is a bar located at the North Side Diagon Alley, a few blocks away from the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, operating from 5 p.m. to 3 a.m., serving alcohols varying from butterbear to red wine. If you're seventeen or above, you're welcomed to have a drink, eat some snacks, shoot some pool, throw some darts and relax, while enjoying the music played - sometimes it's live; sometimes it isn't. If you're looking for a proper meal and you don't mind dining with Muggles, you could also go to the French restaurant located at the back, where the bar is expanded from.
Drew had the first day off in nearly a month and she spent it in a nursing home. Before Fitzgerald's overdue departure, Drew had abused her title as deputy auror to sneak into the muggle world to visit her mother. Or what was left of her, anyway. Not that anyone knew this. No one, especially Fitzgerald's ministry, would have been too thrilled to find out their deputy auror was visiting a muggle against the law. So her visits to her mother dropped significantly. From what was once a week to maybe once a month, maybe once every four. The nurses must think her awfully negligent. And then he died and everything changed. Not that Drew could celebrate for long. Especially when her boss turned out to be the serial killer she was trying to hunt down. Removing every feeling she had regarding that, Drew found herself temporarily head auror. So instead of celebrating like everyone else, she was busy undoing the precinct, finding houses for the half breeds, reopening the wizarding world. She did what she could have under his ministry (such as 'losing' some arrest warrants for example) but now she was barely getting an hour sleep a night. Reconciliation, though sorely needed, was exhausting. Who would have thought. Of course, with the upcoming election, Drew felt on edge. Just waiting for one of his supporters to either throw himself forward into the nominations or start something. However, she had a day off, and most of it was spent spoon feeding her mother who didn’t even recognise her. It was nice to have some form of peace and quiet. Even if she could hear Barney in the background. Now she was sitting at the bar, hoping she would be left unrecognised.
For a time, Hailey considered applying for the Ministry of Magic as Head of the Department of Mysteries, but her crippling fear she would find herself employed by an administration akin to Fitzgerald rendered her unable to commit to such a commitment. The promotion would have served her well economically and given her more room to work with in her search for a new living space, but she could not stomach the idea of being forced to serve another corrupt Minister. Living in the United Kingdom was a lot easier now that she didn't constantly fear for her life, but the past few years have marred her image on the wizarding world. It was too easy for people to turn against each other, too easy to point the finger at someone and ensure they were locked away or killed. Yes, the country is in the process of healing, but sadly, this isn't enough. Not for Hailey, and likely not for anyone else who was persecuted relentlessly for their identity. These are all thoughts that she mulls over as she sits at the bar, completely disassociating, whilst swirling her drink with a thin straw. Is it better if she finds an apartment in muggle London? Or should she stay with her parents and resort to apparation? She has so many options to go through, she's been avoiding thinking about it altogether for as long as she can, but with a pending interview, she knows she needs to come to a decision quickly.
Apparently, sticking to herself was apparently not going to be an easy job. Whoever was working behind the bar needed to be trained - properly - in their memory skills because she watched him (who didn't look older than 20) make the drink and sliding it over the bar too some blonde who Drew didn't recognise. At all. Drew had ordered that drink only moments before. It wasn't that long to forget who ordered what. It was their hair colour, wasn't it? Or the fact that maybe both of them appeared to be in dire need of a break. Raising her head, Drew frowned over at them, unsure if she should say something or risk exposure. Not that she thought people knew her by face. Some people did by now. Some people didn't. It was a hit and miss. "Excuse me," Drew finally said-she wanted her drink-"not too interrupt, but I think you'll find that's mine." Maybe there was the off chance they both ordered the same drink (with the exact amount of olives that Drew wanted-what? She was picky) but she doubted it.
In her daze, Hailey doesn't hear Drew's initial excuse me beyond a distant echo, but by the time she's continuing her approach, she's (sadly) snapping back to reality. She shakes her head lightly in a futile attempt to clear her mind of residual thoughts about her current living situation. No point. For someone who abhors being limited to a specific setting, she's certainly fond of having a secure roof over her head. She isn't keen on the idea of living in a hotel. "My apologies," Hailey's voice is sincere - the most she has been since her return to the country - and her smile doesn't betray any ill feelings over the sudden interruption. Hailey straightens her posture before she slides the drink over, uttering a small there you go as she does so.
