fancy meeting you here [alice]

[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

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Draco didn't venture out much, as pathetic as that made him sound. Basically his stops consisted of work, bars, and then home, but today he had decided to change it up. With the amount of curious looks and stares he was getting from random passerbys, Draco was beginning to believe that it had been a bad idea. He probably should've just had lunch at home, courtesy of their numerous house elves. It would save a couple galleons and he wouldn't be getting all the looks he was now. Draco glanced at his hair, wishing for the billionth time it was brown or something completely dull so no one would recognize him. He should've just gone out with a disguise, but Draco hadn't exactly thought of that before he had strolled past the wards of the Manor and apparated off to Diagon Alley. What an idiot he was.

Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair, the stupid nervous tic he had developed ever prominent in one of the most popular places in the Wizarding World. That was just what he needed, someone to find out his tells. Draco shook his head, told himself to stop being paranoid, kept a disinterested look on his face, and continued his stroll towards the cafe that was going to provide him with lunch...hopefully. He had had that happen to him before. 'We don't serve Death Eaters' and all of that rubbish. Hopefully the shop wouldn't give two rubs of a Galleon what his last name was, because Draco wasn't in the mood for dealing with pathetic post-war dramas today. He just wanted to take a breather and relax.

Draco casually stuffed his hands in the pocket of his black trousers, one of his hands clenching around the gold inside. Merlin, this was ridiculous. He was nervous over getting a bloody cup of tea and a biscuit. It was ridiculous, preposterous, and it sort of agitated his temper. Draco slipped past a man who was giving him a dangerous sort of scowl, then pulled open the door to the cafe and walked inside, his head held high and his posture absolutely perfect. He wasn't giving anything away, and the funny looks he was already beginning to get wouldn't bother him in the slightest. Sort of. At least, if it did bother him, the only person aware of that fact would be himself, and not the other members of the little cafe.

Not wanting to draw excessive amounts of attention to himself (at least, for now), Draco walked up to the counter, got his purchase, waited, and then snagged the food and went over to a table towards a back window. He slipped into the booth and sighed, rubbing at his temples. Staying at the Manor would've been much simpler. Draco looked at the warm tea sitting in front of him and, not for the first time in the bare minute he'd had the drink, wished it was a nice, tall bottle of Firewhiskey. He exhaled heavily through his nose and took a sip, his mask of indifference still in place. This was going to be a long day, he could already tell.

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[Alice Marie Keenan]

More often than not, Alice would skip out on lunch and focus on her work -but she unfortunately finished the first portion and nothing else would be ready to do until after lunch. Lazy buggers didn’t want to work during their lunch-breaks. So, Alice decided to take this time to go out and get a bite to eat, seeing how hectic she kept her schedules. She didn’t have Jamie or Connie to drag to lunch at this time, but that would be fine. She didn’t particularly mind eating alone.

The woman pushed in her desk chair and picked her sunglasses off the desk. She shoved them onto her face before grabbing her black hat -One of Connie’s old one’s that Alice probably swiped or was given as a bribe- and tipping it on her head. Seeing it wasn’t a interview day, she’d worn casual clothes, much to the dismay of her boss. Apparently an off-the shoulder grey shirt wasn’t appropriate work-attire, was tacky and tasteless. What did that idiot know about taste? Other than that, her attire was fairly simple, teal tights underneath denim blue jeans and green ankle high textured-leather boots.

The woman made her way to the nearest Floo area, stepping into the entrance and poof, she was gone. She re-appeared at Diagon Alley where she wandered around looking for a place that would at least be bearable for eating in. The picky woman finally settled on a café and wandered in. She clicked her heels all the way up to the counter. The woman’s order was a wisp of words, she obviously had no intention of slowing them down for the person trying to get her order.

It wasn’t like it was that hard anyways, all she ordered was a glass of iced sweet tea and a piece of apple-pie. Alice had an unfortunate sweet-tooth that women should avoid like the plague. She turned on her heels to find a place to sit when a particularly platinum head caught her eye. Now, anyone could have blonde hair, but that coloring seemed to be particular to a certain Malfoy family. Not to mention all the dirty looks he was receiving.

Not one to be coy, Alice marched her way over and slid into the booth, across from him. She pulled her hat and sunglasses off before holding them across the table with a rather mischievous grin, “Aren’t you Mister popular. Can I sit here or are you waiting for some one?”

