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Why was she even here? It was a question she must've asked herself seven times just since she walked in the door and that had been -- oh, what? Thirty, forty seconds ago? Still, though she had no answer to her inquiry, she didn't have the intent to leave quite yet. Money, adoring friends, rich husband ... ugh. It was secure and stable, but could anything possibly be more boring? Probably not. Ever since the incident in the bakery with that unsavory character Sebastion Goldstein (even in her mind she spat the name like it was a curse), she found herself exploring different haunts. The people were more interesting than the stuffy crowd she was regularly a part of, anyway, even if she hadn't found anyone in particular of great interest just yet.

As she walked through, she heard someone choking and stopped walking mid-step, glancing behind her just in time to see Sirius Black finished off his butterbeer. Her carefully groomed brows quirked just slightly and she laughed lightly at his invitation. She hadn't seen or spoken to him in a long while, not that the two were ever exactly on friendly terms. She tolerated him with the same ever-suffering way that she tolerated everyone that she felt wasn't worth her time, though with him it had been a little more playful. She enjoyed the attention and while she constantly brushed it off and pretended to be annoyed, she always made sure to encourage it with a flirty smile or one of her looks. Nothing but harmless, silly flirtation ever came of it, of course, and after graduation, she never spoke to him again. He was, after all, a disgrace to his family and the very circle she lived in. What reason did she have?

Glancing about subtly to be sure that no one was around to see her near him, she took a seat on the stool beside him and crossed her legs under the bar. "Sirius Black," she said, as though tasting the syllables, a small smirk on her lips, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"