First Drink is On Me

[Professor Misha Haden]

For some odd, and relatively unknown reason, the young professor had found himself sitting at the bar, of some unknown New Zealand drinks place, nursing, a corona beer. Professor Misha Haden, had been enjoying his first of hopefully many holidays from work. While he had really enjoyed the first year of teaching, he was happy to be able to take a little break. For now, the young professor hadn't done too much with his holiday. Visited various members of his family, seen some old friends that he barely kept in contact with now that he was pretty much at Hogwarts all of his time. For the most part, Misha had taken to even sleeping in his office. Unlike many of the other professors, he didn't exactly have a residence in New Zealand that made it easy to go back to every day or weekend, but, this was different. After living with an old friend for the most part, Misha was ready to move into his small, but nice apartment. It was exactly what he needed, and perfect remembering that he didn't have to spend much time there at all. It was good for the young Professor who was really still moving to New Zealand. The last of his belongings had arrived at his home, and so, really that was why he had even decided to leave the comfort of his home, and discover the surrounding area. Since, he was a professor at a school, almost all of the year. The occasional drink wasn't exactly allowed, and while for the most part he wasn't exactly a heavy drinker, but sometimes the occasion called for such a thing. The town he was living in, was according to the real estate agent who'd helped him get the flat a lively place full of things for young people such as himself for him to do. Much to keep him occupied during his time off. So, he had gone for a little exploring.

This had resulted in him arriving at a very crowded bar, that was relatively low in noise, bar, one group of young woman sitting in the corner, who seemed to find absolutely everything hiliarious. Which Misha didn't think possible. So there he sat nursing his beer. He had no real friends for now, he was working on it. It wasn't like he would have much bother. Misha was 6' 1, brown haired, well built, good cheek bones, and dark green eyes. He had really grown in the last years of teenage-hood, and become what most would call attractive which at least helped him in making sure people would keep talking to him. For this particular non-event, Misha was dressed in his usual dark jeans, and open collar white shirt. While it was winter but Misha had spent large amounts of time, in Eastern Europe, and northern Europe, this sort of winter was like a little bit of spring for him. Well, he wasn't as used to it now, but considering that he could apparate to and from places he wasn't exactly worried about it. Misha was considering leaving, he had his one drink, and it would probably be easier to just pick up alcohol on his way home and drink it there. Watch the football, or something like that. But, he was going to stick it out. The guy behind the bar was friendly, and when not busy they had struck conversation. It was pretty simple. Misha didn't like complicated. He wasn't going to go out his way for anything. He had little way of explaining what he did for a living if he was to make muggle friends, Misha didn't drive, and a private and secluded boarding school and his lack of driving skills and his casual demeanor didn't equate well. However, he stayed despite not feeling it. Growing increasingly frustrated by the group of women constantly giggling in the background.

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[Sofie Caris]

This is fun. Fun is good! Sofie kept repeating her mantra as she was repeatedly laughed at and clapped on the back by her friends. There were about six of them in total. She loved her friends, she really did, but they were pretty heavy drinkers for the most part, which meant that Sofie didn't really hang with them too often. She wasn't a drinker by any sense of the word. She disliked alcohol for a number of reasons. The main reason being that alcohol was dangerous and it caused people whom had a lot of it to act like idiots. Sofie was generally a pretty responsible girl, she had to be. Her father had died when she was eight, leaving her to help care for her young sister. They were both magic, but her mother was not and things became even more difficult as she started to get older. Sofie's mother still needed to earn a living as a school teacher and because Sofie was heading off to Beauxbatons, it was hard to get things done and to make sure that Helle had some-one to look after her. Mostly it ended up being that her mother would take her to work, but sometimes she was on her own. Sofie looked after her whilst she was home, allowing her mother some peace and quiet. She was always scared to send her children to a muggle school incase they performed some underage magic. She didn't know how she was going to explain that away if it ever happened. Sofie loved her mother. Even though she was a muggle, she tried so hard to do everything for her two girls. Even when Sofie and Helle would hex and jinx each other, their mother was always able to manage to calm them down somehow. She always found that wonderful, that her mother was able to do that. It was something she thought that she would never been able to do, despite being a strong woman or not. She shook her head as one of her friends attempted to climb into her own body. It was such a weird thing to watch. Sofie had to admit that she honestly thought that witches and wizards should be banned from being able to get drunk, what if they tried to apparate? They could easily get splinched, do magic in front of muggles, break stuff. She sighed, she wondered if the ministry ever thought that maybe hey would do something about it. She shook her head, it was ridiculous really. Sofie stood up from her spot nearest the back. She needed some water. Those girls were not going to miss her. In fact, she was sure they had forgotten she was there. They were so drunk. And this is why I don't have birthday parties. She told herself as she walked over to the bar, away from the gaggle of giggling geese.

Sofie headed towards the bar, repeating her mantra again. This is fun. Fun is good. She was sure she was going to have to repeat it quite a few more times until she even believed it herself. Something she knew was probably bad. It wasn't like she tried not to have fun on purpose. It was just that she always would feel guilty if something bad happened to a friend whilst she was there. She always felt like the responsible one in the group. This often made her the designated apparator. She didn't mind though, she would rather have herself look after her friends, then a bunch of people she didn't know, that would be bad. Imagine what would happen if something happened to them? It had not happened ever yet. But there was always a chance right? She licked the excess alcohol off of her lips as she walked over to the bar. She hadn't noticed before, but there were not all that many people in the bar today. Just her friends, who were seemingly extremely loud for this place and a spread of people throughout the room. However, what caught her eye the most was an extremely attractive guy, around her age, sitting alone at the bar. Surely a guy that looked the way he did would have someone in his life? She bit her lip and decided that the worst he could do is tell her to go away. She shrugged, it wasn't like her friends were going to have a clue that she was gone. They were too out of it anyway. She walked up and sat beside him at the bar. She knew the bartender fairly well. All of them had their parties here, which was why - she suspected - that they hadn't been thrown out already. She smiled at him and ordered a glass of water. Free of course, these places can't charge a person for water. She turned to look to her side at the guy beside her. He had a corona in his hands. Not bad. She commented internally. It was one of her many things to do. Though, he kind of looked... frustrated maybe? Was it because of her friends? She decided she should at least apologise for the noise. "Uh, hi... sorry about the noise over there. They get to be like that sometimes. I can quiet them down later, but they have to be really drunk first." She told him - accent seeping out - wishing it weren't true. They were so embarrassing sometimes. The barkeeper returned with her water and she took a sip, proceeding to then sigh into the glass. Much better... "Thanks."​

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[Professor Misha Haden]

