[OPEN] :: Let a bird lean in the hole and sing

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Who: Sebastian LeMat, Velcro, & YOU.
What: Apartment hunting, working in the yard, etc.
Where: Sobek Croix, the Hellsing Guild Hall, but if you want anywhere else, I'm agreeable, just let me know.
When: Coardi

When Bellatrix arrived, he'd acquiesced and given up his old flat in favour of the safety of living in Hellsing's guildhall, but it was only ever meant to be a temporary measure. Months have passed since the first time the Mark went up and Hermione's arrival has only served to drive home the fact that he needs to have his own space away from other people. He was and remains glad that he'd been able to offer a safe place to stay for a friend, but can't entirely shake the lingering worry that he unsettles her.

Should one be out and about in the city, there are a variety of places Sebastian can be found: working in the greenhouse, reading through the papers and calling to arrange viewings for apartments, being out in Sobek Croix itself to look at apartments, or having a bit of peace and quiet reading by the fire in the Hellsing common room.

questions are never indiscreet; answers sometimes are

[amourpropre]

Who: Lucius Malfoy (Sr) and Severus Snape β
What: The older generation have some catching up to do.
Where: Aspic.
When: Misdi late afternoon.

He hadn't been kidding about the mulled wine, because to joke about alcohol is a sorry state of affairs. The scent of it, rich and spiced, permeates the air and almost lends it warmth in contrast to the chill of the outdoors. Presumably, the comfortable tavern offers other things, but everyone has a niche.

Already there before Severus can arrive, Lucius does not put on the appearance of a man preparing to spring a trap. He would probably not be visible if this were the case. He sits in one of the low wooden chairs not far from the hearth, a leg folded over the other and observing the flames and cracking splinter of firewood within them rather than the clientele. He is, perhaps, not as Severus last left him, while also being exactly that; aged a little beyond his years, wearing the resulting weariness and injury of the final wizarding war as something visible if difficult to name. Despite his recline, he is not comfortable.

He is also dressed in Muggle sensibilities, with only the compromise of being a little dark in his colours and overly formal for his surroundings. The tavern boasts a somewhat low ceiling and a bare trickling of clientele; Lucius' occupation of the hearth-side is remarkably quiet, and no one has approached him save to make sure he didn't want anything more to drink.

Cane rests, black and silver, against his leg, with his hand on the hilt as his only but very significant sign of vigilance.