The woman had no real intention of moving, either way, she was just asking for the sake of being polite.

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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

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A despondent sigh escaped his lips as he idly stared out the window of the cafe. Draco knew he probably should've been remotely satisfied with his life, but he supposed awkward times called for depressed measures. He hated walking around Diagon Alley, trying to go about his business and instead getting stuck on the receiving end of numerous stares and glares. He hated being known as the 'Only Teenager the Dark Lord Let Join His Club' or whatever it was they liked to say about him. He was fairly certain there was something else too, but for the moment, Draco didn't want to think about that. His eyebrows furrowed and a frown tugged at his lips briefly, but he wiped the look off his face and turned his attention back to his cooling tea. Even that didn't seem appealing anymore. Draco nearly rolled his eyes, but resisted the temptation and instead took another sip of the liquid, trying to find at least some marginal enjoyment - he didn't.

Draco returned his attention to the window, deciding that it would've been much more practical of him to have brought in an edition of the Prophet. At least that way, he'd be able to hide his face from everyone coming and going in the shop. Draco began to drum his fingers on the tabletop, his eyes casually observing the people milling about outside. It was lunchtime, so of course every witch and their mother was out and about. He probably should've waited until after the lunch rush to go about his business, but oh well. It was much too late for that now, and Draco didn't want to further his reputation as a huge coward by ducking out of the shop early. He'd stick it out until his drink was finished, and then he'd slink back off to the Manor.

Just when he had turned his attention back to his tea and was reaching for it, someone decided to slide into the booth opposite him. Draco blinked slowly, his eyebrow raising of its own accord as he took note of her appearance. Ah, but it was just Alice. "I'm always popular with people," Draco said calmly, then a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "Well, you have already made yourself at home across from me, so I suppose it would be rude to kick you out now. Besides, something tells me that you're not as inclined to leave as you want to seem." Draco had no doubt in his mind that she wouldn't have left even if he had asked, but it didn't bother him. Alice would bring him a good distraction from the other arseholes in the establishment.

He glanced at the tea, then downed the rest of it in a gulp and set it back down, pushing it aside. He really should've just brought Firewhiskey. Draco glanced at Alice, then looked at her attire and her hat and sunglasses that she still had in her grasp. He hadn't really spent that much time with the girl while they were at school, but he supposed she was alright. He only really knew her through Constance, not to mention the fact that they had both been in Slytherin. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" he finally asked, giving her his full attention instead of the window. Hopefully she'd be able to keep him occupied.

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[Alice Marie Keenan]

The woman’s mischievous grin became even brighter at his answer. Alice didn’t like boring things, so the amusing quick retort was majorly pleasant. Not to mention her eyes practically lit up with the same preening her smile held at the fact the man already seemed to have a good hold of what to expect from her. She gave him her best faux innocent expression -it would look real to anyone who didn’t have extensive knowledge with sarcasm or fake expressions.

She was going to add in a fake innocent voice how ‘of course she’d move if Draco Malfoy asked her to’, but her face broke into a grin too soon. The fake expression didn’t last long enough. So she just nodded that he was right about her not moving even if he asked. As far as she knew, it probably wasn’t a good idea to keep a Malfoy waiting, so she figured he wasn’t waiting for anyone or they’d already be there.

Alice was about to answer his question when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She turned her attention away from the man as a waiter came and sat her sweetened ice tea and piece of pie down. She fished out an adequate amount to serve for payment and tip before wiggling her fingers to shoo him off. Her attention turned back to him to answer his question.

She had a grumpy expression on her face, “Those toss-pots at work can’t skip one bloody lunch break to get the papers I need. So I figured I might as well get lunch while I’m waiting for them to get off their asses.”

Her expression quickly turned back to a mischievous one. The sunglasses and hat she had been holding were held toward the man and wiggled, “Think you need a disguise, I won’t even ask for them back,” Alice turned her head to the side to mumble, “I swiped the hat from Connie sometime back, anyways.”

She didn’t wait for him to take them, rather sat them down on the table to leave the offer out there. She turned her attention to her drink and food before turning her attention back to the Malfoy with an innocent expression. She shoved the tea and pie toward him, “I don’t have Connie with me, so taste them for me?”