Drew flashed her a smile. “Not your fault,” Drew said as her hand wrapped around the cocktail glass, bringing it to her lips. Her eyes were still eyeing the other girl before saying, “you look a mile away.” Drew wasn’t helping anyone-at least she didn’t feel like it. Couldn’t even help her mother let alone the wizarding world. Even Octavia wasn’t safe. “Not too intrude or anything.”
Hailey didn't think she'd draw in any conversations, but she did, and now she had to stick with it. She offers Drew an amicable smile and shrugs. "Just... thinking, is all. I haven't been here in a very long time."
"Interesting time too return," Drew noted. Drew wasn't ignorant that immigration into magical UK has...slightly decreased over the past few years. For very, very obvious reasons. Bu Drew was expecting the population to rise once more over the next few years, maybe even months. Those terrified of returning were slowly showing their faces. Those locked away were walking the streets. It was a good thing. A really, really good thing. "Want to be left alone?" Drew asked, rather suddenly, but her eyes were watching the girl and Drew...well, Drew didn't want to be an annoyance.
"Oh, please, no, you're absolutely fine, darling," Hailey dismisses her concerns. For as much as she'd wanted to avoid conversing with others during her day in the wizarding world, her parents had still raised her to mind her manners, and now that she was talking with someone else, she wasn't going to come across as rude or disinterested. "I thought it was time I came back, seeing as the reason I left in the first place is... ah, shall we say no longer a problem," she explains. "I can't shake the feeling something is about to go wrong. Lingering worries from recent events, I suspect."
Drew almost laughed at that but stopped herself just in time. The idea something was about to go wrong again was what kept her up at night. Amongst other things, of course. "You can say that again," Drew said, "I think everyone is on edge. Peace is always a fragile thing. But who am I to state the obvious? I imagine you left just when everything went...well, if you mind my language, went to shit. Most people did."
"Not quite by my own volition, I must confess," Hailey taps her right index finger against the glass of her drink rhythmically as she speaks; a force of habit most prominent when her nerves were getting the better part of her. "The last minister, he wanted me to create these spells that I found too dangerous for any one wizard to have access to. I said no, and he sacked me. I didn't want him to start digging and end up finding out about - well, anything, really. I went back home."
"You worked in the ministry?" Drew echoed, taking another look at the girl. She must have been there before Drew came back. "You know, I think it's a bit of a compliment if you got fired by Fitzgerald. But that's just me being very casual about everything." Drew wasn't surprised by the story. She heard it over and over again. Different context. But still. "So where's home for you? If you don't mind me asking."
It's moot to reiterate herself, so Hailey only nods affirmatively. "Perhaps so, but it still stings," she points out. "It was a struggle at first, but eventually I started to see it as a liberating thing. I started a blog and a youtube account, and went around the globe. I only came back because I really did enjoy my job. I've applied for a vacancy... I'm hoping to get it back."
"Still experimenting with spells?" Drew asked, really out of curiosity. That and maybe she'll have a friendly face somewhere in the ministry. Then again-her friendship with Kieran and Octavia made her wonder if that was a good thing to pursue again. "I hope you get it. We need people like you." It was true. From what she could see, the girl would be a breathe of fresh air.
For a moment, Hailey debates whether admitting to so much of her history is such a wise thing to do. Had this been happening a year ago, she might have been killed for it. But as she sat her, deliberating over how open she wanted to be, she didn't think Drew posed much of a threat. She seems generally friendly, not at all threatening. With this in mind, she begins to nod, albeit slowly. "I'd like to focus on new, stronger protective spells. I was also hoping to venture into the business of collaborating with potioneers. Perhaps I can help create a concoction that will act as a protective barrier around those who can't use magic - much like most of the victims of our previous administration. Newer self-defense spells, stronger mind-protecting spells, so on and so forth."
Drew supposed it was unfair. That the girl was out here talking about this and that, being very open than what most people were once upon a time, and she was keeping mum about herself. Could you truly blame Drew? Not many people trusted the ministry anymore, especially those within power. And Drew didn't particularly blame them. "I think that's something very worth while to be looking into, it is sorely needed across the world," Drew said as she thought over them. "I can't see it being an easy task. Especially creating that particular potion." Drew almost leaned to recommending a list of potioneers that Drew knew of. Wren Berkhart and Yasmine flint were the first two that came to her mind. Both were very young but they could bring fresh perspectives. "Do you have family here?"
