Whistle while you work

[TAMMY SILISIA DE'ATH]

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The small, amused smile Nalean gave her was responded to with her own sheepish, slightly abashed smile. Nalean was right. This whole thing was definitely not going to work. She shrugged helplessly then let out a small, warm laugh. This certainly was going to an interesting way of communication. Even owl post would not be a good idea. Tammy resisted the urge to sigh and allow her feelings to break through the mask the Regime put on everybody. Her frown deepened as the malice in the man’s eyes grew. Strange how the smallest flicker or change in emotion thundered around Tammy’s ears. She silently withdrew into her own thoughts, her muscles tensing, ready to either fight or flee. Sometimes running was the better option. It seemed strange that thought, but sometimes running from a fight was more honourable than getting into a brawl for no good reason.

The polite shift the man made was not good enough to fool Tammy. She stared ahead of her, and took a sip of her drink, allowing the sensation to bring her into reality. As the man spoke again, Tammy felt her annoyance grow. She was right in her assumptions she supposed. It did mean that the man not only lacked a sense of humour, he also lacked certain humanity. She turned her head and smiled at him condescendingly. Her eyes grew humourless, but she did not say anything. One of her life lessons was that the lower echelons of society did not deserve a reaction. The man reminded her of her brother and that was never a good thing to remind Tammy of him. Feeling slightly sick, she took another sip of her drink, trying to restore normality to the situation.

“Don’t worry kind sir, he wasn’t going to cause any trouble,” Tammy turned and lay a gentle hand on Caleb’s arm. That was what Regime people did right? All happy and warm and touchy. Yes, that sounded about right. Although it was all an act. Tammy knew Caleb well, and he was far from the Regime’s pet. The gesture truly was just a way of her recognising his presence without actually greeting him as though she knew him. She could bet that Nalean herself struggled to contain her joy at having her brother here.

Caleb’s recognition of the barman came as a small shock for Tammy. She had heard the name somewhere. Abdon... ah yes, a member of the rebellion! She smiled, slightly confused at the interchange of words. She let her mind wonder as Caleb greeted his old... friend? She noted him sit next to her and ask for a drink, but her mind was kept occupied by the darker looking man. She did not trust him to stay rational.

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[NALEAN KAILYN SILVERSTAR]

Nalean laughed silently to herself, it seemed that Tammy agreed that their conversation was going nowhere. The whole situation was rediculous, owl post was useless as it was intercepted. The floo network was under suvellence. An idea suddenly popped in her head, what about portkeys? Or was the regime monitoring those as well? She would have to ask Caleb about that sometime, he should know being an auror and all. She saw Tammy's frown deepen when the malice in the man's eyes grew, she placed her hand on Tammy's arm and gave her a look that simply said 'Don't do anything stupid please'. She had no idea what was going through Tammy's mind, so for all she knew Tammy was planning to hex the man and worry about the consequences later.

Nalean pursed her lips slightly at the man's shift towards being polite, she didn't trust this man at all. She felt a surge of irritation at his words, she bit back a retort, telling herself it wouldn't be worth it to get in a battle of words with him. He wasn't worth the effort. A small frown appeared on her face when the man ignored her brother, Cal hated being ignored. "He's not going to like that" she murmured softly to Tammy. Even if anyone else heard what she said, they wouldn't find her words suspiscious. It was a well known fact that majority of the members of the regime hated being ignored.

She smiled slightly at what the barman called her brother, then again she supposed that was what Cal was, a lawman of sorts. She was taken by surprised when Cal suddenly recognised the barman. Abdon, where had she seen that surname before? Wasn't he a member of the rebellion? She looked at Tammy with a look that said 'Isn't he one of us?' She laughed silently to herself wondering if Tammy could even read her facial expressions.

She had to force herself not to laugh at Cal's words to the dark-haired man on his other side. Typical Caleb, forcing some one to not ignore him. She glanced at the man waiting to see how he would respond to her brother's question.

