Kate comes downstairs and approaches the Bar, looking tired and a little worn. Her hair is pleated, her typical cowboy hat left upstairs
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Kate isn't entirely certain what happened. Either a tornado just ripped through the bar, blowing away her center (along with a very fine bourbon, thankyouverymuch), or Scorpius Malfoy just joined her.
"Master Scorpius, has anybody ever told you it ain't right takin' what's not yours?" she asks, trying her best at being scolding.
"Goggles," he says, stuffing the Tinderblast under an arm to put his fingers to his eyes and mimic the look of goggles as in explanation. "To protect your eyes from the wind."
"Does an untrustworthy person admit to being untrustworthy? I should have brought the Veritaserum," Scorpius says, shaking his head. "I'll let you fly, anyway."
No ropes and stirrups, but a wizard's broom is a bit more classy-looking than a dirty, old household one.
"Brooms are bewitched to respond to commands. The magic's been worked into the wood, altering what the broom is and does. Some might say they're nearly sentient, so think of Bar, only not as alive. They won't be writing you notes."
Scorpius shrugs, eating a few more bites of the cupcake before wiping his hands on a napkin.
"Anyway, I'll be doing most of the flying. You can help guide her, though."
He then quickly grabs the bottle of bourbon before she can touch it.
"Flight first, drinking after. Bar, could I borrow a Tinderblast?"
The broom appears on the counter as requested.
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"Master Scorpius, has anybody ever told you it ain't right takin' what's not yours?" she asks, trying her best at being scolding.
It's not entirely effective.
"What - flight? Now?"
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"And yes, flight now. Unless you'd like to finish your cupcake... Is it your birthday?"
The candle is a bit confusing, if it is.
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Now she can't help but look amused, and it is a pleasant relief.
"We'll see if I'll be in the sharin' mood later on. It ain't my birthday, it's - "
She shrugs, pinching out the flame and pushing the cupcake a ways away.
"Three years since I walked in for the first time. An ... anniversary of sorts. Or two."
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Though, she doesn't seem very pleased about it being so. Scorpius pulls the cupcake back so it's in front of her again. She should eat it.
"I can't quite figure out how long I've been here for. The time is all weird, and never matches with home."
He grabs hold of the Tinderblast.
"Do you want goggles?" he asks, before confiding quietly, "It's my birthday soon. Back home, anyway."
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Lips twitching, she glances at Miss Bar and asks for a knife. She then carefully starts peeling the wrapper from the cupcake.
"Time, I've learned, 'is relative'. Don't ask me on dates back home as opposed t'here. I never can tell how much time has passed."
She sets the candle on a corner of the cupcake wrapper, and then uses the knife to cut it in even halves.
"Here. If you're gonna deny me my liquor, y'might as well sit an' share some chocolate with me."
Beat.
"An' what exactly are goggles?"
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He then looks at the cut cupcake with a frown.
"You're supposed to eat that."
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She purses her lips to keep from chortling at his pantomime.
"I can do whatever I damn well please with it."
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He joins her, by sitting down on a bar stool. After propping the Tinderblast up against the counter.
"How was your world?"
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Miss Bar provides a plate, and Kate uses the knife to transfer half of the cupcake over for Scorpius.
"Eventful. I came back in one piece, though," she assures him, lips twisted into a wry smile. "No bullet holes or sullied clothes."
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She smirks, mimicking his movements and taking a thoughtful taste of chocolate cake.
"I am untrustworthy, after all. I jus' happen t'be tellin' the truth, this time."
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She smirks crookedly.
She's completely full of hot air. For an outlaw, she's about as honest as they come.
"How am I supposed t'fly a broom? It ain't like it's got ropes or stirrups."
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"Brooms are bewitched to respond to commands. The magic's been worked into the wood, altering what the broom is and does. Some might say they're nearly sentient, so think of Bar, only not as alive. They won't be writing you notes."
Scorpius shrugs, eating a few more bites of the cupcake before wiping his hands on a napkin.
"Anyway, I'll be doing most of the flying. You can help guide her, though."
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Yes, just like Miss Bar. But potentially hundreds of feet in the air. Without any restraints. Easy. Simple.
She sure wishes she could have some of that bourbon.
"All right. Goggles, then," she consents with a sigh, rising and dusting her hands off on her slacks.
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