"I don't expect it to be easy, but it's not something I see as off-putting. If this is something that can be achieved, it could save hundreds of lives," she says. At the question, she purses her lips thoughtfully. After a moment's pause, she speaks again, "I'd rather not talk about my family. No offense to you, I just... wouldn't like to take any risks."
And there it was-distrust. Not that Drew was surprised, or even offended, by it. It was a common theme nowadays. Who knew who you were talking too. But Drew knew some people expected everything to just...go back to what life use to be like, before the administration. "None taken. In this day and age, you can never be to sure. And you're right-it would save lives. Spell making isn't my expertise, though, so I can't say if it's achievable or not. But then again, a lot of things shouldn't have been achievable."
"Indeed they shouldn't have been, but alas, it happened, and now here we are," Poe sighs and shakes her head. There's a brief moment of silence as Hailey finishes her drink, tipping her head back and swallowing it all at once. She grimaces, finding the taste mildly repulsive. It didn't use to be that way, but her taste buds had gotten used to more exotic drinks than La Lune Bleue had to offer. "And what of you?"
"What of me?" Drew echoed before taking a sip of her drink herself. Really, just to push back the inevitable. "I work in the auror department." Which is basically just her trying to monitor the take down of the precinct and all the people moving back into society. Make sure no...lingering Fitzgerald supporters try and take it upon themselves to disrupt the process. It was a nice feeling, approving the arrests for them all. Drew took some sick pleasure in it.
Her previously relaxed posture is abandoned almost immediately as the information clicks in her brain. She straightens her shoulders, muscles tensing slightly as her eyebrows knit together. "How long have you been working in the auror department?" she questions, previous amicability gone in favor of a terse tone.
Drew smiled to herself-and there it was. Drew was expecting long expecting it. Of course, Drew...wasn’t exactly one of the aurors who helped Fitzgerald. She turned a blind eye at the riot, let people go, one of the aurors to figure out who the serial killers were (even Kieran), and had done her best to slow down, disrupt even, the events around her. There was a reason Fitzgerald was so keen to use private security than the aurors. But at the end of the day-she probably could have done more. Drew didn’t leave because she knew her position would probably have been filled by someone Fitzgerald suggested and...that would have been worse. “Ten years nearly. I was undercover for most of it until I was called back a few years ago,” Drew said, twirling the small remnants of her drink around the glass.
Hailey glances at the bartender, about to order a check so she can leave. She doesn't trust aurors. Not after siding with Fitzgerald. But again, she'd heard stories of some who'd stood up to them as they'd been able to. She hesitates. She's still got a hand on her back pocket, ready to pull her wallet out, but slowly lowers it. She glances back at Drew. "Did you do anything?" she pauses. "To defy Fitzgerald, I mean."
”I think you’d be surprised about how many tried. Not all of us, but there were a handful,” Drew said before finishing off her own drink. “But yes-of course I did. As much as I could.” Drew wasn’t willing to explain. She didn’t know Hailey-not enough to tell her how many laws she’d broken. Plus, she knew it might just come off as trying to appease her own conscience. “But my priority is to make sure everything he made is taken down. I can’t reverse everything, but I can certainly try to make sure it never happens again.”
Hailey still feels the urge to get away. To stand up, to leave, to never come back again. Self-preservation, she'd call it. But she's staring at Drew, so harmless having a drink, and she doesn't move. She heaves a deep sigh. What if she was one of his lackies and is just trying to play it off? But again... what if she wasn't? Playing it safe is exhausting. Instead of saying anything else, she waves the bartender over and orders two lines of shots: one for her and one for Drew. "To forgetting. At least for one night."
Drew would have grimaced if she knew what was going through the girl's head. Drew had done her best to find the lackies-let alone be one herself. However, she was surprised when the girl ordered drinks for the both of them. "Something both of us sorely need," Drew agreed before hesitating, "you know, I don't think I've introduced myself." If she had, then she'd put it down to her mind being packed with so many things-her memory had become a little off. "Drew Hamilton."
