Guard Duty // Open

Another day at Hogsmeade, bloody security duty. Samuel thought as he slowly paced around the door of the Three Broomsticks. He and his Auror partner, one Kiara Fitzsimmons had been assigned to guard Hogsmeade and Hogwarts with a couple of other Auror's by the Ministry of Magic. Personally while Samuel asked for this job, he did not like the work he was doing one bit. Guard duty, Samuel believed that his talents would have been better utilized in the hunt for dark wizards and witches, but Samuel insisted on being assigned to this job. The reason why Samuel insisted on being part of a task which he despised? Well his two daughters were currently studying at Hogwarts, thus he had decided that any opportunity to be closer to family was a opportunity he should seize.

Another reason why Samuel insisted that he should be part of the security detail of Hogsmeade and Hogwarts was the fact that such a detail was needed. It meant there were possible dangers, and that meant his daughters could be at risk. Samuel had decided since he children could possibly at risk, he would need to be on the security detail, while his official task was to guard both Hogwarts and Hogsmeade, unofficially, whenever his children were in Hogsmeade, Samuel focuses his attention on them, to protect them. He did have other tasks to do, but that's what you have a partner for, Samuel thought.

After a while of pacing at the door of the Three Broomsticks, Samuel walked out of the inn and stood by the door. He started to observe his surroundings, danger could be lurking anywhere and if his daughters were injured or killed because he failed to properly do his job, Samuel would be unable to live with that. Well if his daughters were injured in any serious way due to his negligence, Samuel's wife would kill him, if she did not, Samuel would likely do the task himself. As he observed his surroundings, Samuel took out a cigarette and lighter from his coat and decided to have a smoke.

Sauntering into The Three Broomsticks, Kirley looked around. For a Friday night the place was more deserted than it should have been in his opinion. He wasn't used to quiet. He didn't like quiet. He was used to music blasting, people on the dance floor, and so many people at the bar that there was a solid two minute wait to simply order drinks, even if you were famous. He liked the London party scene; it was so loud and vibrant! No night was ever the same, nor no hour or hook-up. It was a constant whirlwind and for Kirley it was bliss.

Earlier that day he'd suddenly had yet another bout of brotherly love and had apparated into Hogsmeade to spend some time with his little sister. It hadn't been all that long since he'd last spent time with her, but lately he'd had the urge to visit her more often than he usually did. The thought that she was all that he had left in this world and that he had better start making an effort had been weighing on his mind for quite some time now, and he figured that he had better start making amends before it was too late. After all, better late than never.

Shocked was putting Arianwen's emotions lightly for when he'd shown up out of the blue at her work with a bouquet of flowers so big that it had hid his face entirely. Her boss had been kind enough to let her go home early, and the two had spent a wonderful lunch together, and his sister didn't even bring up his bad womanizing habits, nor his drinking or his smoking. It was nice when she acted like the younger sister that she was, instead of a replacement mother. As she often did, Arianwen offered him to stay the night, and although Kirley disliked staying in Hogsmeade immensley because he found it way too dull, this time he'd accepted. After all, if he was going to try to make amends and bond with his sister, he needed to stick around for more than an afternoon. But he still needed his nightly fill of drinking and smoking. London had turned the two pleasures almost into a habit, but tonight Kirley needed those two vices to help him mull over a few problems weighing on his mind.

Plonking himself down on a stool at the bar, the man ordered a Firewhiskey, promptly finishing it in one gulp the moment it came. Spinning about on his chair, he leaned his elbows against the bar and surveyed his surroundings. It was a bleak scene. A few elderly wizards sat arguing in the corner about whether daisies were more effective in potions when picked before dawn or just after the sun rose. An elderly witch was asleep in the corner, her plate of dinner unfinished. A few workers from around the village littered the place here and there, but there was no one Kirley wanted to talk to. A sigh escaped his lips as he sat for a long moment, contemplating whether to stay or go home. Finally he plonked down some coins down onto the counter to cover his drink, deciding that he would go and have a smoke first.

Shivering slightly as the cold autumn wind hit him hard in the face after the warmth of the inn, Kirley withdrew a packet of cigarettes and brought it to his lips. He scrabbled in his pockets for his lighter, but the blasted thing had disappeared. Giving an internal groan at the thought that he would have to return back to his sister's to find it, the guitarist was saved by the arrival of another gent coming out for a smoke. "Can I borrow your light?" he queried, looking over the man. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but where he recognised him from, Kirley couldn't tell. A fan from a concert, maybe, or a signing? No, something told him that that wasn't it. But no matter, he'd figure out this puzzle out eventually.

TAGGED``: samuel
OUTFIT``: maroon shirt and black suit
NOTES``: kirley was two years younger than sam at hogwarts, so maybe they knew each other vaguely through classes or something? *shrugs*