Well, Well, Well [closed]

[mclaggenator]

Well, well, well. What did we have here?He shifted his focus from the brunette standing beside him, turning to flatten his back against the slick cherry wood of bar edge there behind him. One ankle crossed over the other, his trousers lifting just slightly at the movement, exposing the Golden Snitch socks he was wearing with his suit. Old habits

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[zoeyday]

Everything was strange for Zoey recently. She'd gotten so used to being a mum that she'd almost forgot what it was like to just ... go out. Between the studio and Isla, she didn't get out all that much, to be honest. How she'd agreed to coming out tonight was still a shock. One of the mothers of one of the preschool age children had stayed after to commiserate about her oldest having gone to Hogwarts, and Zoey had given into her lapse of judgment to admit her own separation anxiety.

That had somehow transitioned into a green dress, "beach" curls, and a mojito in her hand.

It could have been worse. She was at the end of her rope listening to the women she was standing with, over hearing about who was missing whom and someone named Elizabeth and her most recent break up from Chad (as if there was ever a trustworthy bloke named Chad, this woman was clearly an idiot).

She happened to turn, looking for an out more than anything.

And wasn't that interesting. She brought the straw in her drink up to her mouth, sipping her drink as her

[mclaggenator]

The raise of her eyebrows caught his attention.

His lips moved into a more pronounced smirk as he held her gaze, unable to help himself as he matched her look with his own raise of his brows. He brought the glass in his hands to his lips, a slow sip from the whiskey sliding down his throat as he contemplated which one of them would be the first to make the move.

If he had been a little bit younger, he'd hold his ground, willing her to come toward him- as if making the move would somehow show his weakness. But if there was anything he'd learned from his younger days, it was that some things, some people in particular, were worth the attention.

However, this seemed to start a game of cat and mouse he was already enjoying, even if he hadn't yet decided which one of them was which.

Just the way that dress hung from her curves, the way her hair hung down her back- it was enough to draw an incredible vision of what she might look like sans dress through his mind and damn if he didn't like what he saw.

[zoeyday]

Oh that was interesting. Who would have thought, Cormac McLaggen was one to actually restrain an impulse. Maybe some things did change.

Then again, some things didn't.

Zoey wasn't about to give in to whatever little battle of wills they had started. She wasn't even sure which of them had gotten involved first. Cormac was staring, but Zoey matched the look.

Who did that? And why did it make him look that much more appealing? Probably something to do with the lack of an ability to avoid a challenge.

She kept eye contact, tilted her head a little to the right. Her lips quirked into a smirk as she caught the straw with the tip of her fingertip, spinning it slowly around the glass. Zoey dropped her head in a bit of a nod toward the brunette, adding as much judgment to the curve of her eyebrows as she could.

[mclaggenator]

The brunette's name was at a loss to Cormac in this precise moment, making him wonder if he had ever gotten it in the first place. She was still hovering close to him, clearly hoping to continue their conversation, but her friend was trying to convince her he 'wasn't worth it' and drag her toward the other end of the bar. He hardly spared a glance.

He found he couldn't quite tear his eyes from Zoey even if he wanted to. Nor could he ignore the tightening in his heart when her head tilted in just such a way.

He followed her gaze, a soft chuckle rising in his chest as he took in the judgement that was classic in Zoey Ferris, the intimidation that preceded her reputation from when they were even first years having seemingly not changed a bit.

All he could do was shrug before he took sight of her nearly empty glass. He raised his own toward her, one eyebrow cocked perfectly in response.