Call her ignorant if you'd like, but the name doesn't sound familiar to Hailey. She was gone for the final part of Alistair's nightmare and came back just several days ago. She nods and lifts an awkward peace sign. "I'm Poe."
"Poe?" She echoed. eyeing the girl again, and if you looked closely, you could see a hint of a smile as she saw the peace sign. "As in that muggle author? I think he was the only author I read as a child. Gave me nightmares." Not that Drew had many options as a child. Being trapped in such a small apartment with no one but her drunk father and her mother, Drew had little options for entertainment. Her mother taught her how to read through dictionaries and the bible (not that Drew is religious) but eventually it turned too Edgar Allen Poe.
"Oh, Jesus, everyone keeps bringing him up. You'd think wizards would be a little less prone to make that comparison, but no," Poe huffs, but the playful smile she's wearing is indicative that she's not at all serious. "But no. Poe Dameron. Star Wars. Fun guy, you should look him up."
”In my defence, I’m a muggle born,” Drew said with a laugh, an unexpected one she might had. “But I was never introduced to Star Wars. So I have no idea who you’re talking about but I’ll take your word on it.”
Hailey bites back a dramatic, affronted gasp, and settles for wide eyes and disappointed look. "Come on, it's a legendary series! Don't call yourself a muggle-born if you haven't seen those movies," Poe shakes her head. Just then, the bartender returns, setting down two lines of - what was it, partybar schuffel? - right in front of them. "I do hope these live up to the hype."
"I didn't have easy access to anything growing up, let alone star wars," Drew said with a breathless laugh. "All I know is there's a Luke Skywalker and he's fighting someone in space. He's fighting...a princess Leia?" Drew was taking a stab in the dark there before looking down at the shots she ordered. "The hype? Am I that out of touch with the popular drinks already?"
"That... you... definitely should look into watching those movies, when you have the time," Hailey purses her lips, swallowing another amused smile. In reference to her later remarks, she shrugs. "Some of my coworkers have raged on and on about these... and others, but I'm not particularly keen on drinking anything that's on fire tonight."
Drew didn't like not knowing something. She didn't like being in the dark after having grown up in it. So when she realised she was terribly wrong with her guess, which she's not surprised about, Drew has the sudden urge to just...disappear and watch the films. Though Drew wondered if she'd ever see Poe again, Drew was still making a note too find time for the movies. "On fire?" She echoed, looking at the drinks again, "well, thankfully not tonight." Drew was more cautious than adventurous. Which she thought a good thing considering her line of work.
Poe picks up one of the shots and lifts it in her direction. She’s wearing a playful smile, which is a stark difference to how she’d been maybe fifteen minutes ago. “Here’s to getting over shitty governments and alcohol - the gift that keeps on giving,” she tips her head back and brings the glass with her. The drink itself isn’t particularly the worst she’d had, but it’s not what she’s used to, so she pulls a face once the drink burns down her throat and settles in her stomach. “Okay.”
"More like the nightmare that keeps on giving," Drew noted as she brought the glass to her lips, her face impassive as the alcohol burns her throat. She was so use to it by now that it barely phased her. "Not bad."
Matthieu was doing shots at the bar. It was a new habit of his-Matthieu wasn't much of a drinker, let alone shots, but recently, as he had begun to feel rather...strange...he had been drinking more. He wasn't upset, depressed, just something had changed. When Cas asked him out on a date, and then he declined him, Matthieu felt...almost disappointed. And then everything he did, Matthieu felt empty, restless. He wasn't sure why so he was trying to party. Getting so drunk that he'd push whatever it is out of his system.
Milo's relationship with Chloe was down in the gutter. It was relatively new, but already so spoiled, hence why he's at the bar, trying to drown his sorrows away. In the corner of his eye, he spots a familiar man — he's sure that he was the one at the Library in Hogwarts the other day, talking to the cute librarian. Of course he didn't hear any of their conversation, he was seated quite far away, but there was no mistaking the distressed looks that both displayed towards the tail-end of their meeting, and he was sure that it didn't end at the best of terms.
Already intoxicated, Milo decided to approach the older man — whom he found, well, quite attractive — and raised his voice in order to be heard over the music. "Hey, I saw you at Hogwarts the other day," he started.
