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Post by XAYNE LYALL PORTER on Apr 16, 2012 8:16:20 GMT -5
Xayne had apparated once he had left the boundary of Hogwarts, leaving the magical compound which surrounded the old castle to land in Diagon Alley. He had come to see his old friend Erik, from whom he knew through his days at Hogwarts. They had been good friends, even though they did have the odd disagreement here and there Xayne regarded Erik like a brother. A younger, taller brother of course. Damn that male and his genes which made him tower over the Xayne. Xayne was not what you'd call short, he was average, a little taller at most but he looked like a midget whenever he was around Erik.
Walking down the familiar street he passed by stores that were already closed, it was just after dusk on a friday night afterall. Wrapping his coat tighter as the wind blew, Xayne cursed his bad luck on weather. Autumn brought with it a chilly wind, despite the fact that they had actually been getting good weather over in Scotland. Stepping into the familiar establishment of the Leaky Cauldron, Xayne shrugged out of his jacket as he held it over his shoulder with a hooked finger, taking to the bar. "One fire whiskey please barkeep," Xayne ordered as he took a seat on the stool.
All he had to do was now wait for Erik to turn up.
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Post by ERIK DAVENPORT on Apr 16, 2012 9:58:28 GMT -5
Erik left the Muggle taxi with a grunt of thanks, nearly smacking his head as he got out. He disliked taking muggle cars, since not every one of them could fit his tall frame. He was going to the Leaky Cauldron to meet up with a school friend, one who he hadn't seen in a long time. He was off work for a few days; the Ministry had been quiet and since there was still a big overflow of Aurors, Erik had asked to be let off early. So, he was. Besides, he needed a mental break from the case he had.
Erik hunkered against the chilly wind sweeping through and headed for the Cauldron, a pub he remembered clearly. 'Just water today, champ.' Erik thought to himself. He had recently seen Ellie, and even though he had his fourteen month chip (which he hid from everyone) he knew that a relaspe could happen very easily. Stepping into the pub, he nodded his head at the bartender before his honey brown eyes settled on the back of his best friend. Smirking, he walked over and sat heavily in the seat next to him.
"A water for me, please." Came Erik's order, before he cast his eyes at his friend. "Hey, Xayne." He said, smirking. He and Xayne were close friends from school and the taller male looked up (down?) at Xayne like he would an older brother. An older, shorter brother. "What's going on?" He asked, as the bartender handed him his water.
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Post by XAYNE LYALL PORTER on Apr 17, 2012 7:47:27 GMT -5
As the bartender poured his drink Xayne let his eyes roam about the place, giving a girl two seats down a wink as she sat with a male who was obviously her boyfriend. The man shot him a dirty look to which Xayne merely replied with a smirk. If his girlfriend was eying another man it only meant that he wasn't good enough for the pretty blonde who was still sending flirty glances his way despite her boyfriends annoyance at the actions. It amused Xayne, and so as he downed his shot glass he wondered when Erik would arrive.
As if by pure coincidence, just as Xayne thought that his best friend took the stool beside him, the sheer height of the male alerting the older male to who it was. "Hey Erik mate, how you been?" he asked with a grin. He took a moment to shift slightly so he was facing the male beside him as he continued, "nothing too much happening really, just the usual." He nonchalantly shrugged, it was the usual stuff, work, students, marking. Blah, boring.
Xayne leant on his elbow, resting his head in his hand as he asked, "what about you? How's work? Finally get yourself a girl?"
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Post by ERIK DAVENPORT on Apr 19, 2012 8:51:20 GMT -5
"I've been better," Erik replied honestly. Xayne had to be one of the few people Erik felt comfortable with telling anything, especially with his alcoholism. They had been best friends in school and that had helped slightly socially awkward Erik get out of his shell, but since going off onto different career paths after graduation, and both losing touch with one another for a few weeks - or months - at a time, Erik knew that some things were better left unsaid.
He drank his water and then looked back at his friend, sighing slightly, smirking. "The usual, hmm? How are the kids? Are they still as short as they were when you first started?" Erik teased. Some of the kids Xayne had taught in first year might be in his later years classes, and could be taller by now. He chuckled slightly and drank some more water. 'At this rate you'll need a second glass. Steady,' Erik reminded himself. That was how he drank his beer; fast without thinking.
He cast his brown eyes over to his pal, snorted and shrugged. "Work's been killing me, more and more desk assignments over actual placements. I swear I have hand cramps that last weeks instead of hours." Since being drunk on one job, they've placed him at his desk for probation. He had roughly two months left before he could start training again for placements. "No, no girl yet." Although one St Mungo's nurse sure did have his attention...
