Of Drinking and Unlikely Friendships

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Who: Poppy and eventually Fenrir
Open: Why not?
Where: the Hog's Head. You think seventh years don't know how to sneak out of the castle? Haha.
When: Oh, say, Friday night sometime.
What: Poppy's sick from having too much stress with a side order of confusion- heavy on the denial. The cure is obviously booze.
And reckless Slytherins.

For all that this

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Fenrir didn't much care about if his glass was clean or not, especially at this particular pub. He had been sneaking here for a while now and the man behind the bar knew enough to make sure that his glass wasn't scuffed or messy. If it was, consequences were not pretty and Fenrir really didn't like going through all that trouble when he was trying to take a break from it all.

Normally, he had one table that he sat in all night before returning to Hogwarts. However, his eye caught another student and he arched an eyebrow at her, wondering why anyone else would wander in here. Feeling a little playful (and since, honestly, he hadn't annoyed anyone all day), he got up and sat himself right next to her.

"And here I thought only Slytherins came here." He smirked and knocked back the rest of his drink.

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Poppy looked at him and raised her eyebrow bemusedly. She'd wanted something out of the ordinary tonight, well, here it was.
"Oh no, it's just that the Slytherins are too self-absorbed to notice anyone else," she smirked right back at him and drank her own drink. Oh sure, Fenrir Greyback was the most notorious Slytherin bad-to-the-bone kind of guy, but he definitely shook up the self-pitying atmosphere she'd started to cultivate around her.
"So then. What brings half of the great Slytherin beater couple out all alone? Forgive me if I find it hard to believe you would ever be alone."

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"Self-absorbed? I hardly think so." Once she put her drink down, Fenrir leaned over and sniffed it carefully. "You don't know how to pick your drinks," he told her, leaning back. "Not that it's any of my business what you do with yourself. It's just typical that you don't have a clue as to what is the best here."

He slid his finished glass toward the bartender and smirked when the man simply refilled it. That was the kind of service Fenrir expected people to give him. He was Alpha, they were simply dirt between his toes. Not worth the trouble of knowing.

"There are plenty of times when I'm alone." Fenrir turned his gaze back to the girl. "I'm a, what is it? Ah yes, a 'lone wolf' you could say. Being alone gives me a better opportunity to talk to innocent girls, and boys, in pubs while slowly wooing them into a dark alley where I can have my rough way with them." Or where he could, after he was finished with school, drag them into that alley and start his pack.

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She quickly snatched her drink back from him, both because she didn't like to be made to feel stupid, and also because his drink-sniffing was more than just a little creepy, "You're right. It's not any of your business."
Once the bartender refilled her own drink, she thanked him, half because it was just polite and half because she didn't want to be like Fenrir at all. He was a drink-sniffing creeper, he was.
Poppy looked at him, giving him a blatant once-over for the sake of finding out if she did find him appealing at all. She didn't.
"Oh yes, you're not self-absorbed at all," she sipped at his drink this time, "Sorry, not my type- your wooing services won't be needed."

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Fenrir put a hand over his heart and clutched at his robes that rested there. He tried to put on a shocked face, but he was sure he couldn't keep the smirk away. "I'm not your type? Oh, just go and break my heart why don't you! And here I thought you were sitting here begging for my wooing services." He shook his head before taking in half his drink.

Drinking this fast probably wasn't the smartest thing, but Fenrir wasn't up to caring all that much. It was the weekend, he didn't care about finishing whatever homework he had, and he hadn't been able to properly corner Remus in days. Not counting the day he was messed up.

Not even realizing he was doing so, Fenrir spaced out, staring at a spot in the middle of the bar. Maybe he could corner Remus outside of the Great Hall? Or a class. Or hell, he could ask Bella and Tom to help him escape next full moon so he could find Remus out on the grounds.

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"Hah. Yes, that's exactly what I..." Poppy trailed off as she realized that Fenrir had spaced out. Odd, that was. She took the chance to drink her drink for a while, and space out on her own troubles for a bit.

Until she realized her ever-crumbling denial about her situation was exactly what she came here to not think about, and decided bothering Fenrir was a much better alternative, "Sickle for your thoughts? Is it boy troubles?"
She was kidding, of course, completely sure if anyone like Fenrir Greyback was gay...well, they just wouldn't be. Or they would be, and everyone would know and they'd be too afraid to say anything. That kind of imposing thing he had going for him...it seemed rather useful.