09:56 GMT -8
"Oh, yeah," August replied, and took another large gulp of the firewhiskey, his throat burning as it went down. "Rough year," he muttered, more to himself. He shook his head, again trying to rid himself of all negative thoughts, and returned his attention to the other man.
"Work problems? Let me guess, you're in the Ministry?" The man gave off a very 'official' vibe, at least to August, who was inherently distrustful of all Ministry workers - politicians, the lot of them. Not like himself or anyone else in the Werewolf Division, who spent most of their time out in the field, or even Aurors.
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Post by Elliot Barker on Dec 16, 2012 11:05:38 GMT -8
"You can say that again," Elliot agreed. For the past several months, things had been rough - his transition to Headmaster hadn't been as smooth as he'd wished for it to be. Several unresolved issues had pleaded to be solved over the summer, including the firing of Professor Binns - Elliot remembered as a student being unable to stay awake in that class, and he wanted no other student to have to go through that sort of boredom ever again. Classes were supposed to be interesting, anyways, and having the pants bored off of you was never enjoyable. Wyatt was all for it, and offered his partner support in the decision to get rid of the ghost, who would remain at Hogwarts, though wouldn't teach.
"Well, of course, work problems," Elliot muttered with a nod. The man looked slightly familiar - maybe Elliot had seen him from his days as being the Muggle Studies professor, though he had a feeling that this was not one of his own former students. "Nah. Headmaster. Hogwarts business, well, stuff that's in the best interest of the school." He gave a shrug, as if it was unimportant. "You?"
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Post by August Newman on Dec 24, 2012 14:31:50 GMT -8
Completely shocked at the revelation that he was speaking to a Headmaster, August studied him closely for a few moments, trying to figure out if he looked familiar at all. He wasn't at all surprised to find that he couldn't remember ever meeting the man. Auggie's days of sitting behind desks and taking O.W.L.'s were a blur. It was a surprise to everyone - even himself - when he'd received high enough grades to be accepted into training. For all he knew he could be talking to one of his old professors, but he didn't remember any of them.
"That's pretty cool, working at Hogwarts. I spent some of the best years of my life there." It was not a total lie. His best years were when his brother was alive, but being the most popular Quidditch player in the school and chasing girls was still a lot of fun. "I might've gone back if I could stand the whole nine to five thing... or kids. But I got my dream job. I'm a werewolf hunter." He avoided mentioning that he worked at the Ministry. It was bad enough working for the very people he despised, but he wouldn't have other people knowing about it. Besides, he thought it sounded more impressive the other way - like it was a hobby.
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Post by Elliot Barker on Dec 31, 2012 14:39:41 GMT -8
Elliot took another swig of his butterbeer. He figured most would know his face, although he wasn't half as well known as Dumbledore or McGonagall, who he'd worked under for a number of years as a Muggle Studies professor. The job that he'd held was an enjoyable one, combined with being Head of Ravenclaw house. Now that he was Headmaster, the job had switched from rather relaxed to a hectic one, with more people to watch out for and much more responsibility. Wyatt had noticed that his husband was considerably more stressed, and he'd done his best to help with it.
"I did myself," Elliot agreed. "I think that's true for most of us. Although, us professors do ruin the fun at times." A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes."A werewolf hunter? You realize the danger of that job?" queried Elliot, though there was a bit of disdain in his voice. Werewolves, while dangerous, were humans, regular witches and wizards for the majority of their lives.
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