[NOIR LE'ROSE RAITHWALL]

Nior's temper was running very short for at this moment in time he grew the urge to kill the barman who utterly ignored Nior even when asked in a "nice" manner, He knew it he stayed within the same room as this woman and this barman Nior within his own mind knew that he would not be able to maintain himself when his temper explodes. Nior emitted a small sigh from his mouth, and as he did he reached for and grapsed the glass of cold water with his right hand latching onto it, he lifts the glass to his mouth as he began to slowly sip upon the water. Nior just about drunk about a quarter of the water out of the glass just before he sat it back down on the bars surface.

His eyes were still closed when he drank this refreshing beverage, he slowly began to move his left arm down from the bars surface moving it towards a pouch that was located at the left side of his waist which is the same area where is wand is but the large cloak that he was drapped in covered his waist area most of the time. The smooth movment he made to his hip seemed as if he was reaching for a gun, wand or some type of instrument. But once his left hand came back from under his cloak near his left hip a small golden flask gleaming with golden beauty. The top of the flask was already open due to Nior previously drinking from it just before he came to this bar. On both sides of the glass ingraved on the flask said "Gold Le'rose" which was the name of the liquid.

Nior began to lean the flask over at an angle as the liquid substance within it began to pour out into the glass of water. This liquid itself was also a gleaming gold and once the liquid made contact with the water the water took the color sceme of the golden liquid. This liquid was a potion that Nior had invented one year upon fleeing from hogwarts. This potion when drank by itself acts as a energy drink to wizards increasing their magic power, stamina, and arenaline glands but when combined with H20 it simply doubles the effects, but the downfall to this potion is like anyother energy drink, extreme exhaustion, temporary decrease in magic abilities and a need for water.

He began to grasp the glass into his right hand once again slightly shaking it around in a circular motion letting the Golden Le'rose completely settle in with the water. He then drunk another quater of water out of the glass as he began to feel stronger by the seconds, He opened his eyes yet again only to find that the potion causes the pupils to become that of a golden color letting him and others know the effects of this potion is in full effect.

He sat the glass down upon the bars surface as he began to say "This drink never ceases to amaze me" Once the words left his mouth he simply began to grow relaxed, and at ease once again.

[MARGARET CAMELIA BAITS]

but all good things have got to start out somewhere

Mags had to take a double take as she stumbled into the Hog’s Head, wrapped up in her stripy woollen hat, matching scarf and her black duffle coat. It was crowded today, more so than usual. And Margaret had thought that she could count on the dodgy pub for some peace and quiet (admittedly, an uncomfortable silence, but nonetheless, silence). It was reliable, in that sense, but today she had been disappointed. Sighing, she shuffled towards the bar, pulling off her scarf as she went. Her brown hair was windswept, and slightly damp, thanks to the typical winter weather. It was drizzly outside, and a wave of relative warmth hit her as she took her first few paces towards the group of people standing at the bar. Silently, she hoped to herself that these people were only in here for a quick drink.

Usually, she wasn’t so anti-social. In fact, she was hardly ever as opposed to company as this. But, today had been stressfully busy and jam packed, and she had so wanted to sit down, have a drink, and just relax. It was starting to look like that wouldn’t be possible, as she got nearer the crowd, standing around the bar. There was the hint of a tense quality about the room, like somebody had just said something awkward. Maggie winced, her muddy brown eyes crinkling at the corners, and her lips pulling back over her teeth slightly. Fabulous – crowded and tense. The 26 year old was tempted to turn around and just go back to her small flat, but instead, she kept going, forcing herself to negotiate her way around the small cluster of people and sit down at the bar. She massaged her temples for a moment, trying to push away all the stress of the day.