With half a mind to just leave, the young professor pulled out the muggle phone he had, and began looking through it. He was pretty bad with muggle technology. Had this habit of dropping it and breaking it. Which was easily fixed with his wand, but hard to explain if his friends ever saw him break the phone. He sent a few texts, checked a few other things, and then sighed to himself. He downed the beer and then flagged the bartender once more for another drink. Another of the same. Because he was not much of a drinker, and most of the alcohol available didn't appeal to him. He couldn't handle the taste or smell of scotch, or whiskey. He couldn't handle gin, sambuca, or anything like that. At most he could deal with vodka, but that was mostly as his friends and him back in the UK, and at school had been keen cheap drinkers, which meant store brand vodka. He had not seen these friends in a while, and was half tempted to contact them, just to see if they could make plans. He could make up some lie about being back in the UK, for all of them to go out. After deciding against such a thing, Misha took another sip of his drink. He made a very large mental note to remember to make more friends while at school. He had none. And well, he was young, surely it wouldn't take that much for him to be able to make a couple of friends. Misha was for some reason really terrible at this. He had no idea what to say to these fellow professors, what to talk about, and things like that. But, he'd have to try harder just so that he would have people to drink with during the holidays. Time would tell if he remembered the note, or how many drinks he ended up drinking. While he was alone, Misha was not a lightweight, so he took a while to get even slightly drunk. Which he assumed was the reason he was still sat at the bar, rather than heading home to drink alone, in that brilliant new apartment that he'd just gotten. About to ask for something stronger, in the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman standing not too far from him. Despite Misha's looks and his outfits and how he held himself, he was not good with women. Back at durmstrang he had definitely not looked as good, and he'd had little chance to really meet and or learn how to talk with them. He was however keen to learn, keen to have any form of relationship. He was a lonely Charms professor after all. Although, he wasn't brave enough to strike up the conversation with her. Even from what little he could see he could tell that she was pretty beautiful. As it turned out, he didn't even have to. Before he could even spare her a glance she spoke, and it seemed to be directed at him.

Turning slightly to face her, the young professor noticed that she was pretty beautiful. Pretty stunning really, but she seemed nice. Misha had met plenty of girls who were good looking, and then not actually nice, and he'd met plenty of not so good looking girls who were also not that nice. However, the woman in front of him, seemed both nice and pretty. He looked over to the group of people who hadn't noticed that one of their party had left. He glanced back to her, and gave a small shrug. He noticed that while the group of girls at the table were already pretty far gone, the woman in front of him was not, and she was also drinking water. "No worries," While Misha had grown up in Texas, U.S.A, he had spent more time in Poland with his father, and some in Russia with his mother. This meant that his accent was a little odd. It was less clear where he was from, his english was very good, but at times, on certain words the Polish accent could be heard. He didn't note the girls accent. He didn't even register that she had an accent. Instead he raised the corona to his lips and took a fairly long drink. He didn't really know what else to say. He didn't know how to keep the conversation with this person going. She was attractive, and he didn't really register most of the time that he was too. So he therefore assumed she wouldn't be interested in talking much longer. However, this was a night of celebration and he'd have to give it a try. "Not much of a drinker?" he motioned to the water. He didn't try to understand why some people liked to drink and others didn't. He was much more the type to leave each person to their own. Rather than pester and annoy people about it. "I don't mean anything by that, you know. Everyone is different when it comes to drinking. I'm not much of a drinker either," Which was a little funny, as he finished his sentence by raising the beer to his lips and drinking. He really wasn't much of a drinker, but he also, did drink. He just never drank in excess really, and he never drank to the point of making himself sick. nah, that was pretty stupid. Falling silent, the young professor smiled at the woman in front of him, and waited to see if she too was interested in keep up the conversation.

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[Sofie Caris]

The atmosphere of this particular bar, was a little different to what she was used to. Though the ambiance was great, she liked the music and she had nothing but praise for the furnishings. All in all, it could not be proclaimed a bad place. Usually the patrons were decent people. She certainly hadn't run into any real weirdos yet. She also hadn't set her eyes on anyone that she found even remotely attractive. This man beside her was the first one in at least three months of coming here all the time. Too many parties had been had here by her friends and she was beginning to think that she should invest in another place all together. Sofie had to admit though, that she was greatly enjoying herself. She wasn't sure if it was the sudden change of atmosphere, not drinking or her newest companion, but either way, she was happy to be here right now. Normally, at these parties, she didn't come. Seeing that this was her own birthday party however, kind of changed the rules a bit. Though she would have been completely happy with a backyard Barbecue. As it appeared though, that was not going to happen. She smiled at the man and nodded her thanks for not worrying about it too much. She liked his accent, but she couldn't place it yet. She needed to hear more of it. Was it a mixture of different things? "I'm glad. Their only like this when their drunk. Personally I would have preferred a Barbecue myself, but they didn't agree." Sofie knew that she could have and should have put her foot down about the party. She would have liked her sister and mother to celebrate with her but she was too eager to please her friends. So she listened to them and now she was sitting at the bar with a stranger drinking water. Oh the irony! She took another sip of her water and glanced at her friends. One of them - thought she couldn't tell which because three had brown hair and they were all facing their backs to her - was attempting to climb the wall. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. Maybe it was a good thing that she didn't have the Barbecue. She would definitely not want a repeat performance of that. It was atrocious. She frowned and watched closely sensing something was going to happen. It soon became apparent what her feeling was when the friend fell backwards onto the floor. Sofie cringed. "Idiot..." She sighed, keeping her anger at bay by taking another sip of water. It was then that she registered that the guy had said something. She turned back to him, an apologetic smirk on her face. She sat next to him, not the other way around, it was up to her to pay attention to him. "Sorry, but no, it makes people do stupid things and I am kind of a light weight. Give me a couple of shots of whisky and say bye. Is that weird?" She asked him tilting her head slightly. She really, really loved that accent.

Sofie sighed in relief as he told her that she didn't drink much either, though she figured that he probably drank more then her. But that wasn't to say that he was any less of a person then her. Sofie greatly admired people that had values and didn't conform. She liked to think she was an individual. Her father had always raised her to behave in such a way that would make sure that she was always able to look after herself. Sometimes she believed that he even knew about his own impending death. It was plausible, some seers saw that type of thing. Some of the muggle clairvoyants that her mother went too when she was younger, before she got married used to tell her that her children would be special, that they would have abilities that others didn't possess. Now, assuming that she was talking only of muggles in the scheme of things, then she had been pretty spot on. Sofie giggled. "No, I didn't take any offence from that. Thanks for clearing it up though. I was sitting here thinking you thought I was a weirdo. I mean I am in a bar and I'm drinking water. Kind of silly right?" She asked, putting her now empty glass of water on the table. She adjusted her legs, so that she was ore comfortable and turned to look at the man. "I'm Sofie by the way. Sofie Caris." Introductions were always a formality with her. She would just as sooner get to know someone without knowing their personality, then with knowing it, except she hated referring to him as the guy and guy. She thought knowing his name would make all this so much easier. "So, do you come here alot? Or no? I mean, I know you said you don't drink much, but that doesn't mean anything right? maybe you just come for the atmosphere?" She looked at him and went slightly red. Gah, she was rambling again. She turned her head away and tucked some hair behind her ear. "Never mind, I'm rambling. Feel free to ignore it." Wow, she hadn't rambled like that in a long time. She kind of missed the feeling it gave her to be honest. She used to do it all the time in school.
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[Professor Misha Haden]

