Just A Drink (Safira)

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Demetri walked into the Three Broomsticks. The weather was the warmest it had been all month, warm enough for a light v-neck white t-shirt and jeans. He took a booth near the front door. It was his day for relaxation, so he wanted to indulge a little. He ordered a Firewhiskey. Taking a sip, he leaned back, savoring the taste, his eyes fluttering closed. A ring of a bell arroused him. He peered through his eyelids to see...

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Safira walked into the pub, alone, which was quite unusual for her. She had wanted a day at Hogsmeade to herself, instead of with her pack of girlfriends. She actually did not care for being so popular, many of the relationships she had were just kids trying to get a slice of the Malfoy fortune. Safira considered herself above such shallow relationships, but they formed without any action on her part. She felt her heart leap into her throat when she saw Professor Oriole, but did not say anything. She seated herself at a table with her notebook after ordering a gilly water with cherry syrup.

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Demetri's eyes flew open the rest of the way. He smiled brilliantly at Safira as she settled herself into a table. He sipped his Firewhiskey absently, watching her. Whenever she would look his way, he would smile at her. This was just too perfect. When she finished her gilly water and look back over at him, he waved her over. Now was his chance to talk to Safira outside of the classroom. He was looking forward to wooing her.

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Safira didn't get much of the planning for Gabriella's bridal shower done with Professor Oriole being such a distraction. She thought he was extremely good-looking, but knew that her daydreams were stupid and pointless, but why not dream? Safira didn't hesitate a second when Professor Oriole gestured for her to come over. She picked up her notebook, and then took a seat across from the potions teacher. "Hello," said Safira with a cautious smile.

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"Good day Safira." Demetri replied with a smile. He settled into his seat, placing his hands behind his head. "How are the shower plans coming along? For your brother and fiance, am I right?" He asked with a charming smile. When Safira had left her notebook in his class, he had to open it to find who the wonderful little thing had belonged to. He didn't need to venture any farther than the first page to find out it's contents.

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"They're coming along," said Safira. "The hard part is making it a surprise, she always figures these things out." She had left out the fact that she knew both Gabriella and her elder brother to be vampires, it wasn't a good thing to say around people she wasn't sure if she could trust or not. Sure, Professor Oriole was extremely handsome, but Safira was going to be cautious around him until she was sure he was trustworthy.

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Demetri smiled, chuckling. "Of course, for they are both bright." He paused, taking a swig of his Firewhiskey. "And talented too. Must run in the Malfoy and Weasley blood. No wonder you do so well, you get it from your brother." He took another sip, smiling. "But of course, yours is unique and beautiful in it's own powerful way." He finished, placing his Firewhiskey down and placed his hands behind his head once more.

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Safira blushed deeply, now wishing she had a drink to somewhat hide behind. "Thank you," said said. Safira knew herself to be a gifted witch, particularly in potions and charms, she was average in all her other subjects, except for transfiguration, she struggled a lot with it, Safira figured that she would drop the subject next year, even if Professor Copper was one of her favourite teachers. Safira also wanted to drop Divination, it wasn't her calling.

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"You are very welcome my dear." Demetri replied. He noticed her blush and called the waiter over. "A gilly water with cherry syrup for this lovely lady here, if you please." He replied, flashing a smile to Safira. "On me." He said when the waiter left. "I do hope that's fine. I noticed you drinking it, so..." He trailed off. He sipped his Firewhiskey, not sure how to continue.

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"Oh, I don't mind," said Safira, although she would have rather paid for the drink herself. She absently wondered if it were appropriate for her to be sitting in a pub with a teacher that was paying for her drink, even if it didn't have a lick of alcohol in it. She mentally decided that nothing was wrong, but she would be cautious. Safira thanked the waiter that brought her gilly water, and then took a small, rather ladylike, sip.

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Demetri finished off his drink with a large swig, setting the bottle down on the table. The waiter came to take his drink, and he ordered himself a glass of seasonal punch. One alcoholic drink was enough for the day. The waiter nodded, then left without a word. No doubt he was confused as to why Demetri was practically swooning over a younger girl. He didn't mind the occasional stares. If he liked someone, he was going to go after her. He had decided that the other night.

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Safira quietly drummed her manicured nails on the table. They weren't anything special, just French tip and glossy. She took a quick, dainty, sip of her gilly water. It was good, as always. She could feel eyes being directed to their booth, and did not like it. Professor Oriole was so handsome, she felt stupid, she didn't know what to say to him, even if he was just a person...

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Demetri took a sip of punch. He noticed Safira's uncomfortable expression immediately. "Do you want to go?" He asked quietly. If he were to speak at a normal voice, people would suspect something. It was highly looked down upon, the "relationship" of teacher and student.

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"Yes, yes I would," said Safira, and then quickly downed half the gilly water, not wanting to put it entirely to waste. She picked up her notebook and tucked it into her purse, so she wouldn't forget. Today Safira had donned a denim mini-skirt and a black v-neck shirt. On her feet she wore cherry red peep-toe pumps that she had charmed to be good to walk in. Safira absently fluffed her hair with her hand as she stood, happy to be leaving the overcrowded pub.

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Demetri swiftly downed his punch, throwing a tip onto the table. He strode quickly over to the door, only pausing to open it and escort Safira out. He couldn't help but notice her style as she waltzed through the door. If didn't know any better, he'd say that she did well with those pumps. She followed her out. Demetri said nothing as they walked together.