Spring Fever {Marc&Tory}

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

There was something that Victoire didn't know. Something she would know in a few months time most likely, but, she suspected there was more going on in her sister's life than she knew about. This feeling was starting to eat her. One day, she was just going to plain and simple corner her sister and force her to tell her everything. At least know the whole family knew she was engages and all.

Dominique's engagement didn't seem to fit Dominique at all. At least Dominique was having a better time with relationship than Victoire was. The last nerve had been cut, and she could no longer carry her fragile relationship with Ted Lupin anymore. Out of the several times they had "broken up" this time it was for real. Victoire had at first doubted her ability to move on but, after covering herself in work, and finally going out a weekend or two ago...it didn't seem quite so hard.

Victoire, as of late, had started going for drinks every now and again. Even when she had gone in the past, she never actually drank alcohol because she hated the stuff, and would very much like to remember her evenings. Tory and pushed aside her strong dislike to the drink and had consumed a fair amount since then. She felt she needed to just...take the edge of. She needed to get herself past getting no sleep because of nightmares, her final break up, and her sister's seemingly sudden engagement. Really, it just blew her out of the water that Dom was engaged.

Today, Tory took the afternoon to herself. She did a little shopping but, never actually bought anything. By the end of the afternoon, Victoire found herself wandering in the Three Broomsticks. She had a lot of happy memories here. With a small chance of possibly running into her sister, even that that chance was zero, Tory used it as an excuse to go inside and get a drink.

She chose to sit at the end of the long bar, away from everyone. The bartender, whom had noticed her when she first walked in, quickly went over to help the pretty lady. Victoire played nice, pretending she felt perfectly happy, and ordered herself a short glass of red currant rum. She found she liked the taste of that over anything else. Victoire curiously glanced around. No students were around today, though it was a week day to begin with. A small sigh escaped her lips and she gave a quick thanks as her drink appeared before her.

Victoire sat, taking a few sips. Alcohol always gave her a small burst of confidence, although she always had been that way. There were several young men, around her age, sitting around with each other. Tory smiled briefly with herself and thought to loosen up and have a little fun. She wasn't expecting to find anyone worth while here of all places. Strange things do happen, however. So, without further ado, Victoire let her small veela side out. Yes, she hated it and she hated using it but, might as well. How could you not flaunt what you've been given?

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[marcflint]

Marc was annoyed. When he reached the weekend after a week of drinking, he couldn't stay in the office to drink. For weekdays he could but for weekends he couldn't. He had to get out, yet he couldn't go back home, where his girlfriend and his kid who wasn't even born had died. Once a fairly happy, cheerful house Marc didn't mind coming home to was now a murder scene, sickening and desolate. It would make Marc suicidal just looking at it, he knew, and no one would be there to stop him. No one, it was what pained him. So off to the Three Broomsticks it was.
When he arrived there, it was straight to the bar and, "Firewhiskey please, biggest and strongest you've got."
The bartender raised thier eyes to Marc, but said nothing, soon placing the drink he'd requested in front of him. It was devoured quickly, and as soon as the last drop was drained, he requested another, exactly the same. Marc quickly glanced around, swallowing his surroundings faster than the drink. But, something, someone, caught his eyes first. Marc nodded to the girl who was sitting on his left. A very attractive girl. He felt no need to introduce himself, nothing would happen unless she came to him first. Though, he wanted to go over there, she was just so damn pretty.

[Victoire Gabrielle Weasley]

Victoire sat, timidly sipping her red currant rum. Indeed her small veela charms had a certain affect about the room. She was getting all the stares. Ugh, some of them looked like real creepers. Letting out a light sigh, Victoire just ignored them. She didn't want to approach anyone just yet. No one around looked worthy of her undivided attentions.

A breeze of warm spring air blew in as the door opened and then closed. Tory heard footsteps approach the bar, and someone sat down just a little to her right. She turned her head slightly to see who the new comer was. HE happened to be glancing at her as well, and gave her a nod. Tory gave him a pretty little smile and returned her attentions to her drink for a few moments. Victoire's close observations of the rather attractive man next to her picked up that he was drinking rather fast. Maybe a drunken romp in the sheets was what she needed. No, she wanted more than that. She wasn't one to put out like that randomly. Tory knew she wanted more but, the only way she was going to get it, is if she just looked for it and went after it herself.

She took a few small, rapid sips of her drink, as if that would be some sort of confidence builder. Taking a deep breath, Tory slide herself over the stool that had separated them. Sliding her drink down with her. Victoire had once been a lively, outgoing girl. She was hoping that this attempt of whatever, would help her find her old self under all the misery. "Hi," Tory said to the man, brightly and with a bright smile. Victoire forced herself to look at him, and not her glass. "Mind if I join you? You look like you could use some company," she added, in a hopeful tone.

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