Pulling her oversized bag from her shoulder, she pushed jewellery and make-up out the way, looking for her small, purple leather purse. She couldn’t help but feel that she was slightly out of place – there were the regulars, of course, which usually included her, but not today, and then the group next to her (which she hadn’t really looked at, because if she had, she would have recognised someone, for sure). Then her, in her black duffel coat and hat, all necklaces and earrings and accessories. Most of the customers in this pub were rambling older men or old women. Not usually a hot spot for the younger generations. But, there weren’t many places to go these days – the Regime had been making quite sure of that; nobody had any spare time to go anywhere, so of course, bars and clubs shut down with the lack of business. In trying to get everyone to work, they really were putting alot of people out of work. Margaret shook her head, her sweeping fringe falling over her eyes and blocking her view momentarily. She flicked it out the way irritably, and put her chin in her hands, propping her elbows up on the wooden counter.

The brunette sat quietly for a moment, thinking about what drink to have. There was the sting of guilt as she thought of her brother – she was drinking regularly, but it had become uncontrollable for him. She pushed thid thought away reluctantly. She was almost ashamed to be drinking, to be whining. But the shame didn’t stop her from deciding on some mead. She had to stop herself from choosing a fire-whiskey and burning the trials of the day, but that was probably a bit too strong for her liking, and she would pay for it tomorrow. It was hard, being sensible. It really was.

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[GRIFLET ABDON]

Griflet narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out where he knew the auror from. He certainly had a familiar face, he just couldn't place it currently. He shrugged it off, and watched the two ladies at the bar with interest. They seemed to be communicating with each other silently, or at least trying to, meaningful looks passing from one to the other. Clearly there was something happening here that Grif wasn't a part of.

As the auror looked at him with recognition in his eyes, Grif grinned widely, and reached out to shake the man's hand. "Caleb!" he said, for a moment taking real pleasure in seeing a person he had once counted as a friend. His smile, for once, lit up his entire face, including his eyes. As he reminded himself that this man would likely hand him in without a moment's hesitation if he found out he was working for the rebllion, the joy in his eyes froze into a harder expression.

"Yeah," he laughed, "Really well." Stuck in a dead end job, working for pittance. "I'll get you that butterbeer." he told his old friend, but paused, watching the strange man. He frowned, lips parting in an unspoken protest. He wasn't supposed to let people bring in their own food or drink. The pub had enough trouble bringing in a profit as it was in the current political climate. "Uhm, 'scuse me, mate..."

He was distracted from asking the man to put away his flask by another young lady entering the room. One of the rules his boss had imposed was that a customer must be greeted within two seconds of reaching the bar. "Afternoon sweetheart, be with you in two seconds." He turned, to fetch Caleb's butterbeer, and shot another wary look at the strange man. "On the house, Lawman." He winked, then tuned back to the newcomer. "What'll it be?"

[CALEB JAMES SILVERSTAR]

Anyone who knew Cal, knew that he absolutely hated being ignored- but hell, representing the ministry as he was at the moment, he couldn't allow the annoyance to flicker on his face. Cal's gaze shifted down to Tammy's hand on his arm. A small smile flickered onto his lips, as he shot a sidewards glance at Tammy. "Ah, ma'am, I sure hope you're right." Caleb replied, his voice formal, yet his eyes betrayed the slightest hint of mischeif. Cal's eyes flickered back down to her palm on his arm, and couldn't help but feel a sense of... calm rush through him. Something about Tammy's touch was... soothing. He didn't know what to make of it, but didn't dwell on it for too long either. This was Tammy- not just another girl in the Rebellion who he could use to pass his time.

His eyes flickered away from the dark haired female towards the dark man. The male was getting to him- but well, atleast he'd decided to shut his trap for the moment- as long as he wasn't causing trouble, Cal shouldn't really be thinking of techniques of attacking the guy and kicking his butt in azkaban or anything. He had bigger things on mind- like finding out details on La Panthera. Both; the rebellion and the regime required the aurors / cal, to try to find out more about La Panthera- a group that similarly to the Rebellion, stood against the Regime, but unlike the Rebellion- they decided to use violence.

