When: Present Day (Game Time) Where: Diagon Alley - CafĂŠ With: Tarquin @tarqmctavishâ
Dirk really wasnât in the mood for meeting with a friend right now. Given what heâd been through only a day or so ago⌠Heâd slept last night, but woken in a cold sweat, hearing phantom voices coming from those corpses in the woods demanding he do more, that he should have helped them. Misplaced guilt, but very powerful in the unconscious mind. Heâd not returned to sleep from 4am onwards and gone through Akido drills then worked on his Giant-Tongue before showering and heading to the meeting he had planned for today.Â
He apparated to Diagon and found the cafĂŠ he and Tarquin had decided to meet at and ordered himself a green tea while he waited. The waitress asked him if he was okay with a sympathetic air which confirmed that, despite his shower, he still looked far from himself. With a small sigh Dirk ran a hand through his vibrant green hair and took a small sip of his tea. He stared down into the cup, watching the lazy swirls of steam rise until someone called his name and he jolted slightly, almost spilling the cup.
âOh, Tarquin,â he looked at the older man and smiled, âMy apologies, I was lost in my ow head.â Dirk gestured to the seat opposite him, âPlease, join me. Would you like to order?â Heâd agreed to meet his friend and he would; it was important for them both.Â
The attack was all that anyone had talked of. It was impossible to escape the panicked whispers; everyone so terrified of saying the wrong thing, terrified of offending the wrong person. It was a testament to the fact that the law enforcement didnât have nearly as much control over the situation as they would have believed.
So, Tarquin had heard about it obviously but apart from that he didnât really care. It didnât concern him because he wasnât the one who would be caught in the middle of it. He knew he had no desire to align himself with either side but purely for convenience purposed it had always made sense for him to favor the Death Eaters just a little bit more.
Considering Dirk was one of the only people Tarquin could consider a friend - Tarquin had been... concerned. He didnât have a name for the sinking feeling in his chest but that was what it had been. And seeing, Dirk sitting there, looking so disheveled, only made it worse.Â
âWell you look like shit,â he said, though there was no venom in his voice. He was in fact trying hard to keep the worry from setting in. He ordered a coffee as the waitress drifted back to their table before turning to him again, âI wonât ask if youâre alright because clearly you arenât.â He tapped his fingers on the table, âSo, what happened?â














