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[thisfatefulhour]

Outside, there's a brief rush of wind.

A few minutes later, one of the tables has a blonde young man at it, reading. Occasionally he reads aloud, though under his breath; it sounds like poetry, from what can be heard.

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[subtle_will]

One of the shadows underneath his chair detaches itself from the others and becomes a cat, padding softly along the floor before she jumps up onto a free chair and from the seat to the tabletop.

"Hullo," Will says from behind him. "Mind if we join you?"

[thisfatefulhour]

"All we in one long cara-- Oh, hello." This to Kirjava.

He half-turns and smiles at Will. "Be my guest."

[subtle_will]

"We don't mean to interrupt," Will starts, but Kirjava waves her tail gently and looks at him, amused.

He sits. The book is placed on the table.

[thisfatefulhour]

"If I really didn't want to be interrupted, I could have stayed at home. It's Will, isn't it?"

[not_ho_chunk]

Gray Jay nods to him from a nearby table.

[thisfatefulhour]

Charles nods back, politely, as he sits down.

[not_ho_chunk]

"New to the bar, young man?"

[thisfatefulhour]

"Always, I think. But I've been coming for a few months."

[dear_of_heart]

Cora's carrying her stew to a booth when she sees him, and pauses uncertaintly, debating whether to interrupt his reading.

[thisfatefulhour]

He glances up, and smiles. "Hello, Cora. Care to join me?"

[dear_of_heart]

"Hello, Charles Wallace-- and if I'm not a nuisance..." she smiles at him and sets the bowl gingerly on the table, before taking a seat.

"Have you been doing well?"

[thisfatefulhour]

"Not a nuisance at all."

He marks his place with a finger held in the book, and leans back. "Quite well, actually. Yourself?"