And you are?

Lucifer took the short route to the Leaky from his apartment. He wanted to be out, but he also didn't want to be walking all day. He had just went to one of his first Death Eater raids. He had been out of it for the whole week.

After deciding that his bed is not the place to be he decided to go to the Leaky and have a Butterbeer. He almost turned back knowing he didn't look so well. He looked all out of sorts, but it didn't matter so much to him.

His walk was definitely shorter than expected when he landed at the front door and pulled it open. He walked straight to the counter and waved over a bartender.

"Can I get a butterbeer? " Lucifer asked.

He pulled out some galleons for the man and handed them over. Once he was handed a bottle he walked over to a booth. He stood in front of it a while, contemplating on whether sitting there was a good idea or not.

He looked around and didn't notice anybody he knew. Lucifer didn't know the point of sitting at a booth with no one there. He decided he didn't care. So, he sat down at the booth and started drinking away.

Darien still lived in The Leaky Cauldron. He of course had enough money, to buy himself an apartment or house, but he didn't want to. Not yet. It was comfortable to live in the Leaky and he was used to it.
Darien had been out for hours and now he returned. He went to his room for about ten minutes, and after that he was downstairs again and ordered himself a firewhiskey, though he had no intention to get drunk. He was just cold and he wanted to warm up. Darien took the bottle and looked around, to find a place to sit, because he didn't want to sit at the bar right now. He spotted a man sitting all alone at a booth and decided to go there.
"Hey, mind if I join?" Darien really didn't wait for his answer, but sat already and turned his gaze on the man. "Are you alright? You look awful." Darien found him attractive, but he just... looked sad and weird. Not at all happy, like Dar was. Though people shouldn't hide their real feelings behind happiness, like Darien did.

Lucifer was sipping at his butterbeer when someone approached his booth and sat down. He decided not to look up at the person.

"Hey, mind if I join?" Said a man's voice. Lucifer decided to ignore the question, since the guy was already sitting in front of him.

Lucifer picked his head up at the same time the guy said, " Are you alright? You look awful." Lucifer was stunned for a moment. He hadn't been thinking about anyone lately and this man was, well, he was very handsome. He let out a sigh.

"I'm fine. Just, stuff. Why'd you sit here?" He coughed, his throat getting a bit dry. "It's not like I look nice." He slumped against the booth's seat. He took another sip of his drink and looked expectantly at the man in front of him.

Darien smiled slightly, when heard his answers. "You look nice. I mean, if you just wouldn't be so sad and tired... you should sleep, really." Darien laughed a bit and sipped his drink. Aah, warmth... Darien loved warm things. Warmth was always good. Not cold.
"So, what's the matter? Can I help you or anything?" He really was worried. And as a Ravenclaw, he was friendly and helpful. That's just in him, he couldn't do anything about it, that when he saw someone, who looked like they need some help, he just had to ask and do something, to cheer them up.

This guy was asking so many questions. Lucifer wanted to get out of his apartment to clear his head, and he's stuck with having to answer questions.

"Um, thanks. You look nice, too. I guess?" Lucifer said smiling at the guy. His smile faltered for a second.

"Wait, I look sad?" He growled. "Sad? No. I'm not sad. That's ridiculous. Why would you even-" He grabbed a tight hold on his butterbeer. He frowned and took a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. I just.." He didn't want to scare off this guy he just met. And the guy was asking to help! They didn't even know each other.

He raised an eyebrow. "I don't even know you. What's your name?"

Aww. He was so adorable, when he did that. Got angry, that is. Yes, Darien for now thought, that when someone got angry, that was adorable. He was one weird human being.

"Yes, you do look sad." Darien smiled slightly, when he gazed him curiously. "And I wonder, why." He just couldn't help but ask. He needed to help. Yea, he could have sat somewhere else, with someone, who was alone, but happy, but he was on the hook, when he saw this man here, looking all sad and alone. That was... that was sad!

"I'm sorry, that's rude that I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Darien. And you are..?" Darien always loved new people. He loved meeting people and getting to know them.

Lucifer smiled. This guy was a lot different than he was. He was constantly grumpy, moody, and angry. He can't remember a time when he was, well, happy. He was sort of happy when he met Jack. But he had made a truce not to think about her anymore. Lucifer didn't think it would be a good idea to actually tell this guy that he'd just been to a raid a couple days back and has been moody ever since.

"I uh, can't really say. Just bad days, you know?" Lucifer said. He'd decided to keep it discreet. Then the guy had introduced himself as Darien.

Lucifer grinned. "That's a really nice name. I'm Lucifer. Yeah,Iike Satan, I know. If it bothers you.. Uh, you can always call me James."

"Oh, bad days, I see..." Darien smiled. "Yeah, I won't force you into talking." Dar took a sip from his drink, feeling, how the warmth once again filled his body. That was so good!

But Darien actually didn't mind, that he was grumpy. Because his Master was serious most of the time. And Darien would have been serious, if he just... would show his real feelings. But he wanted t be happy, he wanted to get over his Master and that was the only way. To pretend.

"Oh, no, Lucifer is fine, I like your name," Darien said, smiling again. "It's kinda rare and makes you special, you should be happy about that at least." Dar sipped again his drink, thinking, that he should order something else soon, or he'll be drunk soon.

"So, what brings you here? You live in London?"

Lucifer almost choked when Darien called him special. He always feels a bit too old to be feeling like a stupid teenager around people he thinks are attractive. He tries to calm himself, and responds.

"Uh, huh. Thanks. Yeah. Uh." He bit his lip and fidgeted in his seat. "So, what brings you here? You live in London?" Darien asked. Lucifer stared dumbly at Darien for a couple seconds.

Wow, he's actually interested in me? Lucifer thought to himself.

"Uh, yeah. I live in, uh, Knockturn. Not far.. Uh, yeah. I needed to get out of my apartment for a while. Just hang out somewhere. Uh, yeah." He bit his lip again grabbed his bottle and took some gulps and set it back down staring at the table. He felt nervous. He didn't even know why.

Darien laughed quietly, when Lucifer answered so nervously and was all weird there. Well, there are people, who are used to somewhat flirting, and there are some, that are not used. Darien was all flirty most of the time.

"Yeah, I know Knockturn," Darien said. Though he was one of these nerdy Ravenclaws, who didn't do anything bad. He liked all light and bright and cute. Not dark. But he was interested in Lucifer's darkness. It was... well, Darien really was into it already. "But you look so sleepy, was it really a good idea to come out? Maybe you should get some sleep?" Darien couldn't help but be worried about him. And poor Lucifer was so nervous. Sleepy, and sad, and nervous, and Darien kind of liked torturing him that way.