With a bit of experience with his own friends when they were drunk, and he was not, he could understand the feeling from the girl. She seemed nice, and he was sort of surprised that she would hang out with these people, whom it seemed she did not entirely like. But, he could not exactly pass judgement upon her, since he was alone at a bar at a private celebration for one, because he was yet to make any real friends in Hogwarts with any of the other professors. Though he doubted that some of them would actually want to physically hang out with him, since there was an age gap, and Misha felt sort of at times like the odd one out. He hadn't been to any of the Hogwarts, and he was young. He could've gone. But he hadn't. Which was fine. Misha had never actually wanted to go. He much preferred the education he had received in the north. It had been fun, and it had been interesting. Sparking the interest in the Dark Arts that had since leaving fallen wayside as his interest and desire for charms grew. Running a hand through his hair, he nodded at the girl. At a barbecue, surely people would have gotten twice as drunk. The comfort of a home, a garden, beers too many for one simple evening. Misha hadn't been to a barbecue in a long while, and not one since moving to New Zealand. Which he thought was in part ironic. Giving a small shrug to the girl he realised was actually still standing with him. He raised the beer to his lips and took a long drink, as he following her eye sight to the girl's friends. Who weren't really safe drunks, but the kind that thought themselves invicible when drunk, really, the worse kind. He looked back to the girl beside him, as she sat down in the chair beside him. This in part made him smile, at least of the surface, all the rest of him instead was now panicking. He wasn't good with women, this would probably end in disaster. But he now at least had a chance. Of something, making a friend. At the very least. He kept his eyes on her as she spoke. A few shots of whisky,and Misha was sure that any person would be gone. But, he understood her point. She didn't want to appear stupid. He understood that. "Not as much as other might make you think" He gave a small shrug, "I have Russian ancestors, I'm a heavy weight, but I still don't drink that much." It was hard for him to get drunk quickly. If he didn't eat all day maybe, but otherwise it took a lot. The same for his friends. "My friends and I can drink most people under the table if we tried."

Giving a small shrug, Misha turn back in his chair and leaned against the bar. Placing the beer on the counter as the girl seemed to drift off. He was just surprised, no matter how little conversation was going on that she had bothered. From what he could tell her friends were drunk but it wasn't as bad as it could be. Maybe she was a little too sober to be able to enjoy it. Which was understandable especially if you didn't want to end up like that. He was happy to let her escape her friends and as he continue to nurse the corona in his hands. Listening each time she had something to say. Adding what he could, though his mind was a whirlwind of panic. He was so not use to talking to women. Not so closely. He looked at her, when she did speak again, glad to have not offended her. Alcohol was that tricky thing that sometimes people got really passionate about, either side, taking offence at every possible corner. "Not as silly as people have maybe lead you to believe" He gave a shrug, bringing the beer in his hands to his lips, the girl then introduced herself, Sofie. It was a pretty name that he had to admit. Misha held out his hand to her, "Misha Haden" his name like the accent was hard to place. It was not particularly anything. Which suited Misha fine, and what made him laugh about his siblings name. Both of which to him, as a person teaching in english made him think that letters had been put together at random, and that was the name. Random mess. At her next question, or series of questions, he gave a small laugh. Rambling, that was fine. "Well, I just moved here, so I don't come here a lot, that's why I'm here. Celebrating a successful moving." He answered honestly, though his honesty would somewhat stop if the question too closely asked about magic. "What about you? Do you come here for the atmosphere?"
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[Sofie Caris]

Sofie was actually decidedly more comfortable sitting at the bar with a man she barely knew, then over with her definitively drunk friends. She knew there had to be a problem if she would rather spend time with a stranger than with friends. However she kept telling herself that it was only because they were drunk. Whether she was lying to herself or not she didn't know, but she doubted that it she was going to admitt any hard truths any time soon. She was glad that this random guy didn't seem to mind that she was here. She would probably talk his ear off though and he seemed like the kind that maybe wouldn't her talking. As much as she liked hearing his own accent however, she still could not place where he was from. But it was exciting trying to figure it out. She would succeed no matter what. She called the bartender over and ordered a light appletini. She could handle those alright. It was really only when she got to the hard stuff that a problem arised. However she could probably only have one more drink after this one and it couldn't be any heavier with alcohol, she would be off with the fairies otherwise. The problem was that she did not know at her limit was as she had never really been drunk. She did not know what kind of drunk she even was. Giggly? Violent? Sleepy? There were all different kinds of drunk. She shook her head as she received her drink and took a sip. She did like an appletini. She smiled when he told her that she wasn't as silly as she thought. Well, it had been her friends that said that, so that made sense, though it wasn't like Helle didn't drink. Her father drank a little too. But not too much. She took after her mother, her mother didn't drink much at all. Maybe three times a year. Sofie drank a little more than that though. "Well, I'm glad some-one doesn't think I'm weird. Though my mother doesn't drink much either." She told him as she took another sip and placed it on the counter. Damn his voice to hell. Though, he said that he at least had some Russian in him, so that was a good start regardless. She laughed. "I don't believe for a second that all Russians drink anyway." She said as she flicked her hair over her shoulder again.

