Matchmaker - OTA

[black_nimbus01]

After the previous day's disastrous reunion with his mother, Draco was feeling a lot like a dirty rag in the gutter. However, there was nothing like meddling (well, not technically meddling since he had permission from Meg) in other people's lives to provide a way to ignore the shit storm in your own. That was what Draco believed and so he was

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[call_him_joe]

Enter one very large, potentially imposing man who only managed to not be frightening looking because of the smile on his face and the jeans very liberally smeared in what probably looked like mud but was in reality potters clay. Honestly he could be one of the Weasley brothers in a pinch, with his long red hair pulled back in a ponytail.

Destruction ordered his usual large black coffee and an assortment of pastries before moving into the sitting area and scanning for a table.

[black_nimbus01]

Draco had to do a double take to make sure the man wasn't a Weasley. Could he subject Meg to a ginger? Well...he definitely wasn't a troll, despite his size.

The wizard adopted a large smile and waved at him. "Free seat, if you want it," he said, loudly.

[call_him_joe]

He arched his brow, people rarely offered him seats - and made his way to join the much blonder, much slighter man.

"Thank you, I was beginning to think I would have to take my repast and share it with the ducks in the park."

[black_nimbus01]

"It is rather busy today," Draco said. he had purposely picked the busiest day and hour to be there, for obvious reasons. "What's your name, Extremely Tall, Ginger, and Imposing?"

[just_oz]

Oz entered the cafe, brushing off the snow, and headed toward the counter. He ordered a sandwich and a coffee, then turned around to scan the cafe for a place to sit.

[[ooc: you can spot him as a potential date, if you want. XD ]]

[black_nimbus01]

It took a moment for Draco to remember the lad's name, but then he smiled and waved at him.

"Oz! Fancy seeing you again," he said, and pushed out the empty chair with his foot. "Have a seat."

[just_oz]

He walked over at took a seat, setting down his food tray,"Draco, right?"

[black_nimbus01]

He nodded. "Spot on. How have you been?" Draco asked. "Still with the band and all?"

[black_nimbus01]

Ahhh, perhaps some...variety was in order. Draco raised his arm at the humanoid turtle to flag him down. "Seat's free over here."

[Couldn't remember if these two have met or not, and going back through old threads didn't bring anything up.]

[black_nimbus01]

"Probably not, but I don't see anyone else volunteering a spot at their table," Draco pointed out. "I think I've seen you around. What's your name?"

[faramir_hurin]

The cafe is terribly crowded when I go to get my lunch. I have the feeling I'll be taking it back to the library. That doesn't generally bother me except that the food gets cold. Ah, well, if it sat for a day and a half it would still be better than late winter rations with the rangers.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar blond head. In the middle of all the chaos is Draco, and it looks like he's working on something. If I can catch his eye I'll give him a wave. He might do better research in the quiet of the library.

Tagging because I saw the thread with John-boy.

[black_nimbus01]

Draco lit up when he noticed Faramir noticing him - not in that way, thank Merlin, or there would be some awkwardness to follow - and waved at him.

"Good to see you about, Faramir," he said by way of greeting.

[faramir_hurin]

"Good to see you as well, though you'd probably be able to concentrate better at the library. It's not usually this crowded." Well, I don't usually come in at this time either.

"What are you working on today? If it's not secret, that is, or something I completely wouldn't understand."

[black_nimbus01]

"Actually I'm working on something you may be able to help me with," Draco said with a grin. "Would you date a twenty-year-old woman, Faramir?"

you realize I couldn't resist, right? notice him please :D

[justplain_bill]

Haruvatat was an opportunity for Bill to enjoy the simpler things in life. Sure, there was a the big cash settlement for wrongful imprisonment that the state of California was going to give him back when he made it out of Neverland... But here, here he could simply enjoy just being and of course keeping tabs on his favorite dance instructor.

Meg's lunch long over, the girl currently at the dance studio, Billy found himself at the cafe a ways down and across the street from the studio. Taking a seat at one of the few remaining tables facing the studio, a cup of black coffee in front of him, Billy began to flip through one of the outdated pamphlets from the Welcome Center.

[black_nimbus01]

Welcome Center pamphlets? Draco never visited the place so he had no knowledge of how old they were, and thought maybe the bloke was a newbie. That could be a good thing since newbies were usually lonely, but could also be a bad thing since they were usually trying avoid anything to do with the place.

This one looked normal enough, though Draco would be an idiot if he judged anything by looks in the village. That was what the interview was for, of course, and the wizard's bullshit detector was an excellent judge of character.

"New here?" Draco asked after leaning over, right into the guy's personal space. Some people would think him an idiot for doing that, but it was just another test.

[He is soooo lucky John didn't reveal him name or description. XD]

[justplain_bill]

Resisting the urge to throttle the irritating little maggot addressing him in that annoyingly offhanded I'm hip and cool with the whole social scene way.. Billy shifted his uncaring gaze from the dull monotony of the pamphlet and focused on the maggot cramming itself in his personal space like he owned the damn air.

Years of practice of burying the burying homicidal rage down deep in himself and seamlessly replacing it with a sincere look of amusement at the antics of a youngster, all the while picturing ripping the skin off that smarmy know-it-all face. "Nope," he began with a good natured half a smile. "Haven't reached the rank of seasoned veteran yet but I'm slowly getting there. You?" Genuine interest.

[ain't he just!]

[black_nimbus01]

"Four years and some change," Draco replied. Now why would someone who wasn't new carry around Welcome Center pamphlets?

"A seasoned veteran, as you say. Not as glamorous as the title suggests, I assure you."