The Regime had half the department on trying to figure out more about La Panthera- and all anyone'd come up with so far was their name. Cal sighed, shaking the thought away- he shouldn't be thinking about this now. He ought to have his drink, perhaps hang around for a bit, and then get going- and begin his real job for the day. "Ah, cheers mate, I'll owe ya one for the free drink." Cal laughed, taking his bottle of butterbeer from Abdon, and tilting the bottle in a form of toast in his old friends direction before a took a sip of his drink.

His eyes wandered over to the new girl who'd just entered- he didn't quite recognize her, but then again, he didn't have to. Cal was too used to knowing every face he came across when he was around the ministry, but as soon as he stepped out- he felt a bit odd when he saw faces he couldn't match to a name in his head. "Hello there ma'am." he greeted, with a slight flirtacious smile lingering on his lips. Greeting everyone who he came across was almost natural now- it's what everyone in the Regime did, although, the aurors did make an exeption when they really were working.

Caleb took another sip of his drink, and turned his head to look over at his sister and Tammy, both of whom looked generally amused. Huh, glad I amuse you two. I still need to talk to Leana about her hair... Cal resisted the urge to roll his eyes and looked over at Griflet instead. "So, how've ya been mate? When did you start workin' here?"

[TAMMY SILISIA DE'ATH]

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The slight touch on Tammy’s arm was enough to know what Nalean was implying. She sighed and nodded slightly in acknowledgement. Nalean was right; this was no time to look for trouble. She took her hand off her hand and placed both hands firmly on her butter beer, and allowed her mind to vacate slightly. Her tepid mood could easily be swung either way. Tammy nodded to Nalean’s words, well aware of Caleb’s need to be heard.
She smiled cheekily back, “I’m counting on it.”
Her voice, barely more than a whisper only carried to Nalean, but her smile was as broad as daylight for anyone who cared to look. Of course, Tammy did not really mean it. She’d prefer to avoid confrontation at all cost but a side of her was humoured by the idea.

She smiled in response to Cal’s reply, and gently removed her hand. She smirked slightly in response to his mischievous smile. She resisted the urge to flinch at the use of the word ‘ma’am.’ It made her uncomfortable, as it was far too formal. Tammy herself was not a very formal person and tended to be more relaxed than anything else. She turned her attention away from Caleb and his exuberant greetings of an old friend and returned to survey the man cautiously who was now reaching for something. Her frown hardened and once again, she took hold of her wand. To her surprise, he brought out a funny looking liquid. Immediately, she lost interest and took a sip of her own drink. His commenting on the drink annoyed her slightly, although, she could probably bet anything anyone said right now would annoy her.
“Disappointing,” she mumbled to Nalean. “He didn’t do anything.”
She smiled, winking cheekily at her friend.

Tammy glanced up as she heard someone enter again and the feeling of the ice cold weather outside, once again enclosed her. She shivered slightly, wishing she had put on more layers of clothing. At Caleb’s greeting, she feared that she was missing some crucial Regime habit. Not a person to speak much, she loathed the idea of having to greet everyone she saw. Instead, she smiled at the new entrance. However, her smile flickered as she recognised the girl.
“Hello Maggie,” she said, her voice soft, but carried easily, and a warm smile of recognition played on her lips. Maggie was also in the Rebellion and a previous year mate, different house though. This certainly was an interesting encounter. At least with the multiplying group of people, especially with a Regime auror, Tammy felt so much safer. She never thought a Regime auror would make her feel safe. It certainly was strange times.

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[NALEAN KAILYN SILVERSTAR]

Nalean smiled at Tammy, "So am I". She really was counting on Cal to act like he usually did when he was ignored. She didn't actually want a confrontation to happen, but she did at the same time want that man to be put in his place. She hated people like him, that was one of the many reasons why she had never gotten along with her oldest brother Luc and her father. They both were full of themselves, sure they were able to hide that part of themselves from the regime but they didn't fool Nalean.