Sofie laughed lightly as he mentioned drinking people under the table. She looked him up and down. He was built rather nicely, she supposed he probably could drink someone under the table if he wanted to. She smirked. "I should introduce you to my Grandmother. She is the biggest drinker in my family." She told him, thinking about the time that her Grandmother on her Father's side had literally drank the entire club to death. It almost killed her, but it had been an amazing experience apparently. Of course the healers had banned her from ever drinking with muggles again. She somehow doubted that she was actually listening to the healers though. She had a thing for not obeying authority. It was probably why she had been kicked out of Beauxbatons at the age of fourteen. Sofie had never heard of another incident quite like that. She smiled again. She was quite happy just to sit here and listen to him talk. Of course she wasn't going to tell him that, because even to her, that sounded creepy. She looked at him when he said that it wasn't as silly as people made her think when it came to drinking water in a club. Oh well. At least even if he thought it was, he was attempting to make her feel better about it. That was something at least right? She took another sip of her drink and placed it back on the bench. Misha Haden. She liked the way it sounded. "Misha..." She played with the name, rolling it around on her tongue. It sounded really nice. Misha Haden. It was different to any name she had ever heard. She thought that they could have been interchangeable as names. Like maybe he could have been born Haden Misha. But she liked it the first way better. It just sounded... right, like it was supposed to be. She continued to listen to him as he spoke again. It seemed he was new to the area. Had he moved for work? She found herself wondering what a man like him might do for work. Sofie was a tutor, so she went to a lot of places, but she was currently residing in New Zealand. She tutored the students from Hogwarts mostly. They were all pretty good kids too. She liked them, specially the ones that were willing to pay, not that she accepted a lot of money, it really depended on how bad the child needed help. Of course, the first session was always free. She needed to assess their strengths after all. She had a pretty good success rate if she did say so herself. "Well then, happy move day Misha." Move day, at least for her, had been rather interesting, these days she didn't tend to fill her place with much, she never knew when she was going to get a client from somewhere else. As it was, she had two on opposite sides of New Zealand, but that was okay, they usually met her here anyway. "If I may be so bold, why did you move? Was it for work?" She had to wonder what he did, there wasn't much in the way of work around here. Not for muggles anyway. She didn't know why this place was so popular for magical people like her, but it was. He kind of looked like he worked inside. So maybe some sort store or something. Though there was a school not that far away. So perhaps he worked there? She nodded when he mentioned the atmosphere. She rather liked not being surrounded by people who judge her when she says she has a phone or a television in her house. She had a muggle mother, why wouldn't she have had those things? "Kind of, I don't like judgemental people usually and where I usually hang out, judgemental people are everywhere. They just think that they do everything right and so I should follow their example, but I was brought up a little differently then most." She told him, hoping she hadn't given up too much information. Though she often did wonder how her father had told her mother.
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[Professor Misha Haden]

If ever so slowly, the company of Sofie made him realise that despite his many fears about having a girl so close to him, he was a) doing ok, and b) he was actually beginning to enjoy himself. He wasn't sure at which point that had happened but it had. He raised the drink to his lips and took another sip. He was sort of a little grateful for the girl's friends who were clearly not the type of people who knew what the term light drinking meant, but he didn't mind. In the same way that he respected those that chose to drink little, he also respected those who chose to drink a lot, because it was after all a person's choice what they did to themselves. It didn't matter what any third party thought, and it shouldn't. He just wouldn't be too happy if he saw one of his students behaving thusly or even just underage drinking. That he didn't stand for, not while he was an adult. Which suited everyone fine. He was sure that the woman in front of him was no underage. She wouldn't have managed to get into the bar. They had been pretty strict about IDs. Even though Misha looked well over the age required for drinking, making sure everyone was, had been what they'd done. Something like Challenge 25, he wasn't sure. In any case, he found himself growing in enjoying the company of the woman. He nodded as she spoke. Speaking of her mother and how she didn't drink all that much. Which was different from his own, his own mother had always loved the feeling and the taste, drinking at almost every meal. He was surprised that the woman even had a liver. BUt, it didn't really matter. He didn't really care. His mother was hundreds of miles away from him now. That was what mattered. He also thought her second statement was probably a little true, but not by as much as she probably hoped. "I want to believe that, but I have my doubts Sofie" He smiled at her. He knew a lot of Russians, they drank a lot. He knew too few that like him had a slight distaste for the alcoholic beverage that ruled most people's lives. He laughed lightly at her next statement. He was sure that he could out drink an old woman. Surely. If his pride had anything to say about the matter he would. "Don't make me prove my drinking abilities against your grandmother, I'd be the bad guy who didn't let the old lady win," He smiled at her again. He knew that while he was trying to play himself into being a light drink, if it came down to it, he wasn't the lightest drink, and he was a heavy weight drinker who would accept a challenge or two if he needed to. All in all, he didn't really want to think about beating an old lady in drinking. So, instead he raised the class to his lips and took a sip.

Smiling as she repeated his name. He took a drink from his beer, then settled it upon the counter in front of them. "Yeah Misha, a surprisingly normal name" He gave a light smile. "Sofie, on the other hand, sounds very french, pretty" It was his tiny little attempt at a compliment. Though he knew it sort of failed in every department. But, it couldn't be helped he realised he wasn't too good at such things. he hadn't spent very much time trying to charm women. Now, all he really did was smiling as charmingly as he could and there he had it. He raised his drink to her, as she congratulated him on his move. He ended up downing the drink, before looking round as she asked why he moved. It was a fairly simple reason, with a huge amount of backstory, well, just a magical backstory that he couldn't exactly talk about in a bar like this. But, he was fairly happy to talk about. However before that, Misha flagged down the bartender and ordered another beer. Smiling to the man as he got his drink he turned back to the woman, "It was for work. I'm a teacher, and while I trained in Scotland, and did odd jobs a bit everywhere, I managed to get a permanent position at a school not too far from here. Which is good. Just moved out of my friend's couch to my own place. Feels pretty good." He nodded to himself. Happy with his job, his new place. Everything. It appeared to him like his entire life was falling into place. He just had no one to share it with. Taking the new beer, he took a long sip from it. "Have you ever thought about telling them?" He knew he had little place to give her advice but the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. "Sorry, it's not my place to say. But, if it makes you unhappy or annoyed, perhaps it's time to change things. I did. My father had this whole life planned for me. The course I would study, the woman I was suppose to marry. But, I didn't like it. The thought made me unhappy, so I changed it."
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[Sofie Caris]

When Sofie had gotten dressed today, she had not thought that she would be sitting at the bar with a man she hardly knew. She had come here with her friends and now she was not even with them. She shook her head as she thought about it. Though she did find this man endearing, he did not seem like he was completely comfortable around her before. However he seemed to be relaxing by now. She was glad, whilst men that were nervous around women were fun, it was hard to talk to them because they always seemed to be looking everywhere but at you. She was happy that they were having a proper conversation together. It was nice. She didn't like drinking with her friends so she still didn't know why she bothered coming here in the first place, of course she was glad she had now, seeing as she had gotten to meet this great conversationalist with her. She laughed lightly at the thought. She sipped her drink and smiled at him when he told her that he doubted what she thought about Russian drinkers. Well, he was probably right, she could count on one hand the number of Russian's she had met in her life. One was from her school in Beauxbatons, the other was just a girl she had met one time at a pub, but that was it. Counting her companion, who had mentioned Russian heritage, that was all she knew. So, it was obvious that she had little to go on with regards to her opinion. She sipped her drink again and nodded. "Well, I suppose your opinion would carry more weight then mine. Counting your Russian heritage, I know three Russians. And they didn't drink much, but I suppose that could have just been for my benefit." She laughed, taking another sip and placing her glass on the table again, pushing it slightly away from her. She was watching her friends from the corner of her eye. She was going to have to stop them eventually. They were getting to what she referred to as their drop point. It was at their drop point that she would have to take them home. As much as she would like to continue her conversation for as long as it would go, it would be strange if she was able to somehow get back within ten minutes. It would be strange she was sure. Of course if she was in Obsidian, she would not even have to think about it, but seeing as she was currently surrounded by a bunch of muggles, save her friends, it did not seem like the smart thing to do. She was likely to wake up tomorrow surrounded by fire and brimstone. She laughed at her thoughts and turned her attention back to him. Her Grandmother was a hardy old lady, she could hold her own, though against a man, a young man at that, she would likely lose her own. She was good with other women, or older men, but somehow, Sofie thought that she would be dropped by him, at least, he was fairly confident of it. "Hmmm, I am thinking that my poor Grandmother would have a hell of a time with you. But I also think you could probably drink her to her death She wouldn't give up though." Sofie said as she took another sip of her drink. Good ole Bedstemor.

