Fancy Meeting You Here

Scorpius was frustrated. Sexually frustrated. Unsurprisingly, he'd ended up in Satan's. The blonde man was lounging at the bar with a Firewhiskey in one hand and a stick of liquorish in the other.

He'd had a long week, a very long week. The wizard was a lawyer, and a damn good one. He rarely lost a case, and he'd let get to his head a little. That week, however, he'd had three very demanding cases all having trials within five days of each other. Scorpius had spent the entire week working his arse off. He still lost one of the cases. Malfoy's hated loosing.

Lifting his glass, the man chugged the rest of his drink like it was water. Sitting it down with a clunk, Scorpius grimaced. He wasn't even slightly buzzed yet. Damn, maybe he did drink too much if he'd already built up a decent tolerance to Firewhiskey. Finishing off his candy, he let out a small sigh. Gesturing for the bartender to fetch him another, the wizard lent back to survey the bar's other patrons.

Sipping slowly at his new glass of alcohol, Scorpius's grey eyes landed upon a particularly attractive figure. He couldn't see all of her face, but she definitely looked familiar. Getting a better grip on his glass, the male gracefully rose from his seat in a way only those trained to do so could. Straightening his shoulders and lifting his head, the man suddenly gave off an air of complete and utter confidence; a complete change from his previous irritated expression. Pasting on his most charming smile, Scorpius began to approach the woman, eyes glinting wickedly.

Moving in with Avery had turned out better than Mira would have originally thought. She had never lived with a friend before, going strait from her parents to staying at Elijah's. While she had technically lived with the girls while at school, this was completely different. There wasn't any Potions class to get up for, premade breakfast to go eat, or sleeping in the same room. Now it was just the two of them, staying in an amazingly large apartment for Avery's single income. In some ways it was better and in some it was much worse.

Tonight Avery was out at the her friend Keiran's wedding and Mira had taken the opportunity to put on a dress and get out of the house. Alice was still living with Elijah but Mira had every intent to move her into Avery's with them as soon as she sorted out a proper room for her. So far that was the worst part about living with Avery was the absence of her daughter. It was more distressing than she would have imagined to be separated even for this short period and Mira was anxious to have Alice back in her arms.

Second to thoughts of Alice were thoughts of her father, the Deputy Minister. Walking the fine line between love and hate, Mira was never sure where she stood in her own thoughts concerning him. For the moment she wished the worst on him but she was well aware that by tomorrow she could be washed away by the pain of missing him.

Naturally there was only one solution to solve this problem - drink.

Mira sat at the bar in Satan's, a glass of fire-whiskey on the counter in front of her. Her jacket hung on the back of the chair, the warmth of the liquor already seeping into her bones. She absentmindedly chatted with the bartender and man seated beside her without any true investment in the conversations. She knew no one in the bar but this didn't bother her in the slightest. Mira laughed at the joke that her barmate told her, the fake sound cutting through the air like a bell.

What would Avery say?

"Well hello there pretty lady," Scorpius drawled, sliding gracefully into the stool beside the gorgeous blonde woman he'd set his sights upon. Leaning onto the bar in a casually masculine pose, the wizard took a sip of his drink and sat it down just a few inches from where his arm was resting. Content that he was now comfortable, the ex-Slytherin finally turned his head to make eye-contact with the witch next to him.

"Mira," he said jovially upon spotting the familiar face, "it has been a while, hasn't it?" The woman had been a year below him during their Hogwarts years, and had both spent their schooling sleeping in the Dungeons. Scorpius hadn't seen the female since his graduation, and couldn't help but wonder exactly what she had been up to all these years.

One thing was sure, her appearance had only improved in the years she'd been absent from his life. The two blondes had gotten along well, but never been particularly close in the years they had been acquainted. To be fair, the only schoolmate Scorpius had been all that close to was Albus. Now was certainly not the time to be thinking about him, however.

"Do allow me to buy you a refill," Scorpius stated smoothly, gesturing to the Firewhiskey sat before her. Mira's glass was more than two thirds empty, and the Malfoy was nothing if not the epitome of good manners. It certainly wasn't like he had any sort of ulterior motive in getting the woman drunk, after all.