Rainy morning means a good afternoon [Sabrina]

[Deacon Frost]

Beneath a pitch black cloak, under a mane of blonde hair was a man who kept entirely quiet the entire trip it took from the old manor that belonged to his family to the outskirts of Knockturn alley which was filled with the people who creeped him out the most, yet didn't judge him for who he was. Deacon was more surprised than any that earlier in the morning that he was sent an owl by the likes of Sabrina who he hadn't gotten a chance to talk with in the last few weeks. More so that he wasn't sure what was up with Sabrina, though he did hear from her that her son Kingston was doing well on the quidditch pitch like he expected. Deacon was still an avid fan of the game of quidditch and more so still dedicated to the Tornadoes, but alas he wasn't keep up with the team the last couple of months. Deacon simply blamed it on old age, but knew it wasn't that reason at all since he wasn't that old to begin with. A simple smirk, one that hasn't been seen in ages had formed along the bearded face of his as he roamed the dark alleyway while trying to avoid the usually merchants. The last time he roamed with here, he recalled being pestered about twenty times into buying illegal dark items or creepy items which he ended up only growling out a no as his answer.

The street itself was cold and dreary, more so from the light rain that filled the skies. Deacon could only walk as straight as he could while trying to avoid the few people that walked the streets while trying to avoid the usual folks that annoyed him. Though Deacon had to duck his head beneath his cloak's hood when he almost walked into the view of an old timely wizard by the name of Mr. Woodman who was one old timer who almost seemed to flag down Deacon and try to tell him old time stories about the past which only irritate Deacon when he had already heard the old wizard tell the same story about a million times already. Lucky he managed to escape that encounter as he zoomed up a short incline and into Diagon alley at last. There he could only give a sign of relief as he walked to the left and onwards to the old bookstore to find something knew to amuse him. Minutes ticked away as he managed to walk into the shop and looked around the shelves for something new to read. It took minutes before he crossed a section on magical beast when he remembered that he still hadn't written back to Lucinda about the invite to dinner with her family, though he didn't want to intrude on her like that and was sure she'd accept his decision to decline when he wrote back to her.

That little thought only brought him back to reality when he moved on to the next section that recalled the many tales about the great battle of Hogwarts some twenty years ago. That time he was a happy man and one that was satisfied with life, though he recalled the conversation he last had with Harold Smith some five years ago. That itself was a miracle that Harold actually hunted him down when he wasn't interested in speaking with anyone from the Smith family after the incident as he called it these days. Though he wasn't sure why Harold still believed that someone out there was still plotting to take the rein of becoming the next Dark Lord which only made Deacon laugh at the thought and knew that encounter was more likely just his way on checking in on Deacon. That reason was why he didn't much like Harold for getting involved in his business, but at the same time he did respect the man for coming to least say something to him, unlike a few others in his family. Those thoughts only brought resentment and anger to his mind before he pushed onward to the next section about ancient magic. Scanning the shelves was all he could do before coming across a book on ancient dark magic which peaked his interest and quickly he pressed his fingers around the book and to the counter.

Satisfied with his purchase and now able to get back to his scheduled arrangement, Deacon went back the way he came and past the turn off toward the Leaky Cauldron which was his next destination. Pushing past a few people as he walked along the semi crowded streets, Deacon looked up to take notice that the rain was now down to a small drizzle which only pleased him. Though before he could move closer to where he was going he stopped like he always did in front of the quidditch shop. It was more of a shame to him that he couldn't share such a wonderful sport with his own children, but alas he never got a chance to understand what it felt like to hold his child for the first time. That feeling was dashed away from him in a heartbeat which he probably could of just got over it all and started a new life but that first time had made it harder for him to trust anyone, more so about trusting the feeling of love. Standing in front of the window for a long second, Deacon just stifled a small yawn before walking away from the store window and onward to the local famed pub. Deacon couldn't tell what was in store with this little meeting with Sabrina when their last one had led to them getting drunk and causing an uproar at a muggle bar that got them kicked out there for life. That night was more fun then anything he recalled then anything he been calling fun the last while.

Now the famed brick wall had stood in his way and like so many times before, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his slender black wand. Tapping one brick, then another and another; Deacon could only wait and watch as like magic that once surprised him when he was a mere child, the brick wall had come to life and moved to open up the back entrance of the Leaky Cauldron to him. Deacon could only smile a tad bit before putting his wand back into his pocket and into the old pub. Inside there were plenty of witches and wizards of all ages, some he knew and others he didn't. For him he just wasn't sure where or what to do first' which only led him to see if a familiar blonde haired woman was inside. Without noticing her around, Deacon simply moved to the counter and looked to the one working today. "One chicken sandwich and a glass of butterbeer will do." Deacon ordered as he placed the right amount of galleons down and walked to the coat rack where he placed his cloak off his shoulders and moved to the nearest table while both awaiting his food to arrive and his current company that he looked forward to talking with. Though he was unsure what else the early afternoon had in store for him, aside from company and good food.