She smiled silently to herself at the interaction between Tammy and Cal, if she didn't know better she would probably believe that they didn't know each other. Although she was sure that calling Tammy 'ma'am was a bit too formal. Tammy wasn't that old that random strangers would call her 'ma'am. She frowned when that dark stranger brought out a funny looking liquid. The liquid reminded her of liquid luck, but at the same time she was sure liquid luck wasn't added to water. She simply shrugged then, the liquid really wasn't that interesting. She smiled at Tammy's words. "Psh I know, guess he's going soft then" she mumbled back to Tammy.

She turned around when she heard the door open and a cold gust of wind blew in. She heard Cal greet the woman, typical regime habit. She smiled at the woman and nodded, hopefully that was a satisfactory greeting according the insane regime laws. They really were overdoing things with the whole be happy and friendly twentyfour seven or else thing. She groaned inwardly when Tammy greeted Maggie, she felt slightly stupid now. She had met her before as both were members of the rebellion. "Hi Maggie" she said softly smiling at Maggie. She wasn't sure if Maggie would recognise her with the brunette wig.

[NOIR LE'ROSE RAITHWALL]

Taking his leave

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Nior now only having a little less than half a glass of water left he began to once again grasp the glass slowly bringing it up to his mouth as he began to drink and finish of the remaining liquid that was within the glass, he suddenly with the flask in his hand began to move it back down to his side moving his hand underneath his cloak concealing his flask into his hip pouch. He move his had back up to the surface of the bars counter but this time his hand was empty. His gleaming golden eyes fixed their attention upon the barman for Nior had noticed that words began to escape his moth but ht seemed to have been easily distracted by the new presence that had just entered the area.

Nior really did not want to nor did he give any attention to the newcomer of this bar. He only knew that someone actually stepped in due to the light and the winds passing and traversing throughout the bar. Now finished with his drink and his thirst finally quenched Nior knew that he had certain businesses to attend to within La Panthere. With both hands he simply grabs both sides beginning to pull his hood counter part over and above his head once again concealing his facial appearance. His face was now hidden due to the shadow that his hood produce around his face. He placed his hands on the counter pushing off and starting to arise from the seat in which he had been sitting on. He flicked the lower part of his cloak casing it to come back over his shoulders now covering his entire torso and down to the floor.

Nior began to walk silenced, saying nothing for he didnt need to say anything to anyone at this moment for in his mind he thought they were not worthy enough to be spoken to. Step by step he began to stride to the door ready to take his leave. He pushed open the door several inches before he slightly turns his head as words began to softly and quietly escape from his mouth "La Panthere, always remember that name" immediately as Nior said these words he slightly swiftly walked out of the door, walking into the crowd seeming as if he was never there. And of course the next destination that Nior had in mind was his hideout within france.

[MARGARET CAMELIA BAITS]

but all good things have got to start out somewhere

Maggie’s eyes fluttered in a succession of blinks, her mascara-covered lashes clasping together and separating again as 4 people greeted her. She smiled rather wearily at the barman as he promised he would be with her soon. Maggie, pathetically, hoped that soon meant in the next 5 seconds, because she was longing for some kind of escape. Luckily for her, it did, and the young man came back to get her request. “Some mead, please,” she said quickly, almost stumbling over the words in her haste to get them out. She pushed back her hair, tucking it behind her ears, and smiling sheepishly. She must have sounded pretty desperate. Ah well – it didn’t really matter, anyway. When there was a Regime trying to steal your individuality, everyone was probably desperate for a drink – she really had never seen the Hog so busy. Pushing her fringe out of the way again, her dark brown eyes flitted around the room, taking in the dark, but still, strangely comforting appearance of the bar. It was nice to be sat at the bar again, like she was most weeks.