Sofie shook her head when Misha condemned his own name. It was most definitely not normal to her. If he was from Denmark, he would be called something like Mikael or Albert or Anton, three of the most common names in her town, let alone her country. She sipped her drink and looked at him. "I like your name, it's uncommon to me. I've never heard it before. Now, if you were named... say Anton, then we would have an agreement." She told him, pulling some lint off of her top. Misha was an uncommon name for her, maybe it was common and normal for him, but she had never heard it before. Not to mention that whilst in New Zealand she was used to hearing names like, John, William and Henry. Names that she associated with England, not New Zealand, so she was kind of disappointed in that regard. She blushed slightly when he complimented her own name. It wasn't french, as far as she knew, but the compliment was all the same. She turned her head away to hide her face as she calmed herself down. Maybe she could pass it off as the room being too hot or something. She turned back to him and smiled. "Thanks for the compliment. It was sweet. I'm Danish, well half, so I don't think its French, but it could be." She said as she flicked her fingers through her hair again. She was messing it up, good and proper, sometimes she didn't even know she did it, but it was better then biting her lip. Though her tapping on random surfaces issue annoyed her at times, but she could usually control that to an extent. "Okay, I am going to ask. Your accent? Where is it from? I really like it." She blushed, how embarrassing. But too late, she'd already said it now. For work? That was totally common. She herself had moved for work. So she had been right in thinking he was a teacher. How exciting. She wondered what he taught, english maybe? Mathematics, though she didn't know much about the muggle school system at all. What were those other subjects that they had? Like Science and Physical Education? "Oh, a teacher? What is it you teach? I am kind of in the teaching business myself. I tutor." She told him, taking another sip of her drink. It was getting low, but she doubted she would have another after this. She sighed at his next words. It wasn't that simple unfortunately. Some magical folk just couldn't understand her almost aching want to keep connected to her muggle roots. Her mother was a muggle, how else was she supposed to keep in contact unless with a phone? A car? Her mother hated her apparating and Flooing around everywhere. She always got nervous that Sofie was going to splinch herself, or get lost. She took another sip of her drink and shrugged. "I guess I have tried, but its not really there fault. I can't blame them too much, that's how they were brought up. I was just brought up alittle differently, so I see the world differently to what they do." She finished, flicking her hair back over her shoulder. She had found it amazing that he had got out of an arranged marriage though. She thought about a girl she knew in an arranged marriage. She was Pureblood, she was marrying into a powerful family and had later been disowned after stopping it. According to Sofie, Misha had done something that was quite difficult, but maybe it was different for muggles?
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[Professor Misha Haden]

Taking a brief moment to look once over the woman he had spent the past few minutes with, though the place was relatively well lit, he hadn't taken any time to look her over, he realised that she was incredibly beautiful. He was surprised that she would take any time to talk to him. He wasn't really used to attracting people, well normal people. The people he knew in Russia, UK, and various other places weren't the popular guys or girls, nothing against them, but none of them held a light to the girl in front of him currently. He smiled at her, as he took another sip of his drink. Spending the few moments to look over at the girl's friends. Smiling at her, as he realised that the girls she was with were all pretty drunk which made him laugh internally. How did someone even put up with something like that. He too hated when his friends got too drunk. He just left generally, or just drank more, just so he wouldn't have to deal with it. He wasn't too heavy a drinker, but he preferred most of the time not being the most sober person in the room when with his friends. Though he tried to always make sure that at least one other person wasn't actually drinking so that he wasn't alone. He shrugged at Sofie as she spoke. She didn't have to say that he was right, he was just expressing his experience, and he didn't mean to put her in that position. Misha was always conscious of what he said around woman, and more so now, since this woman, Sofie was pretty, kind and she was actually talking to him, and he figured that it wasn't just because she wanted something. Which happened fairly commonly. He was wondering if Sofie might just need help getting her friends home once the night was gone. He wasn't sure how he could help, but he was a pretty strong guy, he could at least try, and he could cast a small spell, to help him. He wasn't a charms professor for nothing. He knew a few tricky but useful charms. The young professor smiled to himself as he thought that, though he realised that it would look fairly odd, so he was quick to raise the bottle to his lips and take a long sip. A nice long sip of the drink, just as she spoke again. This put no confidence in him in battling an old woman to a drinking competition. He hardly wanted to be the reason of the death of someone's grandmother. Or the reason for the death of any person. Though the thought amused him. How much fun would that be for him. He would definitely enjoy it. Though it was mostly since he was just thinking of spending more time with Sofie in front of him. Misha shook his head slightly, believing he was maybe getting a little ahead of himself. They'd just met, they barely knew each other.

Giving a small shrug to what she said. He found it wasn't a common name, but it wasn't that uncommon, maybe he just knew a lot of people who chose to be called Misha. Which was why he believed that to be normal. Dull, but he wasn't too fussed. His name was Misha, and that was it. He liked it, it was dull but it was good. It worked for him. Which was all that matter really. "I like it, don't get me wrong, but of all the things to be called, it's a little dull" He gave a little shrug, and took another drink of his beer. Just as she thanked him, he felt his cheeks turn a deep red colour. Which he prayed would go away before she noticed. He was sure that Sofie would be a french name. Though he smiled at the fact that she was Danish. That was nice. It made him smile thinking of the fact they'd lived in a different area of the world at the same time a previous time. He was about to ask why she'd moved to New Zealand, when she stepped in first. Asking him about his accent. Misha gave a small laugh, raising the beer to his lips. he noticed that she seemed embarrassed, but he shook his hand to dismiss that. "You wouldn't believe how often I get asked that. My father's Polish, my mother's Russian, I spent the first seven or so years of my life in Texas, attended school in both Poland and Russia. So, my accent's pretty mixed." He explained, smiling as he did so. "We share a common European heritage" He raised the beer in a small cheers, before taking a sip. "How come you're living in New Zealand?" He wasn't sure how long she'd been in the country, but he was curious. He nodded at her question about teaching, he wondered what to tell her, he couldn't exactly say Charms, that wasn't muggle friendly, but this wasn't the first time he'd had to cover himself for the magical problem. "Don't laugh, but, I teach Latin" Which wasn't really all that wrong, lots of the charms had roots in Latin, and he was able to read, write and speak latin. "What about you? What do you tutor in?" Talking about his father's decisions for him, it was more in the hypothetical. His father had always believed that Misha would follow in his footsteps, and he would marry what his father called a trophy wife, he had no woman picked out, but he would have the final choice. Which Misha had never agreed with. He hadn't agreed with most things his father said. And then, at one point he'd just snapped, left. "As long as you are happy Sofie." He said, not wanting to pursue a topic that clearly wasn't something that she really wanted to talk about. "I'm sorry for mentioning it" He apologised, though he wasn't sure if he really needed to, but he felt that he should.