[Sabrina Troy]

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[/color] small petite blonde made her way threw the crowded streets of London with a fast strut. She had been visiting St. Mungo's Hospital, where one of her employees was interviewing a Quidditch player after his nasty fall of his broom a few days ago. The interview was going terribly wrong, a hot headed player who only cared about the celebrity that he had become rather then the sport mixed with a critic who hated him wasn't a good idea. Sure it would have made for an interesting article but lately Sabrina had been wondering if her journalist were up to par as their application said. Making a detour in her plans she showed up at the hospital to do some damage control and to finish the interview herself. The star instantly took a liking to her, not only had he been a fan of hers during her Quidditch life but Brina had also been his celebrity crush.

S[/color]hivering at the memory of her half an hour wasted time spent with an asshole she had agreed to go to dinner with him to finish the article. "Great..." She mumbled under her breath as she made her way past the Muggles. Sabrina was one who appreciated Muggle fashion even if it wasn't very acceptable, especially among purebloods but to hell with that. That status didn't mean anything now...and as far as she was concerned whether she liked it or not neither did their values. Everything that Sabrina was brought up to believe (but rarely followed) went out the window after That Battle at Hogwarts, and she was perfectly okay with adapting to it. She wore a short and faltering white dress that clung to her curves, high wedge heals and held a large pink umbrella in her hand. Being short was a plus only because you got to wear amazing funky shoes. And even though she was half way to being old Sabrina still had it and always would.

S[/color]he smiled to a few cute Muggle boys as the familiar old building started to appear in the distance. She was even tempted to look back at one but kept her composure and picked up her pace. She had always been curious about what it would be like to date a guy who didn't have magic. Naturally, she would probably be amazing to him because of that sparkle that everyone who could do spells had, but what made her interested is how they would treat her- Or if they would be jerks just like Wizards. Digging threw her purse she pulled out a thin long black cloak and her wand and stuffed the umbrella into it. Pulling the long cloak over her instantly made her feel more like a witch then a regular hot middle aged women walking down the street. But if anything it was to hide her muggle attire from the rest of the Wizarding Community.

M[/color]aking sure that she was set not to receive anymore looks then she was already going to get from just being her. Sabrina decided that it was okay for her to enter the world that was imaginary to everyone else. A rush of excitement went threw her stomach as she gave a little smirk from under her hood. She felt like a little kid who had discovered fairies in her back yard and was sworn to keep the magical world she discovered a secret. She thought it kind of fun that she was more then an ordinary person walking down the street and she never tired of it.

H[/color]er black hooded figure stepped into the bar and looked around. She looked like she could have been naked under her cloak because all you could see was a bare leg now and then. Her signature blonde hair spilled in waves out of her hood and almost past her bust. Looking up she instantly found the shaggy man she was looking for. She raised her hand revealing small slender fingers and waved at him before going to place her order. She removed her black hood when she reached the counter and gave a charming smile before answering the standard question of what she wanted. "I'll just have my regular. Turkey sandwich, with cucumbers and a sparkling water...Actually make that the best goblin wine you got."

T[/color]uring around Brina let her smile get wider as she made her way to Deacon. "Hey love!" She leaned over to give him a beck on the forehead so that he needn't stand up and sat in the chair right next to him rather then on the opposite side. "I had about the worst day at work today. Its like no one appreciates the complicated art of Quidditch anymore. Its all about being a start. I guess i understand that bit though...getting caught up." She sighed a bit placing her purse down next to her. The best thing about having old friends was that you didn't have to wait for a question before you started rambling."But anyway...i was hoping just an invitation from me was all you needed to get out of the house i see i wasn't wrong then?"

H[/color]er big piercing blue eyes looked up at his with a soft expression. She knew that Deacon felt miserable now and then and hated more then anyone to see it happen. He was one of the most important people in her life now that most of her old friends had gone their separate ways to find their own sense of purpose. Plus he had basically seen everything in her life and had been there since and after hogwarts. For which she was grateful. "Love i think we are going to need to do something about you. I want you to be happy and as annoying as me butting into your life might be, you know i only want the best for you." Her icy eyes stayed fixed on him but her expression was now a little more serious. Sabrina half expected to be married at the age she was now. But at the same time after her and the whole Lafayette thing she knew it wouldn't happen. Deacon however was the one who was supposed to have the family she always wanted.

