The Hog's Head

For a moment, Nadya simply stared at the obnoxious colors of their hair. Where the hell were the from? Japan? Nadya smirked beneath the cover of her hood.

"Hey, if you ain't ordering, get lost squirt." The bartender rudely interrupted her ponderings.

Nadya gave him a sour look, but didn't move right away. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, but that certainly didn't mean she would lose some pride by letting someone push her around so easily. She glanced back at the pair again.

Jessie pulled out a piece of paper from god knows where, and laid it in between to large packages. James already had seen it so he did not attempt to look at it again. "So he will be here, on this road..."

"What are we going to do, make a pit trap again?" James said sarcastically, before he got waked by Jessie's purse across the face. "OwW" he grumbled before getting off the ground.

The bartender followed Nadya's gaze, and couldn't recall seeing a stranger couple. In fact, a lot of people began staring. For once, someone looked more ridiculous than Nadya. She smirked.

"But first..." They both got an evil glint in their eyes, as they smirked at the onlookers. Kicking their chair back, they did an extravagant pose for all to see. Jamse having a single red rose in his hand, sniffing ever so gentle.


JESSIE
Prepare for trouble!

JAMES
Make it double!

JESSIE
To protect the world from devastation!

JAMES
To unite all peoples within our nation!

JESSIE
To denounce the evils of truth and love!

JAMES
To extend our reach to the stars above!

JESSIE
Jessie!

JAMES
James!

JESSIE
Team Rocket, blast off at the speed of light!

JAMES
Surrender now, or prepare to fight!


"And there ant nothing you can do about it?" Jessie said in a mocking tone, her wand out ready to pick a fight.

(-_- I was worried about that... wow... and wands too -_-")

Naruto appears in a puff of smoke with his clone, and pulls a double rasengan on the two idiots, ending their life as they knew it.

"Are you two idiots for real?!" Nadya suddenly busted out laughing, laughing so hard that her sides hurt.

"Why you little brat," Jessie said heatedly, her face turning red with anger.

But James cut her off with his hoarse laugh. (https://youtu.be/jEyRhEfTqtw) He pulled out four wands that he picked pocketed from the customers, even the bartender lost his. "We are here to take your wands," he said in a gitty voice, seeing the few who lost them look in their pockets to see if they still hand their wands.

Nadya was practically on the floor laughing now. She was wheezing as she tried to keep herself steady, as she withdrew her own wand, "I'll wipe the floor with you f****** clowns!" She hadn't laughed this much for as long as she could remember, she was still struggling to keep herself contained and to keep her voice steady.

"But first..." Jessie said.

"We must..." James continued.

"Perform our grand event," they both said as one. James sliding his wands into his pocket and slipping on a mask. Jessie did the same. Grabbing one of her boxes she open and toss out several piles of sleeping gas that smog up the whole room, poisoning them to a sleeping slumber the victims who was to late to react.

Nadya's eyes widened as she covered her face with her sleeve and shoved her way out the door out into open air. "What the hell?" She sent sparks through the open door, caring not for the people inside.

While the gas still lingered, Jessie James went delicately one by one to pick everyones wand from their person. One even had three no doubt from the people he stole it from, but now it was Team Rockets.

The sparks hit aimlessly at the back of the Pub.

Once the smoke began to clear, Nadya stepped in and made a clearer shot, "PIKACHU, USE THUNDERBOLT!!! Bombarda Maxima!!!"

Jessie and James were at the table collecting all the last packages, because they were done here. They had mocking laughter as they set out to the door, but was blocked by the twerp. With their hand full they could not react as the bombarda spell hit its mark. The coffee table they sat in shatter, sending a massive shock wave into the entire building. What was left of Jessie and James were just to wholes in the ceiling, and a faint echo of James screaming, "Team Rockets Blasting off again!!!"

But one good thing was several wands were left behind intact, but most of the others were shattered.

"Tch. Who the hell goes around stealing wands? Seems pointless to me." She muttered to herself as she stared skywards from just outside, waiting until she saw the two psycho paths disappear in the distance. She then looked into the Hog's Head, where random people still lay unconscious, and a bag full of wands beckoned her. But she did not answer its called. She glanced both ways down the street, and before this mess got too busy for her, she disapparated with a crackle.

Vanity propped his feet up on the table, the chair he was seated on leaned back on two legs. He lift his mug up to his lips, sipping quietly from his butterbeer, feeling fairly content.

