Scheming and Socializing at Ravenclaw Bar ((SPN crew, and see note))

[nerdofthelord]

((This one's open to pretty much anyone, but Yukimura and Lee are particularly invited to come around before or after Bobby and the boys show up.))Castiel had finally gotten around to investigating the bar in Ravenclaw tower, and found the place to his liking. He could sit quietly and watch people come and go if he wanted to, socialize if he liked

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[junkyard_hunter]

It hadn’t taken long for Bobby to hear the news. John Winchester was back from the dead and at Hogwarts. He and the boys had finally reconciled. Or at least as close to reconciling as they were ever going to get. They’d always be butting heads to some degree

[nerdofthelord]

Cas nodded, setting a couple of empties out of the way. "Hello, Bobby. Have a seat." Several noteworthy things had happened since he had last spoken with the man, and he was interested in Bobby's take on John Winchester's appearance especially. "How have you been?"

Sam wore his heart openly on his face, and even Dean's habitual snark couldn't completely conceal the tiredness around his eyes, but Bobby was more difficult to read. Castiel couldn't remember seeing the man look genuinely happy (not for more than fleeting instances, at least) and so it wasn't easy to guess how he was getting by without intruding further into his thoughts than seemed polite.

As for the angel, he'd been doing better since getting some sleep and (ironically) since his encounter with Death. Though he wouldn't go so far as to say all his issues were resolved, he was coping.

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby shrugged noncomittally and picked up one of the non-hexed bottles of beer, twisting it open. He took a long draw from the bottle and sighed

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel nodded. "I concur," he said. "It's been good for all of us to be here." He hadn't forgotten what might be waiting for them when they returned home, but dealing with whatever happened could only be easier for the respite. "Having Adam and now John here must be complicated for Dean and Sam right now, but I'm sure that will work out for the best as well," he added innocently, completely oblivious to any mixed feelings Bobby might have on the subject.

[elegantsamurai]

Yukimura didn't often go to the Ravenclaw bar as he enjoyed the companionship of the bar staff at the Slytherin bar and it was closer to his room, but every so often, being alone, or slightly more alone but still not in his room, was something he wanted. And, he knew it worried Kuronue when he drank in the room. He slipped into the bar, looking around to see who was around before selecting a bottle of sake. He walked up to Castiel. "You look like you're waiting for someone? Would you care for company?" he asked, gesturing to the seat nearest the angel, his tone friendly. There'd been a time he would have been flirtatious, but certain events still had him cautious about flirting with newcomers as quickly as he had.

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel glanced up and smiled slightly, gesturing to the chair. "Of course. Yukimura, correct?" He remembered the man well from his sorting, and had spent more than a few odd moments contemplating the rather sticky questions he had posed. If he hadn't come looking for Yukimura with an answer yet, it was mainly because it seemed to keep changing every time he considered the question.

Philosophical quandaries aside, he in no way objected to the man's company. "I am supposed to meet with a friend, but I arrived early. Please, join me."

[elegantsamurai]

A smile curved his lips. "Yes, Yukimura. I am pleased you remember me," he laughed, taking the seat. "I must apologize for asking such difficult questions. Would you care for a drink?" he asked, holding up the bottle. It was a fairly good sake. He had better in his private stash in his room, but those, Kuronue insisted on tasting first even though that one was gone.

[nerdofthelord]

"They were difficult," Cas acknowledged, "but worth the asking."

He looked at the bottle. "Sake?" He vaguely remembered there being a few like it in the specialty section of the liquor store he'd ransacked, but everything had been blurring together by that point, and he couldn't for the life of him remember what the stuff tasted like (or what kind of kick it had.) "I'd be pleased to try it, thank you."

[drunkexguardian]

((Tag whenever--no rush!))

Lee was remarkably good at just kind of... being places. It came in handy sometimes, like when she wanted to make a big entrance. Or when she wanted to avoid them--suddenly being noticed in a corner and making three people jump a little was a lot quieter than kicking down a door, stomping across the floor (hovering across--she couldn't even stomp properly if she was in cloak mode) and facing everyone down.

And she wasn't big on big entrances when she was at the Ravenclaw bar. Stay in a dark corner and get drunk in a burgundy pile, that was more her thing. Nobody interrupted her binges asking for help here. Nobody much interrupted her at all.

It was nice, in an avoidant way. She downed some more dark beer, concentrating on the taste and not much else.

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel was notorious for interrupting people at all manner of pursuits, and he'd lately been practicing the fine art of sitting in a corner and not being noticed himself. Lee, clearly, was a master of the craft. It was some time before he even realized she was in the room.

Once he had, he left her to it for a time, content to keep her in his peripheral awareness and let her drown her sorrows as she saw fit. At some point, though, he came to a decision, and there was a brief flickering about him as he zapped off to his own room and returned to his place in the space between two heartbeats with the item he'd retrieved.

He got up a moment later and ambled over to Lee's corner, prepared to back off if she wasn't in a mood for company. He did owe her a thank-you, however, and he also thought it would only be fair to offer...

"Hello, Lee," he greeted her, hefting the six-pack she'd sent him at Christmas. "My apologies if I'm disturbing you. But I thought maybe you'd like to share this with me."

[drunkexguardian]

"You," Lee said, in a less accusatory manner than normal. "So you found it after all. Pull up a seat." She swept one arm in a grandiose indication of a free space, not quite unbalancing herself in the process. "And you brought refills! Great. I hate flagging down the house elves. Little fuckers are busy enough." She only had the one mug in front of her, mostly drained of beer, but during the time she'd been moping occupied it had been refilled more times than she'd bothered to count.

She polished off the last of it, leaned forward and rested her head on one hand. Beneath the shadow of her hood, her face smooshed against her fist. "And I don't think they like bringing refills too much, either. I don't know if it's the booze itself or just me. I try to be nice to 'em, but I think they're scared of me anyway."

[nerdofthelord]

"You do give an impression of...formidability," Cas said, taking the seat opposite and setting the beer down between them. "I try not to bother them too much, either. It doesn't seem appropriate, somehow." His sole purpose for existence, for years beyond count, had been to serve as the instrument of another's will. Even if that was arguably behind him, it felt all wrong to be waited on by others, especially since it was usually a trivial effort to find what little he needed himself.

"Are we celebrating an occasion," he asked after a moment, claiming one of the beers, "or just toasting the inevitable descent of the Universe into entropy?" That look of sodden resignation was all too unfortunately familiar, though given their last conversation, she undoubtedly had a lot more practice at that too.

[fantastic_nine]

The Doctor was in an especially good mood. He was in Ravenclaw to look around and see who might have arrived, or left, while he had been away in Barcelona with Rose. The fellow in the trenchcoat caught his attention right away. Time curved around him oddly, and there was an immense amount of power and light around him.

He dropped down into the seat next to Castiel with a grin. "Hullo. I'm the Doctor."

[nerdofthelord]

Slightly startled, Cas blinked at the man. "Castiel. I thought I'd already met the resident Doctor." At least this one wasn't circling like a carrion bird and pointing any strange contraptions at him.

[fantastic_nine]

The Doctor flapped his hand, "Taller fellow? Bowtie, mad hair? That's me. Well, a future version of me. Regeneration actually. It's all a bit dodgy, considering there are two of us in the same timeline. But the universe hasn't imploded yet," he said cheerfully.

"Are you a new arrival or a recent return?"

[nerdofthelord]

"Relatively new." Regenerating doctors. More time-related strangeness, check. He hadn't actually run into his own past self on his trip back to the 70's, for which he was grateful, but 'dodgy' described the concept pretty effectively. "I'm still learning my way around the place. Have you been here long?"