She was being completely serious. Alice wouldn’t eat food or drink from restaurants or a café without some one trying it for her unless the drink was in a sealed container that hadn’t been opened yet. It was one of those areas that showed her spoiled side, sadly. She could never be easy and just eat what she was given. She wasn’t afraid of being poisoned or anything, but she was afraid she’d try it and it would taste unsatisfactory. Her Familiar was pretty picky too. She wasn’t sure how many times Connie had scolded her about forcing him to eat foods a cat should eat.

The woman’s gaze lingered on the man’s face, waiting for him to taste-test for her. She obviously wouldn’t let this go, because she wouldn’t touch either until he did. This was half the reason Alice didn’t bother with lunch unless she had some one to go with her. Going home to make lunch wouldn’t take too long, but making the lunch and eating it would. Then she’d have to listen to her bosses blahblahblah. Not Alice’s favorite thing to do.

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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

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Draco supposed he should be thanking Merlin for Alice's distraction. It was much better than focusing on the people mulling about on the street, or the ones giving him curious and dark glances from the shop. He smirked slightly as he noticed the enthusiasm in her expression. Oh yes, this would certainly be interesting. His eyebrow arched at the grin that appeared on her face - the girl certainly didn't seem to be too effective at holding a poker face for very long. But, Draco supposed, that was all very well. Maybe he could simply enjoy her company and not have to bother with thinking too hard.

He watched her open his mouth, but before she could say anything the waiter appeared. Draco observed her choice - apple pie and iced tea. He looked at the apple pie, his sweet tooth waking up completely. Draco always had had a rather soft spot for desserts, especially if they were fresh and well made. His eyes snapped back up to meet hers as she turned her attention back to him. Draco carefully laced his fingers together on top of the table, figuring it would be better to focus on her now instead of her dessert.

"Poor girl, I hate it when incompetent fools make a disaster of your job." Because he really, really did. Draco hated it when he gave people simple tasks that could easily be done, but they could never seem to accomplish them. People who had the attitudes of incompetent children weren't the type of people Draco could tolerate. "Is that what you usually have for lunch? Dessert?" Draco questioned, an amused light appearing in his eyes as he asked her. His lips quirked up in a mildly amused smirk. Yes, this was much better than sitting in the booth by himself and trying to be inconspicuous.

He blinked at the accessories she was offering him. Draco glanced from her to the hat and sunglasses, then scoffed in slight amusement and took them off the table. He casually put on the hat, adjusting it a bit, glancing up toward his hairline as if he could actually see it. Draco turned his head slightly to see himself in the window - he looked alright. Draco much preferred his hair without anything covering it, but...for now, this would be better. He adjusted the hat again, just to make it look better and not simply awkwardly placed upon his head, then smirked at the sunglasses. "I almost feel like I would stick out more if I was wearing a hat and sunglasses indoors...however..." Draco plucked them off the tabletop and slipped on the sunglasses, "I might need these as an excuse to see you one day, so I'll just wear them."

Draco honestly couldn't even help his flirting anymore - not that he wanted to. He blinked when she shoved the tea and pie toward him, wanting him to taste them for her. Draco brought his hand up to the sunglasses and moved them down a bit on his nose so she could see his eyes, and so she would know he was giving her a 'are you serious?' type of look. He didn't mind though - she had asked for it. So she was going to get just what she had asked for. Draco glanced down at the food and then snagged her fork, taking a bit of the end off the pie. "If this is poisoned, I'll require compensation," he said casually as he lifted the food to his mouth.

He carefully put the spoon in his mouth, closing his jaws around the bite of food. Draco sucked slightly, savoring the marvelous flavor of the pie. He slowly pulled the fork out of his mouth and chewed a bit before swallowing. No, he didn't think it was poisoned. Draco eyed the fork, then licked an offending bit of pie that was still stuck to it. He put the fork down against the side of the plate so it wasn't touching the pie (just incase she was one of those germophobes), and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Well, the pie's perfectly fine, it seems." He picked up the iced tea next, taking a slight sip. Draco wasn't a fan of cold tea, but...it seemed fine. He set the glass back down, nodding. "No poison. Eat away, love."

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[Alice Marie Keenan]

If it weren’t for the fact it would have been rude, Alice would have been snickering at what she saw out of the corner of her eye as she was handing over a few coins to the waiter. Draco Malfoy was staring at her pie like he’d just been re-acquainted with an old flame.

