Lonely Valentine (Open)

[MAYBELLE AGATHA PICKETT]

Maybelle loved Valentines day with all its love heart glory but never, in all the years she had been interested in dating had she ever had a date for the day itself. It was quite depressing really and she had really hoped that this year it would be different, having gotten a date with one of her fellow trainees at the hospital. At least...that had been the plan. She had made sure that she would get the afternoon off, double checked the time and place with him and had even worn a dress! All for nothing. She had been sat here for nearly an hour, two empty glasses of butterbeer to the side of her and her journal full of notes on her work before her.

Sighing she rested her head on her hand and turned to look at the door with a frown on her face before turning back to what she had been doing for the last hour. Why did this have to happen to her? Was there something wrong with the way she acted or with the way she looked? Picking up the quill she went back to scribbling in the journal, looking over her notes and adding new ones as and when she thought it might help her.

Maybe she was to dedicated to her work? She had certainly been burning the candle at both ends recently, not even having the time to fire call her parents as often as before but her work was important! Ever since her brother had died she had dreamed of being able to help other people and since she was half way through her first year at the hospital she was due for some big exams...which meant every moment Maybelle had free was spent on reviewing everything she had ever learnt. Which was a lot!

Looking back up she smiled at the barmaid as she came over to the table, nodding when she was asked if the glasses were finished with. "Oh sure, can I have another?" A smile gave her thanks as the other girl walked off before turning her head again to look at the door. Why was she still looking out for him? She had been stood up! She ought to storm out of here and give him a piece of her mind but what was the point? Nothing was going to change. She had still be stood up and she was still sat here on her own. Apparently someone out there really didn't want her to see this guy...

[THEODORE REMUS LUPIN]

sometimes i've thought about just not making any more decisions

if i never had one, i'd never screw it up

[style=padding: 10px; background-color: FFFFff; color: #000000; width: 294px; font-size: 10px; font-family: new century gothic; text-align: justify;]Valentine's Day was not a popular holiday for Ted.

It wasn't too much a stretch to figure out why. Ted was a difficult person to get to know, and his shortcomings with the fairer sex made things all the more improbable when it came to the dating realm. He also hated dating. Add all of that to the piping hot mess that was Ted's job and any unfettered women that weren't running for the hills soon found out that the Auror was absolutely dreadful at the arena in life called love. Also, all of the hearts and pink and too much P.D.A., but who's counting?

So, all of that in mind, Ted took to the well honored pass time of single twenty-somethings all over the world:

Drinking.

It wasn't anything heavy, Ted never found getting drunk fun, but he had lost count of the American domestic beers that he had sampled that night. Which was funny considering that he never developed a taste for beer. He realized this fact as he pulled the bottle away from his lips, his hand gripping the neck as beads of cold condensation dripped over his fingers. He eyed the amber bottle suspiciously as he swallowed his drag. After that he found himself not really caring about whether he liked beer or not.

See, that's the thing about beer; it's a very quantifiable substance in that can be measured by the amount of apathy a person has at a given moment based on the amount and preference of the beer(s) drank or procured.

And Ted had lost count.

Some of the sharper edges around the room had begun to fade when the barkeep lifted an eyebrow at Ted in question. Ted caught his eye and tapped the bartop next to his nearly empty round-whatever. It wasn't like he had anything else better to do tonight, right?

OOC: Oh, hi! Remember me?

[MAYBELLE AGATHA PICKETT]

By the time Maybelle had finished her drink she had come to the conclusion that sitting here all alone of Valentines day obviously dressed up for a date was really quite sad. She had been waiting far longer than she had meant to and although she had gotten a decent amount of work done by looking through her journal she was getting pitying looks from the barmaids as they went about her business and that was something she couldn't stand.

She had had far too many pitying looks in the last few years to last her a lifetime. Even if the reasons behind the looks were completely different things the look itself was just the same and it brought nothing but bad memories with them. People had looked at her like that all through the year her brother had died and she had hated it then...She didn't want to be pitied thank you very much! She had wanted her friends who had kept her afloat through the rough months she was away from home and her parents and she had needed the distraction that school work provided her. Pity had never been on her list of things she needed.

Sighing she closed her journal and slipped it into her purse, turning in her seat to look about her with some interest although it was mostly to get away from the looks. Her eyes roved across the now busy bar and she was startled to think it was probably a lot later than she had first thought it was. How long had she actually been here? It couldn't have been that long surely? Her eyes fell onto a familiar figure and an almost surprised look flittered across her face. Of all the people she might have expected to see her she certainly hadn't thought to run into the auror from the hospital. And not just any auror! Oh why did the cute one have to be here today of all days? She was obviously dressed for a date of some kind and she couldn't help but worry if maybe he would think her pathetic for being stood up or worse taken!

Biting her lip she watched as he tapped the counter signalling for another drink and considered her options. She could either go up to him or she could slip away unnoticed. Drinking had never really been her thing and truth be told she worked too much to ever have a decent social life so she couldn't even tell you what brands of alcohol there were (unless they were medicinal anyway) but she wasn't sure she could pass up the opportunity to show to him that she wasn't quite the blushing wallflower she had turned into when they had last met.

With that thought she was ordering a bottle of whatever the hell it was he was drinking and moved to sit next to him as his own bottle was placed onto the counter.

"Mind a little company?"