Misha wasn't sure how to bring the topic onto something happier, he was just happy to be sitting with her, drinking his beer slowly. Then it occurred to him. He looked to her, and smiled slightly, "You like music?" He knew it was a slightly silly question, Misha was always under the impression that everyone loved music, that it was impossible to not like music. Misha was a huge fan of music. Muggle and Magical, new and old. It was sort of thanks to his mother. The woman hadn't done anything without some form of musical accompaniment. Which had in part passed on to Misha. He was happy without music, but he had set up his music docking system first in his new apartment knowing that while out of school music would run his life. The apartment where he still hadn't really unwrapped or dealt with the muggle television. "It's a sort of silly question, better, what kind of music do you like?" He hoped that she was pretty open to most music, and that she even liked it. He wasn't great with woman, but if they didn't like music, he didn't really like bothering. Maybe an exception for Sofie, but it would be tricky.
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[Sofie Caris]

Sofie took another sip of her drink and took the time to look around the bar. There were a few more people here then there were before and she found herself feeling kind of worried about her friends. She had made sure that they left their wands at home because she knew they would get drunk, but she wasn't completely convinced that some of them couldn't do at least a little bit of wandless magic. It would be quite the problem if they decided they wanted to conjure something in the middle of the bar. She bit her lip and took another sip of her appletini, effectively finishing her drink. She placed the glass on the bar and turned her thoughts to how she was going to get her drunk friends home. It was going to be a problem. She couldn't apparate all six at once. She could possibly do two, but even that was dangerous. There were six of her friends, the loudest and most drunk being Izzy. She was possibly the worst Best friend in the world, she was always dragging Sofie to this place or that. It was Izzy that had suggested this place though, so Sofie had to thank her for that. Izzy and Sofie had been friends for a long time, since like first year in Beauxbatons, she was quite a bit more outgoing then Sofie and had done many more things then conservative Sofie had. She shook her head. She was definitely going to be breaking up their little party soon, before Izzy got herself into more trouble. She was bad like that. She had been thrown out of a couple of clubs, but it wasn't too bad. She pursed her lips as she watched her friend and sighed. She didn't want to leave yet, but she was going to have to wrap up this conversation pretty soon. She looked at Misha and smiled. "Well, I don't think Misha is a dull name. So there." She was being quite the stubborn little madam today. She waved over the bartender and ordered another glass of water. She needed to wash down the last dregs of Appletini. She was vaguely aware of his reddened cheeks, but she hadn't been looking directly at him, so she put it off as a trick of the light. Besides, what did he have to be bashful about? All she did was thank him.

Sofie smiled when he mentioned that he got asked about his accent a lot. She was far from surprised. She was usually relatively good with accents, so it did little to surprise her that others asked about his accent. Though she was surprised to hear of the mixture it contained. Polish... Russian, Texan. She shook her head, wow, that was some mix, but she supposed she could hear the Texan coming out in certain words, not that she really knew anyone from Texas, but she had seen plenty of movies in Texas, they all sounded like uneducated bogans. She supposed it wasn't entirely true however. "That is quite the mix you have there. Not surprised that you get asked about it a lot." She laughed, nodding to the barman as he bought her the water, she took a sip and looked back at Misha as he spoke again. She giggled when he mentioned their shared European ancestry and raised her glass to his beer as he did so. It was nice to think that they had some common ground, considering they had met so randomly and under such strange circumstances. She took a sip of her water and smiled. Why she was in New Zealand? Simple really. She shrugged. "I go where the work is. Sometimes I am in France, sometimes China. Been in England a few times. Right now though, my clients happen to be attending school here, so this makes things easier. I usually meet the students at a cafe or something on a weekend or after school, though after school is usually difficult." Considering they live in the school. She thought as she drank more of her water, this time nearly choking as it went down wrong. She coughed the water back up and turned bright red. How embarrassing that was. She turned away from Misha and coughed a little longer into her hand. Merlin that was so embarrassing. She nervously looked back at him and smiled awkwardly. "Uh... just pretend I didn't nearly just choke to death... okay?" She asked, as she placed her glass on the table and proceeded to grab a cloth from behind the bar and wipe up the water. She was still as red as a tomato, but she wasn't coughing anymore.

Sofie looked back over at her friends again and rolled her eyes. They were all so flirtsie as this point. Especially Izzy and Mina. She rolled her eyes. Yeah, nice one guys. She looked at Misha when he said he taught Latin. That was interesting. She didn't even know that schools taught Latin. She raised her eyebrow slightly. Why would anyone want to learn Latin, she tilted her head. "Is that an Elective then? I wouldn't have thought that schools would have taught Latin these days. Must be a pretty prestigious school... She shrugged, it wasn't really that big of a deal. However, when he asked her what she tutored, her mind went blank. What was she supposed to tell him? She couldn't very well say that she tutored Charms. He wouldn't know what she was talking about. Maybe she could say she tutored in english, like creative writing and poetry. That seemed pretty close to Charms, right? She smiled at Misha. "Oh, I tutor in English, mostly creative writing and Poetry, it's pretty funny to watch thekids try to write an essay on someone who died before they were even born." She laughed to herself, yes, Poetry indeed. Sofie shook her head as Misha apologised. She shrugged. "Hey, don't worry about it. You were just expressing an opinion, I mentioned it remember, if I was that worried, I wouldn't have said anything." She told him, smiling at him lightly. She wondered if she would meet up with him again. She took one last sip of the water still in her glass and nodded at his question. Who didn't like music. She laughed. "Well, you can never go wrong with Rock and I do like Pop, and I have been known to go for alternative music on occasion, but considering I am a Dancer, I would say Dance music. Anything you can dance too, I would like and probably know already." She laughed, flexing her foot, that had decided to go numb during the conversation. She would have asked him what music he liked, but instead she stood up and looked at her friends. She smiled at him and sighed. "I would love to stay and chat, but Izzy and the rest seem to be borderline blind, so I think it's time I stop them." She said, rolling her neck and cracking her knuckles. "Do you have a phone? I could give you my number if you like?" She asked, looking at him curiously.
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[Professor Misha Haden]