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Post by XAYNE LYALL PORTER on Apr 19, 2012 23:25:31 GMT -5
"Hey! I was not that much of a short-ass, you've always just been unnaturally tall," Xayne replied to Erik's statement, grinning as he added, "sasquatch." It was good to sit and talk with Erik again, they had lost touch, both too busy with their seperate careers but it was a nice reminder to Xayne about how much Erik meant to him. Erik was a good mate, and they could muck around and joke, people actually questioned if they were siblings and that actually made Xayne happy to hear.
Noting that Erik was only drinking water Xayne felt like smacking his head into the bartop. You totally nitwit, Erik is an alcoholic and you're drinking firewhiskey in front of him, Xayne mentally scolded himself, feeling guilt wash over him. He knew how hard it was for his friend, he was just sitting there and possibly making it even worse. Why did he have to be so forgetful about things that were of importance? Xayne felt like a total douche.
"Ah, so you know how we professors feel now having to constantly mark work," Xayne replied with a grin when Erik spoke about hand cramps. It was a normal thing for the hazel eyed male, he was used to it by now. "And no girl? Damn, was hoping to get to tease you about her, give her some blackmail material on you," Xayne joked. It was a suprise though, he had thought that Erik would have been the type to have a girlfriend, maybe even a wife. Not that he could talk though, Xayne hadn't had a proper girlfriend since Hogwarts, instead just settling on casual flings here and there.
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Post by ERIK DAVENPORT on Apr 21, 2012 9:48:46 GMT -5
"Unnatually tall? You're just really short," Erik shot back with a laugh. "But really, how are the kids? Are any of them as smart as we were back in the day?" Erik asked as he took another drink of his water, being careful to drink it slowly. He had never been much of a water drinker even as a child; he drank pop or juice or 'flavored water', never normal, plain ol' water, so this was definately something he would have to get used to.
But one thing he had grown accustomed to, was the firewhiskey Xayne had. Erik cast his eyes over to it, before looking back at his water, slightly longing for the burn that came with it. Alcohol had never been something Erik was proud to love, but when it came to impressing his Ministry friends or girls who liked to drink. Erik drained the last of his water before nodding at the bartender for another one. He wasn't going to slip up, not now. Almost fourteen months clean, Erik Davenport wasn't going to screw it up now.
Erik made a face at Xayne, trying to stifle the grin that wanted to come onto his lips. "Shut up, man. You know why I had the desk work," Erik laughed, trying to bring his mood back up. At the mention of giving a possible girlfriend 'blackmail material', Erik gasped, and smacked Xayne's shoulder. "Dude you're such a jerk," He said playfully as he laughed again. Erik did like his nurse though, Ellie Knight. She was certainly pretty. Although, since his visit with her, would they work out? Both worked incredibly long hours, Ellie's often random with odd cases coming in, same with Erik.
"What about you? Do you got a girlfriend I can give blackmail material to?" Erik then asked, smirking.
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Post by XAYNE LYALL PORTER on Apr 23, 2012 8:41:58 GMT -5
"Dude, I'm not that much of a short ass," Xayne said grudgingly, "compared to other guys I'm a little taller than average, but next to you everyone looks like friggen dwarves." The Hogwarts Professor chucked in bemusement at the thought of dwarves, of how he recalled the small stout creatures which would, every valentine without fail go about singing aloud cards to students from their partners or secret admirers. It still amused him to this day to watch ickle firsties blush bright red as they were sung a card from their innocent 'I like you...like, like like you,' crushes.
"The Ravens are all a bright bunch as per usual," Xayne said in reply, "but the others are all normal, a few high achievers here and there but overall I'll be telling them all to get their butts into gear for O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S testing." He shrugged, adding, "although DADA is a class anyone can ace, it's pretty simple. I mean, look at us, we both graduated with O's for DADA, I think more than half the cohort did."
"And you're such a bitch," Xayne said in reply to being called a jerk. It had been something that had been going on for years, a joking banter between the two which always ended with one or the other being called names. It was all in good fun though. As Xayne finished his drink he ordered himself a glass of coke, just so that he wouldn't have to constantly worry about whether Erik was having a hard time with him drinking in front of him.
"Me, girlfriend? Erik, do you even know me?" Xayne said with a sly grin etched across his chisled features, his hands clenched around the glass which the bartender had handed him.
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