Seated in the corner of the run-down, poorly lit pub, Gale had been staring at his stack of papers for a little over an hour. He could have counted the reasons of why he was there on fingers of one hand, and even those carefully phrased excuses sounded like complete crap to him. Anyone who knew him would be able to see right through him - thankfully, there was no such person in the room. Except perhaps the bartender, but the man knew to keep his mouth shut. For that, Gale was grateful.

He wondered where his years had gone, after he graduated from Hogwarts. Sure, he had a steady job at the Ministry, aside the little fact that he hated it with a passion. But was this really all there was to life?
Giving up on his writing, Gale lifted his eyes and met the familiar form of a man he knew from work. Well, not knew as in, was familiar with him. At all. Gale just 'knew' him because he saw him at the Ministry often. He was half-tempted to go over and start a conversation, but... well, over the years, Gale's ability to socialise very much decreased.

Silence hung heavily around Vanity as he downed his butterbeer. He wasn't really sure why he come here-- as the years passed and the pressure of responsibility was forced onto him, he'd lost his will to hang out on the town, to party, to get wasted. But, this place always drew him back- mostly because of the fond memories he'd shared with his friends in Hogwarts- people who he hadn't seen since their too-short of a time at the school, and people who had passed away prematurely.

He drained the last of the sweet substance and ordered another, eyes finally locking on a lone figure at a table. Recognition immediately flashed over his features as he saw him, and a small smile made it's way onto his lips. He waited until the man made eye-contact with him, before he motioned him over to his table.

At the motion Gale hesitated, but thought it might be considered rude to refuse his senior. Taking his glass of firewhiskey he stood, pulling on a mask of confidence despite his twitchy limbs. Gale had lost quite a bit of his self-control, but never the air of pride that, even in his current state, seemed to surround him.

The damned papers he left on the table.

"Afternoon," Gale's voice came out hoarse, unused. He cleared his throat and sat beside the other, taking a sip of his drink.

The chair dropped back to all fours and the smile widened on Vanity's lips. At this point he was just looking for an excuse to have some company, some interaction with another person. "I've seen you around-- what's your name again?" Was that rude? He didn't know, he didn't quite care either-- he didn't really anything at this point.

"Gale. Gale Aaron. I work in the, um- International Magical Cooperation Department," he seemed to relax a bit when the other smiled. "You'd have seen me around, probably. Always running around."

Maybe not. In fact, Gale was pretty sure the man before him was one of the few that did not notice him at all.

The waitress placed another butterbeer infront of him and he gave her a small word of thanks. "Yeah, I've seen you -- I'm not really placed in one specific department, I've kind of been moved around wherever they need me." He set his elbow on the table, chin resting on his palm. "I'm Vanity, by the way."

"I know," Gale said a bit too quickly, then drowned his mistake in firewhiskey. "I mean, I know, uh- didn't you use to work with Magical Law Enforcement?"

His eyebrows raised at how awkward the other acted, finding it more funny than annoying. "Yeah, I had-- but I was awful at it, so they kicked me out of there real fast." He raised the cup to his lips, sipping on the foam that accumulated over the smooth surface. "Did you know I got a whole new department made within the first five years of me working there? ...then it got shut down within a few weeks."

Alli came in and sat at the bar, ordering a firewhiskey with a bendy straw. "Thank you." She told the waiter with a smile.

"Right? I might have... heard something of it," it wasn't hard for Gale to act interested for he truly was. He'd known most things connecting to Vanity Novario, but hearing it first hand was quite exciting.

"Aaron, you gonna finish these?" a waiter stood by the table Gale had previously been sat at, indicating the stack of papers Gale left behind. Gale opened his mouth, closed it, motioned with his hand, then curled his fist back. "No- no, I'm sorry," he stood, walked over to the table and picked his rucksack off the dusty floor, then began pushing the papers in, not caring if they got crumpled in the process. "I'm- sorry, it's just complete and utter- I'll throw them away, Andy, sorry for leaving them there."

Andy the waiter watched Gale as if he pitied him, motioned the bartender for another firewhiskey. "You need to talk, Gale, I finish at six. We could-"
Gale interrupted the other, speaking in a hurried whisper before he retreated back to Vanity's table. "Sorry, Andy I don't particularly- I don't want to 'talk' to you."

A bit flushed and quite certainly more tense than just a moment before, Gale sat down, drowned half of his new glass of firewhiskey, then turned to Vanity with an apologetic expression.
"Sorry, you were- can you tell me more about that department?"