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[wizard_howell]

Howl's blond tonight.

It goes better, he thinks, with the scarlet and grey suit. He has no particularly compelling rhyme or reason for being here; he simply feels like it. There are a few people here he wouldn't mind catching up; it's been a long time.

And meanwhile, he thinks, back in the land of Ingary, life goes on. I'm so glad this corner of

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[argentine_rose]

Someone mention pretty girls?

The one at the bar--she's pretty, all right.

She's also a girl.

[wizard_howell]

Like a moth to the proverbial flame, he simply can't resist. She's young, she's exotic, and she's there. He, on the other hand, is very good at suddenly appearing out of nowhere, and that's what he seemingly does.

A small smile graces his face; fingers reach into the money pouch hanging from his belt. One coin meets the bar's surface followed by another, and the silver's followed by a smooth voice, lightly accented.

"Cider. And whatever the lady desires."

[argentine_rose]

He's got money. This is good. She prefers to work, but getting paid for her beauty hasn't been written off as a financial option.

"More tea."

[wizard_howell]

It could be that he's raising his eyebrows over the concept of drinking tea in a pub, but it could be that he's astonished at someone not taking advantage of him; only one of his coins disappears.

He leaves the second on the bar for later, or for more, or for whatever use is fitting. All he needs is to step through the door and sell another handful of spells and the silver will be replaced before he even has time to think about it.

"Any man with eyes would think you've got to have am absolutely lovely name to go with such beauty. Would you deign to share said name with me?" He gives her a sweet enough smile. "I'll go first: I'm Howl."

[fatherw]

Did someone say pretty girls?

Arthur is SO not a pretty girl. But, he is a gloomy boy with an issue with pretty girls. Severe confidence issues as well.

"That's a pretty flash suit."

[wizard_howell]

"I'm rather fond of it." With a nod, Howl gestures to a nearby chair. "Hullo, young man. You look as if you could use a drink."

The phrase generous to a fault might easily apply.

"I'm Howell. And you are?"

[fatherw]

Arthur makes a face.

"No, no, thank you though. Last time i drank, I set someone on fire."

He nods at the introduction

"Arthur Weasley"

[wizard_howell]

"Well, Arthur Weasley -- English from the sounds of it -- was it the drink that set someone on fire, or was it you? And if it was you, was it intentional?"

He knows charms that can help that sort of thing. With an appraising sort of look, he takes in what he can of the red-haired man. He can't be more than seventeen or eighteen. Barely legal to drink but he's never known an Englishman who let that stand in his way before.

[i_grenfelz]

Pretty girls? And trouble?

Well well well. Sounds like a good plan to Carmela.

Carmela being the one in black cargo pants and an eye-blindingly-pink cropped T-shirt, perched on a barstool and eying Howl, not particularly discreetly, over a chocolate milkshake.

Mmm, bishonen.

[wizard_howell]

There are moments that happen only in slow motion and this is definitely one of them: turning, it's the bright pink that first catches his eye.

Then it's the flash of belly between trousers and shirt.

After that, it's a perfect pair of lips sucking milkshake through a straw.

(One.

Two.

Three.)

"Hello."

[i_grenfelz]

Oh, if only Carmela could hear the narration.

She licks her lips (what? There's milkshake on them.) and smiles at him, tossing her long dark braid back over her shoulder.

"Hi there."

[wizard_howell]

Oh, to be so bold.

Why not? "Would you care to take a walk with me?" He's never been outside at this place but he knows about the lake, and there's a first time for everything and she's really very beautiful and this is a game he knows oh so well. "And just so we're not strangers, my name is Howl."

Who might you be, o Mistress of Milkshake?