Maggie turned her head, looking to a man on her left, who was smiling at her. She smiled back hesitantly, blinking stupidly, trying to work out if she’d seen him before. Probably, but she couldn’t remember for now. “Hi,” she said in her light voice, tinged with a Suffolk accent, the smile now slightly confused. Nobody was usually that friendly if they didn’t know you – he must be Regime. She nodded politely, and then turned her gaze to the dark haired woman who had just spoken her name. She took a second to recognise Tammy, the head of the rebellion, due to the fact that she was tired and unusually slow today, but when she did, a soft smile spread across her face. “Hi Tanya,” Maggie murmured. Although she was feeling forgetful, she remembered to use the alternative name. Important things like that stuck in your head.

She shifted again, to look at a brunette who had nodded at her, narrowing her eyes as she spoke. Despite the drastic hair colour change, she recognised the voice and the face, and smiled again. God, her cheeks were going to be aching by the end of today. “Hello Nalean,” she said quietly, but in a bright tone, taking in her appearance minus the blonde hair. Pulling off her hat, she kept smiling, if just to please everyone else, and started to unbutton her jacket. Seeing someone move, she looked at the man who had gotten up to leave, staring thoughtfully as he walked towards the door. She was just about to turn away, but the man had turned his head again, and said something. To be perfectly honest, she couldn’t hear him, but that suited her fine. What didn’t suit her was the fact that 2 seconds after she had taken her warm, thick, duffel coat off, he had decided to open the door. God, she was in a bad mood today. ”Strange,” she muttered softly, as he left the bar.

She turned back to the bar, opening up her purse and retrieving a few coins from the mess of receipts and random bits and bobs to pay with, then turning her head back towards Tammy and Nalean to look at them. ”How are you two?” Well. It seemed like an appropriate question for small talk.

[GRIFLET ABDON]

Griflet smiled, in response to the young lady's order, and picked up another of his beautifully cleaned glasses. "Coming right up." he told her, silently hoping that she would be the last customer in through the doors for a while. He was used to haing most of his days by himself. As he set the drink down infront of her, he grinned at Silverstar. "Few sickles out of my wages is not bother for an old mate. Especially an old mate who's now a lawman. Forget it."

He watched as the strange man got up and left, confusion written all over his face. The stranger had certainly been odd. "Five sickles, Sweetheart." He leaned his forearms on the bar, addressing the girl who had been greeted as Maggie by the others as his eyes stayed glued on the retreating man's back.

His confused frown deepened at he words La Panthere. He had heard of the organisation, but had not liked the stories of their violence. Passive resistance was Grif's game. He turned his attention back to Caleb. "Been here since Hogwarts. Fancied getting out of the parental home, seeing what life had to offer." He looked around the dingy little pub and smiled dryly. "It's not been a lot so far."

His ears picked up a soft "Hi Tanya" Followed by "Hello Nalean" and he paled. How could he not have realised that the two ladies had been serving were not only part of, but at the top of the resistance? And Caleb was regime? Something else clicked in the back of his mind. Silverstar. Caleb couldn't be related to Nalean could he? Surely he would have recognised her.

Clearing his throat, he fought to find the train of thought that he'd been on before being distracted, disguising his consternation with a quick bustle around behind the bar, finding himself a butterbeer. "So what about you, lawman?" he asked, reconstructing his face into the customary smile. "How'd you get to be an auror?"

[CALEB JAMES SILVERSTAR]

Cal raised his eyebrow as the dark man got up and left. Did he murmur... La Panthera? Cal acted on reflex, ignoring all the words directed at him, although he did vaguly catch them, as he ran after the man through the door, leaving his butterbeer partially empty on the bar. Cal stepped outside the pub, his eyes searching for the dark male who'd been sitting besdies him. Shit. Shit. Shit. he cussed, as he ran forwards a bit in the crowd, his face was emotionless, and he tried his best not to bump into anyone- he couldn't deal with all the polite mumble jumble right now. He couldn't believe he'd allowed a member of La Panthera to just escape from right under his goddamn freaking nose.