Although happy of his roots, it was always funny to him that people were just so surprised by it. That it caused some to be in awe. Which made him laugh to himself a lot. He wasn't a very open person, largely. He barely mentioned his own relationship with his parents and how it functioned. How he had come by to have such roots. In reality a lot of the time, most people just hadn't been bothered to ask him, which had in reality suited the professor fine. He wasn't fussed about being that known. He was glad for his apartment and the fact that ever since his arrival only one or two people had been to his door to welcome him. He'd be that neighbor that nobody saw. Which was largely due to the fact he spent most, if not all of his time at school teaching. So, when she replied about his accent with the usual not so surprised, he just smiled at Sofie. He was really beginning to like her. She had that laid back attitude that he liked in people, not just woman. He wasn't exactly going to be the best boyfriend, if ever ended up in such a position. He was forgetful and currently focused on his job. Which was great for him, but not so much for any female interested in him. Which wasn't too many, but some. He smiled at her, and let his eyes drift to her friends as he took another sip of his drink. He nodded at her response. That was fairly close to his, but he'd struck luck and got a proper job. Which was good because at that point, as he was getting fairly tired of travelling around, even if as a wizard it was nicely simple. It wasn't pleasant and he sort of missed the normality of a house and home. It was why he was glad that he had gotten the position at Hogwarts. Though he couldn't really share these thoughts with the girl in front of him. Magic was that one thing that he couldn't talk about at all. It often made him wonder about how many wizards he ended up talking to, thinking that they were muggle, who had thought him a muggle as well. It was an interesting line of thought, that Misha hadn't ever extensively thought of, only if the conversation moved to what he did for a living. He noticed that she was coughing, and panic flared within him as she didn't stop. Was she alright? That was difficult to tell. He wasn't exactly trained in first aid. He would not know what to do. He was looking around himself, placing the beer down on the counter he was about to ask someone for help, when she appeared to stop. Asking him to pretend that hadn't happened. He sighed in relief, letting go of a long breath. Picking up the beer and taking a long swig. he was smiling slightly at her, that had been odd. He wasn't sure what he would've done.

"Try to not do that again" He asked her with a smile, "I'm not really good with that kind of thing. I would've had no idea how to help you" he followed this with a smile. Though he was being ultimately serious. Goodness forbid something like that happened during one of his classes. He knew that under that sort of pressure he wasn't all too sure what to do. He knew that the fact he 'taught' latin would get her attention. He knew it wasn't too widely known or at all used, but some of the high end schools still taught it as an elective, as well as a number of older universities. Which was more than a little interesting. He had always loved learning it himself. Though for him there was little practical usage. "It's still pretty popular considering it's a dead language" He gave a small shrug. Now more curious about what she taught, or tutor in rather than him. He liked what he did, he wondered about her. He thought perhaps it was the arts that she taught, this wasn't however true, as she told him that she taught English. While he agreed about what she said, he had always had an enjoyment for history, and things from history. "Fun though, right?" He looked to the bar, and then to his drink. He figured that he should end his night fairly soon. While he was having a good time, if he stayed much longer he'd slowly get more and more drunk which wouldn't end well for him attempting to get back to his new apartment. He wanted to spend his time with Sofie, but he didn't want to end up hungover the next day. It would take quite a bit more, but once he was at a slightly more tipsy state, drinking was not something he avoided as much. He was glad therefore, when she answered his question and followed that by saying that she needed to take her friends home. He glanced over at them and gave a small smile to Sofie. It wouldn't be any fun taking those girls home. he wondered how Sofie would manage it. Nothing against her, but she was small in stature and he knew from experience that it was hard taking drunks home. A lot more difficult that it should be considering their drunker states. "You want a hand with that?" He was a little surprised when she asked for his number. He stared at her blankly for a few second before nodding. It was where having a muggle phone was at least in part useful. He was glad he had always kept one. At whatever home he stayed in. He wasn't known for texting back within a good amount of time, but he was mostly excused because he told them that it was a pretty full on job that he held. "Yeah, I do, and yeah that would be nice" he stood up himself and want to get his phone out his jean's pocket, however with this slightly surprised, or flustered manner, he ended up pulling out his wand, and it clattered to the floor beside his feet. This was odd. He just hoped it would put Sofie off him or anything. His cheeks flushed a deep red colour, as he began to bend down to pick the wand off the ground. She would think it a stick, as long as she was a muggle. All in all it would be would be weird.
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[Sofie Caris]

Sofie went red again as Misha mentioned her choking. She didn't really know what to do either. In fact, she had once had one of her kids choking on an apple skin, she had freaked out and in the end she had just summoned the apple skin, which had pulled it out of the girls throat. It could have been a very bad situation and unfortunately she had not handled it nearly as well as she should have. The thought of nearly losing one of her kids to something like that was horrific. She wasn't even a parent, or a teacher so she only had them for a couple of hours a week, but she knew that she would be devastated to see someone die like that and not be able to do something to help them. Especially if it was a muggle, then there would be a problem. She looked at Misha as he spoke again. She would never get enough of that accent. She was sure that she would be inclined to ring him, simply to hear his accent. It would not be the first time. Though the last time it was her mother. Of course that was kind of weird. She shook her head, attempting to perish the thought, it was only after Misha asked her if she wanted help with her friends that she had to stop and think. She would have been appreciative of his help, that was for sure. But at the same time, he was a muggle so he wasn't exactly going to be able to just pop them over to their houses now was he. She didn't know how he was expecting to be able to help her, but she figured she should probably say no to his offer, considering she didn't want to freak him out, freak them out or break some crazy magical law. She smiled at him, but shook her head. It would probably be a bad idea anyway. "I wouldn't say no... ordinarily, but I think it would be a bad idea. One of them is likely to do something." She would be horrified if she went to her friends house only to fine that they had attacked Misha, or told him about magic. It would be terrible, she wasn't even sure how she would handle that. She shook her head, that wasn't going to happen though, considering she had now refused his help. Though she hoped it didn't sound like she didn't like him. She did, he seemed like a nice guy, he was cute, sweet and didn't mind her no drinking policy, but he was a muggle, that made things harder.