Besides that, the fact she was going to ask him to taste-test it for her, made it off bounds to tease him. If he got mad, he wouldn’t taste test, and that just wouldn’t work for Alice. She couldn’t eat if it wasn’t taste-tested. So she’d just have to hold her amusement to herself.

Alice wasn’t all that surprised that the man agreed. He always did seem the type to demand things were done correctly the first time around -not that that was a bad thing. She had a bit of a temper when some one would bring her the wrong file or would screw something up at work.

At the man’s teasing question, Alice’s expression didn’t change much, still amused. She answered seriously though, “I usually don’t bother with lunch unless Daphne or Connie are involved. But no, it varies. This place just doesn‘t seem to have a great selection is all.”

The reason why she didn’t would very soon become clear to the man. There was no reason going out for lunch if you couldn’t eat the food. Drink could be dealt with, she’d just order something that was contained and not open. Food on the other hand… Just never worked well.

Alice watched as the man put on the hat and looked at himself in the window. She had to bring her hands up to cover her mouth to hide the amusement. His words were just as entertaining and she couldn’t cover the snicker that erupted from her throat. At his latter words though, Alice’s expression turned to a curiouser and curiouser one, but she didn’t say anything, for now.

She was too busy mulling over his words to try and figure out if they were flirtations or just a typical polite response. Draco was raised in an elitist family, so it was no doubt he had been raised to entertain the ladies. It was an obvious thing for a child of a rich person to be dressed up like a little doll and entertain the guest with whatever they wanted to hear. Compliments, false niceties, idle chat, and the like.

At the look Draco gave her, her responsive look was a ‘I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t mean it’ expression. When the man grabbed her fork, she watched carefully, “Mhm, sure. I’ll compensate in anyway you want, as long as you don’t lie about the taste.”

The woman was refraining from mentioning that if it were actually poisoned, he’d be dead before she could compensate. That would hardly be a thing to say when you want some one to try something for you. They’d never agree and then you’d get no-where. Besides, if they were going to poison anyone at the table, it would obviously be the other, not her. Not that it made much sense. As far as she knew, Draco didn’t take much part in any of it, but then again, she knew she probably didn’t even know half of it.

The woman watched, tentatively as the man tried the pie. From his expression and words, it seemed to be okay tasting. Next was the sweetened ice tea. The latter was the more important of the two to her. She could go without eating, but after coming out of her way to come into this place, the tea had better be damned good. Her expression took a drastic change of amusement and content at his last words, “I wasn’t worried about poison. I just wanted to make sure the taste is good.”

The woman scooted out of the booth and waltzed her way up to a waiter, from whom she stole another fork. She wandered back to the table and cut the pie in half, placing her piece on a napkin and shoving the piece on the plate toward him, “There, a reward since you seem more attracted to my pie than me.”

She had her mischievous grin back on her face. She took a bite of the pie and washed it down with a sip of the tea. He was right, it wasn’t bad, but she could definitely make a pie better than this ruddy place. But at least it was edible. The lunch break hadn’t been a complete waste, either. How often do you get to meet Draco Malfoy upon coincidence and eat lunch with him while talking without getting his cold shoulder? Or was it only guys that got the cold shoulder…? Alice wasn’t sure.

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[Draco Lucius Malfoy]

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Ah, so the girl was picky. Draco supposed he couldn't blame her, because in most cases he was exactly the same. The apple pie had been tasty, but Draco knew he had had better. The time his parents had ventured over to Paris for a holiday once and he had ordered something that was similar from a little shop relatively close to the Wizarding Hotel they had been staying - now that had been heaven. The French sure did have a nice pension for making lovely desserts and sweets and pastries. Draco could've happily stayed there the rest of his life. Come to think of it, he probably should've just stayed in Paris - it would've saved him a lot of trouble in the future. Or maybe he should've just gone to Durmstrang like his father had first wanted. No Dark Lord to give him shite about Vanishing Cabinets over there, that was for sure. But, Draco supposed he was going on an internal tangent, and focusing back in on the conversation would be a better idea.

