It had been a hard few days. Marlow couldn't explain the weight she felt on her heart, the way her body fought against her most of the time, not wanting her to even get out of her bed in the morning. She had her better moments, letting herself become distracted by her students or by her friends and what was going on in their lives. It was easy to
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She reached the bar, her fingers gripping at the edge as she propped herself up, her height doing her no favors as she finally grinned.
She was here now. No backing out.
"Hey there, bartender-"
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He wiped his hands on the towel hanging from his belt out of habit more so than necessity before leaning against the bar across from her, hitching up an eyebrow.
"What can I get you, then?"
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"You, actually-" she said, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Well, it's a proposition, really-"
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"I should probably let you elaborate on what kind of proposition you have in mind before I say anything potentially embarrassing-"
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"While I'd love a repeat performance of last time-" she said, a wicked grin flashing across her lips. "I've actually got two box seats to tonight's Ballycastle Bats match versus the Kenmare Kestrels-"
She shrugged her shoulders, her hair tumbling around them as she looked up at him.
"Can I steal you away?"
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"Wait a second- Linney? As in Bats Keeper Jonah Linney?"
He was most certainly not on the verge of breaking into a fit of fanboy excitement. No he was not.
"What do I thi- seriously? As if turning this down was even an option?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the befuddling hesitation on her face. Nevermind the fact that the idea of being anywhere or doing anything that very straightforwardly dropped him in an all-magic environment generally set his nerves on edge - this was Quidditch they were talking about. If ever he'd be tempted to make an exception, this was it.
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She tried to hide her own excitement, those butterflies in her stomach back in full force as she grinned widely, the idea of spending the rest of the day with him doing little to diminish her nerves. Though, she was more than a little amused by his reaction, somehow not quite expecting him to put two and two together. It was still a bit weird for anyone to know who her brother was- Jonah Linney being some big time professional Quidditch player not quite something she was used to.
Even if it apparently worked in her favor.
"Good- oh, right, yeah, Jonah's my baby brother, actually-" she said, as she raked her hand through her hair. "So, you know, every once in while he sends along tickets-"
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Pat shook his head, a laugh shaking his shoulders as he struggled to keep his giddy, childlike excitement under control. "Short of everyone else you know having stupidly turned down the offer already, I have no idea why you've gone and picked me to tag along, but I'm not complaining-"
Quidditch fanboying aside, he certainly wasn't opposed to the idea of spending some unexpected time with her, especially after he'd all but given up hope on seeing her again-
He snatched the towel out of his belt, tossing it under the bar and signaling his exit to the other bartender at the other end of the counter. "I'm not even scheduled to be here right now, so to hell with it-"
Paperwork, shmaperwork...
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But she'd all but given up on the idea of going to see him again, figuring that maybe what happened had been a fluke.
Not to mention it'd had been hard enough to leave the castle in the last three weeks.
"I um- well, I figured it might be fun, you and me-" she said, feeling a little sheepish all of a sudden. It was entirely random now that she thought about it.
She watched him, the smile creeping on her face probably as eager as she hoped it wouldn't be. She had a terrible poker face.
"I suppose being an owner of this place has it's perks, then," she told him.
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Either way, there were so many points against which he wasn't about to argue or protest. Quidditch, ridiculously enticing and attractive girl, day off from tedious accounting and scheduling and spreadsheets-
A crooked grin pulled at his lips, the sheepish look she threw his way doing nothing to calm the compounded squirming tugging at his stomach. "They can't quite fire me, at the very least," he half shrugged as he ditched the bartending side of the counter.
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Still, she couldn't ignore how pleased she was that he was going to be spending the rest of the day with her.
"Good to know-" she said, then, catching his eye. "Now- um, think you can find us a dark, secluded area?"
It was an odd request, she knew, but Side-Along Apparition was really the only way this was going to work.
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"The office is generally empty on Sundays-"
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She was quickly becoming rather acquainted with that room. She briefly wondered if that same bartender who was working on New Year's Day was here again- Marlow becoming this fixture that slipped into the back of the bar.
She laughed, a flush hitting her cheeks.
"Ah, I remember that room," she said, playfully, raising her eyebrows briefly. "Yes- that should be perfect actually-"
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