Sofie smiled when he agreed to exchange numbers. Now she could contact him and get together some other time. She would like that. She grabbed her phone out of her purse and was getting ready to give him her number, when she saw something, she really didn't expect to see fall to the ground. She was a little more then shocked. She really couldn't express just exactly what she was feeling. What the heck were the odds that she would run into a wizard here? This was so weird, she didn't even suspect a thing, though now the whole latin thing made sense, he must be a magical teacher. She smirked, and held her hand in front of her mouth. He must have thought that she was a muggle too. That was rather careless of him. What if she had been a muggle. She tilted her head and giggled. "You don't really teach latin... do you?" She had to say, this had to be the strangest day right now. WHo would have thought this would be happening. Too avoid any confusion on his part, she clarified herself. "Don't panic though, I don't teach english." She told him, she still could not believe this though, it was the weirdest thing. She smiled. "Considering this new discovery, I actually might take you up on your offer to help. Though, I know why I have a phone. Mind if I ask why you do?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
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Ugh, sorry about this reply.

 

[Professor Misha Haden]

Misha was a quiet man most of the time. Only ever finding the energy within the classroom that he taught. Teaching was the one thing about him that made him happy and excitable. More than anything else. He was therefore very surprised, and pleased that somehow he had managed to make a friend in New Zealand. And not a moment too late. However she was a muggle, as far as he knew and that posed many a problem for him. At least in the beginning of any friendship. he would never be able to tell her, he would just have to get used to lying to her, and making up excuses for things that maybe shouldn't really happy. His offer to help her, was mostly because he felt it was the right thing to do. He had assumed that she was muggle and therefore lived close enough by. As none of them could be driving. Even Misha knew that following the end of this, he shouldn't drive, and nor should they. However, Sofie gave him the impression that she wouldn't. She'd be smarter than that. Smarter than some of the folks that Misha knew back in the various scattered places he had lived. A part of him knew that she would probably reject his offer. After all, what help could he offer. Maybe helping carrying one of them home, but she seemed like the type who would be abe to pull it off herself. Hardly surprising. The girl seemed very smart to him. As luck would have it, his offer was turned own. Which was okay with him. He would love to help and should she then ask him for it he would be more than happy to comply. Smiling at the woman he was surprised that she would really be interest in his phone number. He hadn't really been expecting it, since they had just met and this first meeting was in a bar. While he admitted that they got along, and he was more than happy to give her his number there was nothing funnier to him. He'd spent so long, and hard trying to make friends and this had come simply. She was a beautiful woman, and even as he fumbled, and thought carefully about almost every word he realised that he hadn't put her off him. Which was one of the best feelings. The professor was happy with this.

As the wand clattered quietly to the ground, it appeared that only Sofie saw. And he would have some excuse ready for if she questioned him in the muggle fashion, of why do you have a stick in your pocket. To them it looked like a stick rather than what it really was, a wand. As Misha proceed to pick up the wand from the ground he heard Sofie speak. Not really a latin teacher. Well that was funny, as he could tell from that phrase she was probably magical. Or had a sibling who was. But, he figured that she was. following what she said after about herself. he placed the wand back in the pocket and looked up at her. Giving a small shy smile as he held his phone in his hand. "No, I don't." he gave a small smile to her, both of them had lied a little bit during the conversation, which was a little funny to him. Of all the place he went, this was the place he ran into one of his kind. "I teach charms, at the local school" Which was a reference to Hogwarts New Zealand, as that was the local school. Though it wasn't necessarily close. "Are you friends, like us?" He asked carefully. Then nodded as she said that she would need his help. This sort of changed things. It meant it would be easier to help her. Since they would both be able to apparate. He looked at the phone in his hand, and gave a small shrug. "I have muggle friends, I try to keep in contact with them, it's easier than writing a letter" He said, "Which is probably a reason close to yours." Misha gave a small shrug, he knew that he was pretty bad at keeping in contact but there was no harm in trying to do so. It was all good for him. He downed the rest of his beer and placed it upon the counter. "Right, so how can I help?"
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[Sofie Caris]

Sofie had to wonder is she would ever have found out about Misha, if he hadn't dropped his wand. What were the chances of the two of them meeting in a muggle bar? The odds had to be against such a meeting right? Though considering she lived pretty close and she had been coming here for some time, it really didn't seem so far fetched. There was bound to be a wizard or two that would come in here every now and then. She had just never thought about it. Though, her friends were also magical, so they took up alot of the original equation for this sort of thing. She shook her head as she looked back at her friends and found herself wondering how many other magical folks had made their way in her and she not even noticed. She had to wonder if maybe any of the people here now were magical, though she doubted it as surely someone would have noticed a wand laying about. That had been kind of careless of him though. Dropping his wand like that, but she supposed he was probably nervous, though she could not understand why. She wasn't scary was she? She certainly hoped that she wasn't, it would be rather upsetting to know that she was scaring the guy. Maybe he was just not used to women. She had met guys like that before, though never had they been so nervous as to drop their wand. She kind of found it endearing to be honest. He was definitely cute, so that was a plus. She smirked as he picked up his wand and watched him slip it back into his pocket. Well it certainly seemed that no one else had noticed. That was a relief. She didn't think that she could keep a straight face if some one asked a question. She had never been a very good liar, which was partially why she had been so surprised when he had bought her story. Of course, there was English in Charms, but there was more Latin. Maybe that was what Misha taught? He had said he taught Latin. When he spoke, it clarified Sofie's initial thoughts. So he did teach Charms. And yet he dropped his wand. She found herself giggling slightly at the thought. He taught at the local school? That must mean he was a Professor at Hogwarts. That was cool. Her students were Hogwarts attendants this time round. Though some of the students she took on were home schooled, but that was cool too. It was interesting to see the different ways of learning there was, between home schooled kids and kids that actually went to a school. Infact, Sofie was sure that she could write a book on it. That would be a lot of fun she was sure.

Sofie nodded at Misha's question. "Yes. They are all like us. Though sometimes I think it would be better if they weren't." She wasn't trying to be mean by saying such a thing, but sometimes she worried that they would injure themselves or others whilst drunk. Though they had yet to use their magic whilst drunk, she was sure that there would come a time. Then things would be bad. She shook her head as she thought about it, trying to dislodge the thoughts from her mind. If she started thinking like that, she would see bad things around every corner. Maybe she should just stop hanging around with them. She nodded as she listened to the reason why he had a muggle phone. It was indeed a similar situation to her, except for her, it was not to keep in touch with muggle friends, but with her family instead. "Yeah, though mine is for the benefit of my mother." She told him smiling and looking back down at her phone before putting it back away. "I'll give you my number when we get the girls home. Sound good?" She asked as she turned to walk over to them. She tapped Izzy on the shoulder and smiled at her well and truly gone friends. "It's time we go now girls. I have another person to help me with you guys this time. So it won't take as long. Okay?" She told them as she shuffled them closer to the bar. "Well Izzy and Mina live together and Steph lives pretty close to them, so could you take those three and I will take Reb, Bails and Tori?" She asked, grabbing Tori as she went to wonder off. "I'm really sorry about all this by the way. She added, sighing.
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