"They don't have a good selection. Have you ever been to Paris?" Draco asked, relaxing a bit more back against the booth. At least now the people who were entering the shop weren't sparing him a second glance. Apparently, the disguise had worked marginally well. He'd have to possibly thank Alice later, maybe send her a complimentary pie from the sweet shop he so loved, just because he always had had problems with saying thank you. It just left a bitter taste in his mouth and it made him feel like he wanted to gag. Draco was fairly certain that in most cases he would rather choke on his own spit than thank someone, as odd as it sounded. He was much too prideful for his own good, and he knew it, but oh well. Draco didn't particularly fancy fixing that anytime soon.

Draco stole a quick glance at her, a smirk toying at his features as he took in her perplexed expression. Oh, had he confused her? Good, that was very good. He always did like keeping them guessing, after all. Draco glanced at her iced tea, the desire for firewhiskey still lightly tugging at the corners of his mind. Draco tried to push it aside as he moved his cold gaze back to her, trying to lose himself in the conversation again. It wouldn't do him any good to have some sort of alcoholic relapse in the middle of a cafe - not that he would. Draco had more poise than that, but still. He wanted that drink. Draco licked his lips slowly, nodding slightly to whatever it was she was saying. Something about food? Ah, yes.

"I didn't lie. It's perfectly fine, if you're used to second best - or below that, I imagine," Draco murmured. The taste of the pie was good, but as he had mentioned earlier, it just wasn't quite up to parr. The iced tea was alright too, but he didn't really have a fancy for those type of drinks, so it had made him inwardly shudder with a bit of revulsion. Not that he would tell her that, of course. "So do people usually taste test your food for you?" He tried to picture Constance doing it, rolling her eyes and looking all annoyed. It sort of worked, minus the fact that Draco couldn't believe that Alice had conned McCarthy into taste testing food for her all the time.

He blinked curiously as she got up from the booth and sashayed her way over to the counter. An amused smirk teased his lips as she came back with a fork and cut the pie in half. Draco chuckled as he took the slice and plucked his used fork off her plate. "Well, at least I got something out of it. I would've had to protest if you had just eaten it all right in front of me - even if the food isn't as spectacular as we're used to." He paused briefly to take another bite of the pie, then studied her for a few moments before smirking and saying, "You know, I think you're just jealous that the pie's holding my attentions, Alice."

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[Alice Marie Keenan]

Alice gave him a look like he was crazy upon hearing his question. Paris -or France for that matter, whereas it may have some perverted people, it was much more to her taste. They made delicious sweets and baked amazing cakes. France was close to Belgium and they were a lot more okay with touchy-feely than the people around here were.

She answered him, with a good-natured reply -although her voice came off teasingly, “Paris? I’d live there if I had a taste-tester~! Connie refuses to stay there with me permanently for… various reasons, of course. You and other things. It‘s all good, I guess. At least there are still some good men around~”

She was obviously playing it vague on that. No need to encourage his ego too much, besides. He wasn’t the only good man left around in England. For instance, Mikey. She couldn’t really think of anyone else at the moment asides maybe that Bulgarian from the Scandinavian Durmstrang institute.

But he wasn’t from England, so he didn’t count. Besides, despite his impressive character and size, Alice needed a little more than that. Then again, he got that know-it-all from Gryffindor to get sweet on him. Maybe there was more than means the eye.

Alice was a little fussy at his wording, but since he -who seemed the type to be just as picky as her, would eat it, it couldn’t be too terribly. If he had been totally off and his taste buds sucked, she’d just force him to eat it all. A very simple method to not waste food!

The woman stared at him with a coy, innocent expression. Like forcing others to taste test was totally harmless, “They do. But very few people are allowed to taste test for me, feel special.”

She grinned, playfully. She was well aware of the man’s vanity, but she had a bit of her own, so his would just have to make room. It’s not like harmless banter would kill the man. In fact, it seemed like he needed some cheering up, so a bit of play would do him wonders. It was just about opening him up to the play. She had no clue how Connie had gotten so far into the man’s defenses, but she had confidence that she could make friends with the man too.

The woman was a bit surprised that the man could be playful, despite how charming she found him in school, he’d always seemed high-strung and tense to her. It was a welcomed surprise though. She snickered a bit, “Maybe I should have kept the pie to myself then, a protesting Draco is also very exciting.”

Of course, she said it exactly as she meant it. Alice had a bit of a habit of liking to try and get under people’s skin in anyway she could. However, he seemed to have a bit of fight himself. Jealous of the pie? Alice thought it over before covering her mouth with her hands, like she was in shock, all in good fun, “How’d you know?!”

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