RP: Bonjour

[pb_rosmerta]

Characters: Madam Rosmerta, Tracey Davis, others?
Location: Three Broomsticks
Date: July 14, 2000
Status/Warning: OPEN/None
Summary; AS for tradition, Rosie celebrates Bastille Day
Completion: InComplete

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[pb_blaise]

Blaise had spent enough time in France lately working at secruing references for a job at the Ministry. He'd found that his mother's "friends" weren't quite willing to offer up letters of recommendation until he'd proven himself. Therefore, he'd been forced into working on on of his mother's causes. The current cause being research on how Beauxbatons needed to be reorganized for maximum learning potential. It was grueling work and he hated every minute of it. There was way too much reading involved.

However, he'd been given a slight repreive as no one in France worked on Bastille Day. Heading home, he decided to stop in at the Three Broomsticks for a bite. Walking into the pub, he let out a groan. "Not here too," he compalined as he glanced around the room.

Noticing Tracey, he was reminded that her birthday was the thing that he'd used to remember this date when they'd had to learn it in history. "Put it on my tab," he requested in reference to her order, "and add a Firewhiskey and a good old cornbeef sandwhich."

Turning to Tracey he added, "And don't you argue it. It is your birthday afterall."

[pb_tracey]

She turned when she heard Blaise's voice. Of course, she opened her mouth in protest, but closed it. "If you insist," she said as the bartender slid a glass of wine in front of her and a shot of firewhiskey in front of Blaise.

"How have you been? Haven't seen you in a while," she said taking a sip of the wine; it was dry, but sweet.

[pb_blaise]

Blaise downed the shot and decided that a glass of water would be the best course of action for his next drink.

"Mother has kept me quite busy in France. She's got this new cause that I've become all wrapped up in," he didn't elaborate as he thought the topic was rather boring. Of course if she asked, he would oblige. "How has your day been?"

[pb_tracey]

"What kind of cause?" she asked, more out of obligation than actual interest. "Surprising well. I didn't have to deal with the fusty dismal-dreaming flap-dragon." Tracey gave him half a smile before taking another sip of her wine.

"To be honest, I feel as though I've out grown the whole birthday thing. Mum didn't even attempt to make plans, which I'm grateful for."

[pb_blaise]

"Beauxbatons is looking to restructure. She has me researching methods that Hogwarts has changed over the years that have led to a more successful curriculum." He flagged down another drink for himslf.

"Come now, one is never to old for birthdays. A chance to reflect on one's better qualities is always in good taste."

[pb_tracey]

"Is their structure so much different from Hogwarts?" she asked. She assumed there were some differences; every school have their own way of doing things. "Were things at Durmstrang vastly different from Hogwarts?"

Sipping her drink, she frowned. "It would be different if it was a milestone birthday. 20 is not that big of a deal."

[pb_blaise]

"With all the troubles we experienced there seems to be a push to revamp history, Muggle studies, and Dark Arts. Not to mention many schools are looking at creating programs that will allow for more exchange and easier transfer of students from one to the other." He might not admit it, but Blaise was finding some of the research to be a bit intriguing, particularly when looking at the restructuring of Dark Arts.

"Technically, you are no longer a teenager," he gave her a light ribbing.

[pb_tracey]

"Merlin, Hogwarts needs a human teaching History," she said after taking another drink. "Don't get me wrong, I liked Binns, but honestly no wonder he died and didn't notice. That class could be so much more interactive than the way he teaches it."

The first course of the special arrived and Tracey offered to split it with him; she wasn't likely to be able to eat it all anyways. One good thing about being with Oliver; food never went to waste..

"Whoopee! Does that mean I'll be drawn and quartered if I'm not married with a baby on the way in a year?"

[pb_blaise]

Blaise chuckled lightly at Tracey's distaste for their former history teacher. "Actually, other schools are looking to find ghostly history teachers that will assist their mortal professors. Ghosts tend to have more connections and are better able to present information."

He shook his head as if to clear his mind. All this talk about work, while not necessarily boring, was equally not as entertaining.

"That is a question you'd have to ask Oliver," to his knowledge the two seemed to be doing fairly well together last he'd seen.

[pb_tracey]

Raising an eyebrow, she said, "Really? I suppose first hand accounts are far more accurate then a second or third hand account like the history books themselves." It sort of made sense to her; using the ghost as a guest lecturer over the ghost actually teaching.

"We are not close to getting married," she said. Things between them were going brilliantly and Tracey did not see the need to change it. "Although, I think I will be attending more Quidditch matches this year than last."

Tracey wondered what kind of relationship he had with Melinda Bobbin. "Seeing anyone seriously?"