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[Deacon Frost]

It seemed like a short long trip to memory lane before his attention was averted away from his thoughts into the incoming sandwich that was placed before him. A short grin fazed across the man's face as he was quite pleased with the arrival of his chicken sandwich and butterbeer. It was a bit odd to not have alcohol in front of the man, but the past three years he didn't really see the point in drinking so much alcohol so he actually had eased off quite a bit in that department. Right now at this moment, Deacon only wanted to sit down and eat away at his food. A solid bite into the sandwich and a small sip of the delicious butterbeer had left the man with a satisfying fill in his stomach. It had been a trying few days since his encounter with the ex, more so with the small bump that was left on the back of his head when he was stunned without warning. Though he was bitter with the end result of that meeting, he never did hold any care for their relationship all these years like anyone would like to believe. It was more to the fact that all these years, he still had no answers about when and why things ended like they did. Why she lied to him about the relationship and had him believe she was carrying his child when she wasn't.

It was these thoughts that had people talking that he had gone mad, yet the truth was he had a clear mind just not one that was focused on the path he should be on. Deacon could even recall the moment when he met an old classmate who actually had the courage to ask him how he felt about what Riley did to him, though he didn't answer that particular question he was still annoyed with the fact that people were still talking about something that happened a long time ago. Deacon took another bite of his sandwich as he really was annoying himself by allowing his thoughts to think back about the woman who crushed him, yet one he didn't pine for like when he was just a mere boy. Those glory days at Hogwarts had seemed like such a long time ago, now that he looked back on them yet he snapped those thoughts away by the sound and arrival of his guest. A grin formed out his lips when he looked up and was greeted with such a cheerful greeting and a kiss upon his forehead. This woman before him was one reason why he still felt connected with the past life, just cause he was glad to still have friends in this world like her.

"My, my, still looking beautiful as always there my dear sweet Brina-Pooh" Deacon said with a light chuckle. It was like forever since he last really called her that name, but one he wouldn't easily forget anytime soon. Though he could only smirk when she spoke about her day which was amusing about just how much the sport of quidditch had changed in the last twenty years. "Well what do you expect, the game back in the day was all about the game itself. The wind blowing through ones hair and the excitement that built in ones stomach just before a big game came up. I mean I remember just how fun and enjoyable I had when I was playing chaser for the Slytherin quidditch team. Though I gave that up once school was over and the start of building a family had overcome me then." Deacon said to Sabrina while remembering the fun that quidditch had given him. Though he was proud of the accomplishments that Sabrina had done with the game itself and how much in turn her son had become such a star today.

"Hey, I get out of the house once in awhile, I just like it better at home and away from all the odd balls that wander the streets. Plus it's more relaxing and less stressful at home then out here." Deacon commented while pleased with his answer though inside he was just laughing at himself. Maybe it wasn't a real answer but one that came out and relaxing the mood around himself as he looked back to her. Smiling and shaking his head, he couldn't believe for the millionth time that she spoke about making him happy all over again. Deacon really didn't think he was that gloomy but didn't really need to advert to his old self. That part of him died a long time ago, a side that he did enjoy but felt was beneath him now and right now he did find inner peace with himself and the life he lived. Maybe he wasn't settled like Kenneth tried to rub into his face, but Deacon didn't care at the moment if he was settled. Wizards and witches lived longer than muggles and he knew that he had plenty of time to settle down when the time came for it. Plus why settle when their wasn't anyone he was looking at in particular these days in the field of love.

"You know you really don't have to bother with trying to get me all happy and back to my old self you know. I'm fine and happy right now as we speak. I'm just not the same Deacon that we both grew up with cause I've done some growing up in the last twenty years, though the world likes to make it sound like I haven't." Deacon said with a smirk and a chuckle that sounded more pleasing then depressing. "Look I promise if it helps I'll trim the hair and shave abit, though I kind like my hair and facial hair the way that it looks." Deacon added in while looking over to her with a smug grin across his face while knowing she was bound to tell him that he was a fool. Maybe a lovable fool but a fool indeed. Though he supposed he could let her in on his last couple of days or so, but first he needed another bite of his sandwich and a sip of his drink. Boy was the food good today, or least he thought so as he swallowed it as quickly as it went in. "If you must know since we both know how much you love butting into my life, I actually ran across Riley and her husband." Deacon informed Sabrina while wondering if she'd catch on what he was saying.

In all the years since it happened, Hardly had Deacon ever spoken Riley's name, he always seemed to refer her as 'her' or 'that woman' or some matter of tone. Though even know he still doesn't speak Kenneth's name just cause he found new reasons to hate the man every passing day. "Still I haven't gotten answers about when and why they hooked up and lied to me, yet would you believe that crackpot of a man of hers had actually accused me of being a servant of the long dead dark one." Deacon said while knowing that accusation had hit him harder than he liked. "Also I found out that he has quite a trigger finger with his wand when he stunned me off guard. Which is why I still have a small bump on the back of my head." Deacon said to her while knowing he was at least proud at the fact that he didn't throw punches or magic at the guy which says alot about the way Kenneth had handled the situation. That itself had only shown that Deacon was the better man, or least in his mind he was. Deacon could only offer Sabrina a coy but small smile as he awaited her response while he took another bite out of his sandwich.