A quiet growl escaped Cal as he continued to search hungrily throug hthe crowds, but the male seemed to have apperated away. Cal controlled the urge to stamp his foot or punch or cuss someone out loud. Instead, he turned on his heel and started walking back towards the pub, walking in again with a bit more of a casual and polite stance compared to the one he'd left in. He resumed his seat at the bar, and took a sip of his drink, his eyes flickering in Nalean and Tammy's direction. He looked at them for a moment, his blue eyes peircing the two ladies. "I'm sorry, turns out our guest is someone the ministry is searching for." he mused, his voice composed, despite the rage that was building up inside him.

He shifted his gaze from Tammy and Nalean, and looked over at Grif instead. He exchanged a look with his friend, sighing as he raised an eyebrow. "Sorry about that, what was it you said before I decided to storm out rather rudely?" Cal wouldn't have bothered with the politeness if it weren't for the extra company present. "I just managed to catch the words 'lawman', It seems I was slightly pre-occupied." Cal attempted a bit of a smile, but wasn't sure if he coudl've passed it off. It was only the aurors who were exempted from smiling 24x7. They did some serious jobs, and hence weren't expected to stick a smile on their face when they were trying to duel a massmurderer.

Caleb inhaled again and took another sip of his drink, his eyes flickering over towards the other brunette who was the new comer to the group. She.. didn't she great Tammy and Nalean by name? Well, she greeted Tammy by her 'second' name. Cal wasn't aware of his sister or Tammy associating with people who weren't a part of the rebellion. Not on first-name basis anyway. Perhaps she were one of the rebellion? A small frown hit Cal's lips, although as soon as he was aware of it, he switched it back into a smile. It'd be better if he said nothing- one could never be too sure.

[terwynn]

Firewhiskey was very heavy, and Terwynn didn't want to use magic for it. She was able to lift heavy weights and she was very fit for someone who was only five foot seven. Thanks to her job and her minor obsession with looking good, Terwynn didn't need to worry about loosing her strength. She carried the large barrel by the sides and used her arms and legs to bring it up from the seller. The night was going to get busy, but for now (since it was only noon) only one or two people would show up if she was lucky. Terwynn didn't care however, for most of her money was made during the evening and into the following morning. That was the benefit for living above your business.

Finally getting the barrel up, she dragged it behind the bar and then set it on top of the bar table. She sighed, sweat was already starting to show and she made sure to tie her long brown hair back into a messy bun so it wouldn't stick to her back. She was wearing a black tank top and her usual form fitting blue jeans and black boots. Her wand was in her back pocket, but lately using magic wasn't as fun as it use to be. Everything was monitored except her own home (it was one of the benefits of being friends with the enemy).

Wiping her brow, Terwynn then finished setting up for the night. She served her only customer a drink and got back to work. She counted the money in the register and cleaned the bar table and mirrors in the entire place. She fixed it up a bit ever since she got the rights to the Three Broomsticks. She remembered coming there as a student during her wild and rebellious days; sneaking out of Hogwarts and meeting guys of all ages and sizes. She smirked at the memory but then her it faded quickly. The current state of the wizarding world wasn't something to be proud of. Her revenge would soon come but for now, she worried about a spot that wouldn't come off one of her tables.

Afterward she realized she needed another barrel of mead just for the customers who enjoyed the muggle stuff. She forgot to order one since it wasn't so popular. She was usually the one to finish it whenever she was having a bad day. Looking around, she looked at her only customer and smiled. "I'll be right back mate," she said before jogging out of her bar and towards the Hogs Head. She knew she could ask Griflet on a hunch that he would have some mead. She doubted it but it was worth a shot.

Coming in, she saw a good amount of people. Terwynn always felt a pang of jealousy when she saw Griflet have more customers and she was never able to understand why. Walking over to him, Terwynn winked and smiled. "How are ya love?" she asked while making sure to swish her hips. She always liked teasing him. But she saw she had a customer and didn't want to push the envelope. "Sorry to interrupt," she continued. "I just wanted to ask if ya had something I needed."

