before you know it, it's gone and you're dead again

[merlinianblood]

Dave is sitting in one of the Kashtta's lounges, grading quizzes.

This is what he's supposed to be doing, anyway.

What he's really doing is sitting there at the table he's commandeered, papers strewn across its surface-some marked up with red, some now-staring at the pen in his hand. He's having one of those I don't belong here moments that all

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[wereall_addicts]

Sophie is exploring.

She hasn't spent much time in the Kashtta since she got here, but with Parker seemingly having gone missing, she's spending a bit more time there. It's partially looking for Parker, partially trying to keep herself busy so that she doesn't launch a full scale assault. She knows that the Rifts like to play tricks, and that's normal, but this is a trick she doesn't like.

So. Keeping herself busy.

She hasn't explored much in the place she is starting to call her home, so when she stumbles onto the auditorium, she can't help but smile. It's not her stage, she knows that, but that doesn't stop her from loving it as much as she does. And when she sees the man standing on stage with a book in his hand.

Well, it's just in her nature to intrude.

"Sorry," she begins, "I don't mean to interrupt, but -- are you planning a play?"

[bewilderoy]

Honestly, Gilderoy was not expecting company, but that is not to say that it is unwelcome. He glances over at the sound of the auditorium door opening and grins as soon as Sophie speaks.

"I am!"

For the record, he's a bit dressed down today. His shoes are still shiny enough to reflect the stage lights, but he's in a pair of black jeans (rest assured they were still horribly expensive and are very much in right now) and a first-few-buttons-undone, pale green dress shirt.

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Or," he adds, mostly to himself, "This of Gilderoy and his high school theater class. Tell me, miss-have you ever seen any high school productions of the Bard's works? I'm afraid I've never been exposed to any, as I'm not... from here."

[wereall_addicts]

"I have. Several, actually." She starts to make her way down the aisle and up onto the stage. When she hits the stairs, she takes a breath. Oh, she's missed this. "They can be done well, if the proper amount of work is put into them."

[bewilderoy]

"Well, it's not like I'm doing much else," he says, making a face. Aside from his classes at the high school, he has very little to occupy himself with, and you know what they say about idle hands. "But-" And here is a dazzling smile for your collection, Sophie, "Thank you. That's good to know."

[wereall_addicts]

"Chicago is kind of slow that way for we Wanderers, isn't it." Without the problems of your real life, it's hard to find a way to keep yourself busy. "Though I'm sure that the play will keep you quite entertained for a while."

[bewilderoy]

Gilderoy thinks over her statement for a moment before nodding. "Yes, I suppose it is."

Lord knows that's certainly the case for him. Try losing your entire identity.

"We're due to put it on in March," he says. "Plenty of time to prepare."

[wereall_addicts]

"It's likely to be quite the production," she says with a smile. "I'll be sure to attend."

And she will. She never says no to Shakespeare, regardless of who's performing it.

[bewilderoy]

"Excellent!"

He really does look thrilled. Loathe as he is to admit it, he's truly worried that this will somehow turn out to be a gigantic flop. It's not fair for him to think that way as there hasn't even been casting yet, but.

Reputations, you know.

"I'm Gilderoy Lockhart," he says, offering his hand. "You can look for my name on the marquee."

Even though there isn't one.

Details.

[wereall_addicts]

"Sophie Devereaux," she says with a smile, shaking his hand. "And it is a pleasure. I hope the show does well."

[bewilderoy]

"Oooh." His mouth forms a little 'o'.

"How very French. And yet-that's an English accent I hear, yes?"

[wereall_addicts]

"It is," she says with a smile. "I was born and raised in London. But I've always had a bit of a special love for Paris."

It's part of the reason why she picked the name.

[bewilderoy]

"I'm assuming you've been to Paris, then?" The mere mention of the city brings a smile to his face, as well. Paris-parts of it, at least-is lovely. So much art! So much romance!

[wereall_addicts]

"I love Paris. I would retire there if the country didn't despise me."

It's true. France doesn't like her much. In fact, they very much want to throw her into jail.

[bewilderoy]

Well, now.

That's an odd thing to say.

He arches one perfect eyebrow and blinks at her. "I beg your pardon?"

[wereall_addicts]

"I'm sorry?"

Yes, Sophie. That probably wasn't the thing she was supposed to say in a situation like this. "Was it something I said?"

[bewilderoy]

"That bit about the country despising you."

The eyebrow remains in its position.

"Did you offend the delicate sensibilities of the French in some way?"