Out at last

Shacklebolt didn't quite look the same. He had lost weight, shaved his beard, put on sunglasses and used some tricky spells to alter his experience. It was amazing how different you could look with slightly larger nose and ears, a smaller chin and different eyebrows and eyecolor. He now looked completely different as he headed over to the Threebroomsticks and ordered a butterbeer. Not fond of alcohol, he usually avoided most alcoholic beverages most of the time. With his mug, he headed over to an empty table.

The thing what Miseria missed right now was just a little bottle of butterbeer. And it was also a new school year so why not to celebrate it? Though, she was alone, it didn't quite matter. She wasn't looking for a company anyways. Besides, who would even join a sixth year student? No one.
She entered the Three broomsticks, and ordered herself one butterbeer. The place was almost empty. No other students. All of them were so excited by getting to know the new students. They ones who are from Beauxbottoms and Durmstang. But Miseria, lone one as always, didn't actually give a damn if they were here or no. Not that she didn't want to make herself some new friends. Yes, she did, but she didn't know how to start a little talk with them.
She payed for her butterbeer, and then walked over to one empty table where she sat down. Allowing herself to look around, she was actually surprised when she saw an old man sitting there. Something about him was familiar, though, she couldn't put a finger on it. Maybe she saw him somewhere in London? Probably.

OT: Sorry for the pointless reply. I had no ideas what to write, o_O

Kingsley looked up as he saw a young girl look at him. Or sensed actually, Kingsley could somehow always tell if someone was looking at him. This girl he recognized though, which was good, he would have to show himself to anyone trustworthy, so they would know that he was back. "Hello Miseria," Shacklebolt said, not bothering to introduce himself. He spoke in a low voice, so to not be heard by others in the Three Broomsticks. It would seem quite weird for an old man to be talking to a hogwarts student right? "What are you doing here?" he asked poinlessly, then.. "Sit down!"

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She scowled, and looked at the old man, who was talking to her. In fact, he even knew her name which was weird, however, his voice did sound familiar. Then she raised her eyebrows when she heard his question and as well an order. Sighing quietly, she stood up from her place, and walked over to him, and sat down just towards him. “You know, there are only few things what you can do in the Three Broomsticks,“ she pointed out, opening her bottle. Then she smiled, looking back at the old man. He knew her, which was strange, though, she did sence no threat in him. “However, I, myself, came here to drink some butterbeer and celebrate the new schoolyear alone,“ she replied, looking down at the bottle. “Although, I would like to know Your name, sir, since you know me somehow.“
For a moment, she thought about Khaat. Maybe he was one friend of her's? She was the healer, and she was in the Order, though, the place didn't excist anymore. And she had a lot of allies or something like that. Perhaps she even mentioned her, though, she wasn't actually the one who was noticable.

"Why alone? Everything you enjoy is more enjoyable with company," Shacklebolt replied philosophically. That was not really true but sounded impressive. He had seen her raise her eyebrows at him ordering her, well it was an old habit form being a teacher. "Not so fast young lady. You have to guess my name, I am sure you know it. Come on, its easy. I know adoscelent minds are not fully developed, but even they can manage SOME critical thinking, yes? "

Miseria sighed quietly. Company. Indeed, why not celebrate a new school year with some friends? “It's true, but don't you find that when you are with the company, it is hard to reach the silence when You need it the most?“ she pointed out. Yes, she didn't like loud crouds nor did she like to be around in the place where people were talking all the time. When he said 'Not so fast' she scowled. Why was it nessesary to hide his own name? Or was he afraid of something. Later, when he gave her a hint, she lost the scowl, and looked at him with a little impression. He was a professor. No doupt of that. His voice and words were wise. But then again, she could't recognize it, though he was someone from her past. Someone who she knew. “I don't want to make stupid guesses. Any more hints?“ she asked, taking a sip of her butterbeer.

OOC: Sorry, but it would be just too... IDK, boring if she would guess it correctly right away.