[TAMMY SILISIA DE'ATH]

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The slight communication between Nalean and Tammy was a common happening. It was a small but important means in this world where everything was monitored. She nodded to Nalean's soft words, and grinned, knowing that Caleb would probably never hear the end of it. Strangely, the siblings were very close to each other, besides the fact that they were so different from each other. The reason Tammy found it strange was because she did not get on with any of her direct family at all because of a similar difference between them. She smiled at Maggie, who certainly seemed to be in a anti social mood. Dropping her prepared onslaught of questions, she took a sip of her butterbeer, while Maggie received her mead. She looked into the distant, somewhat disappearing into her own world. However., she could not afford to stay there too long. She did not trust her company enough to let her defenses down.

Movement caused Tammy to glance up in surprise. The man that had stirred unease within the occupants of the Hogshead got up, announcing to all, in great arrogance, to remember his clan's name. Dread swept through her. The Regime was searching for this group for awhile now, and here, what seemed to be the leader of the illusive group. Not to her surprise did Caleb run after him. Tammy herself wanted to run off after the man too, if only to make sure Cal did not take on the man himself. The name cut into her nerves slightly. They stood for everything she despised, even more than the Regime.

As he returned, she slowly got up and prepared to move. She quickly drained the last drops of her drink and smiled to her company.
"Thank you for your kind service, Abdon. I better get going," she said smiling, although her voice was slightly tight. Her eyes twinkled uneasily. Gently, she moved her chair away and stood behind Cal for a moment, gently placing her hand on the small of his back. She bent over slightly, her lips hovering close to his ear.
"Don't worry, I'll find him," she whispered softly into his ear.
She looked back to Nalean, smiling slightly.
"Will see you lot later," she said softly, then moved out of the pub. As she moved out of the pub, the bar lady of the Three Broomsticks walked in. She took one last glance at Cal, trying to tell him her intentions. She might as well try get a trail upon the man.

As she slipped out into the cool air, she slipped into her dark cat form and trotted off in the direction of the man's sent. To her surprise he didn't apparate but instead chose to go on foot, for a little while instead.

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Managed to get on to do this reply, but going to leave the thread because I do not know when I can get on again.

[NALEAN KAILYN SILVERSTAR]

Nalean frowned slightly at the man's words, so he was a member of La Panthere. That had been an extremely stupid move on his part, considering that there was an auror in the pub and as far as she knew the majority of La Panthere members were wanted criminals so by basically telling them that he was a member of La Panthere he was also inadvertedly telling Cal he was a wanted member.

She wasn't surprised by the fact that Cal ran after the man, what did surprise her was the fact that the time he took to react was slightly slower than usual. "Oh I'm fine" she said, she had almost missed Maggie's question. As Caleb walked back in she gave him a questioning look and then nodded at his explanation.

She watched him shift his gaze Tammy to her, sighing internally. It felt strange to have to act as though she didn't know him, if it had been Luc she wouldn't have struggled to act as though she didn't know him, she had always tried to ignore him if possible. She smiled at Tammy when she indicated that she was leaving, "Yeah, see you" she said softly and watched Tammy leave. As Tammy walked out the Pub, however, the bar lady from the Three Broomsticks walked in.

It seemed as though the Hog's Head had suddenly become a popular place to come to. She smiled to herself, when she had attended Hogwarts she had rarely felt the urge to come to the Hog's Head mainly because all her friends had always wanted to go to The Three Broomsticks. The Three Broomsticks was considered to be closer to most of the shops in Hogsmeade and had a better reputation among students.

She decided that since Tammy had left and Maggie was still here she might as well start a conversation with her. "So how have you been?" she asked, turning to face Maggie. Truthfully Tammy knew Maggie better than she did, mainly because Nalean had only officially joined the rebellion after she had graduated from Hogwarts, thus Tammy knew majority of the members better than Nalean. Nalean still needed to meet some members as she hadn't yet met all the members of the Rebellion.