Matthieu nearly jumped, nearly spilt his drink all over himself, when someone almost essentially yelled at him. Blearily looking over to him, Matthieu tried to figure out where he knew him. Until he registered what the guy said. Hogwarts. "Uh...did you? I'm not in trouble, am I? I wasn't sure if I was allowed in or not," Matthieu confessed before narrowing his eyes again. Guy looked too young too be a professor. "You a student?" Obviously had to be old enough to be drinking. Shit, how much diid he drink?
He chuckled at the sight of the other man's startled reaction. "I mean, the cute librarian let you in, right? I'm sure that staff are allowed to have guests from time to time..." he mused as he took a sip from his drink. "How are you related to him, anyways? He your boyfriend?"
Matthieu's face darkened at the question and he scowled into his drink. It wasn't the guy's fault-he wouldn't have known. It was just a touchy subject now. "No," he said after a moment before shaking his head and went back to smiling over at Milo, "no, we're just friends. Brothers, really. Grew up together in France. And yourself? How do you fit in to all this?"
Milo was pretty sure there was more to it than that, but he chuckled it off. "I see...." he said with a nod. "Well, I didn't mean to spy, I swear, but it just happened that I was in the Library when you visited..." he explained, before adding,
I'm a 7th year student at Hogwarts," in case the other man was wondering why a student like him was drinking at a bar like La Lune Bleue. He's technically an adult, already, so. "Does that mean your single, then?" He asked, unsure, really, why he brought it up. Perhaps he just wanted to know.
"Yes, painfully always single," Matthieu confessed. He'd never had a relationship with anyone. Not many people wanted anything to do with a squib, especially in recent times. "I've been thinking about going on a few dates, though. Put myself out there again....and you? Sorry, sorry, I don't think I got your name. I'm Matthieu," he said, holding out his hand.
"Emilio, but everyone calls me Milo," he replied rather flirtatiously as he took the other man's hand to shake it. "And the librarian, Mr. Fauchelevent, was it? You never ever went on a date with him?" He asked, not really meaning to pry, but well, he was curious. When he saw them in the library, he knew they had chemistry.
"Why Milo? Emilio's cute," Matthieu asked. Maybe that's because the name was so familiar. Everyone in France and Spain knew an Emilio and Matthieu was a sucker for it. "No, no, nothing like that. I promise." Matthieu said this as he squeezed the other boy's hand. This was a bad idea-he knew it. But he had been drinking. And he was confused. And a cute guy had just approached him. So why not? Nothing like that. It was true. Matthieu was sure there was nothing romantic with him and Cassian. So sure.
"Why are you so interested?" Matthieu asked, raising an eyebrow over him. "If you're interested in your librarian, then it probably won't be me standing in your way." It'd be the law. "Actually trying to forget about him, if I'm being honest." With that, he nodded to his drink but he had a small smile on his face. Emilio was really just reminding him of a puppy. A curious one.
He raised both his arms in mock defeat, but he was grinning as he did. "Hey, I'm sorry, I was just genuinely curious," he explained, before adding, "The librarian's cute. You are, too. I think you guys will make a great couple."
"And if I were to tell you I was straight?" Matthieu asked as he took a sip of his drink. "But looks aren't everything. If life has taught me one thing. It's that." Matthieu, having spent so long around the royals, he saw how image and appearance could be misleading. "And you? You're not bad looking yourself. I bet you have a cute boy to go to wake up too every morning."
"Girl," he corrected. "I had a girl—" he was aware that he was using the past tense, even though him and Chloe weren't technically broken up just yet, "—but that's not important now," he explained as he took a huge gulp from his drink, wincing slightly as he felt the alcohol sliding against the inside of his throat. "Though you know, I wouldn't mind having a cute boy to wake up to, specifically tomorrow morning," he said with a flirty smirk. "Interested?" Milo thought this guy and the librarian was a match made in heaven, but since it's been denied, well, Milo would definitely like to take his shot. Even for just a night.
Matthieu took a sip of his drink, both to let him think and give him the confidence to say: "Have you ever done this before?" This was more for him, honestly, Matthieu hadn't been with anyone (let alone a boy) for years and...well, Matthieu was nervous he'd be a royal disappointment. He was already a royal disappointment but he didn't want to make it worse.