Artemis still had so much of London to explore. Specifically, she'd heard of a place called the Leaky Cauldron. Even though she'd been here for a few months now, she'd still yet to step foot into the place. She had had a long, hard day at work, so she decided today might be the right one to pop into the pub and pick up a drink. Also, there came the fact that she hoped to meet people, maybe spend some time with someone, or make a friend.
While she enjoyed the work she did, and she didn't regret relocating from her home after graduating Durmstrang, she had found herself feeling a bit lonely. Being in a new city, all on your own for the first time, lead to many lonesome moments and waves of passing homesickness. However, she never let those emotions come out in her letters back home - she was always quick to assure her mom and dad that she had definitely made the right choice in her move and that she loved her new life. Which was....somewhat true.
After work, she went home to shower and change - working with creatures all day could give one an odd smell - and then headed to the infamous pub. Upon entering, she hovered nervously near the door, unsure of what to do. She'd not been to a lot of bars before. She approached the bar slowly and sat hesitantly at the stool, her feet swinging back and forth underneath her. When the barkeep asked what she wanted, she became intimidated by the choices of alcohol, and decided to start with a simple soda.
Pixie was not the most conventional of people. She didn't have a whole lot of friends, but she did have a boyfriend who seemed to be infatuated with her from the moment he met her. He was cute though, so that was okay. Besides, she found she rather enjoyed his company. Unfortunately, tonight, he seemed to be working late so she was going out by herself. It was sad, but she did suppose that they didn't have to spend every waking moment together. Going out and having other friends was part of a healty relationship after all. Your entire world was not supposed to revolve around one person, and if it did then that was just not healthy. Anyway, she was headed off to the pub for a while. Would she get drunk? Possibly. Would she end up on River's doorstep drunk at three in the morning when the bar closed? Probably. Oh well, he probably wouldn't mind that much. Right? She didn't think he would anyway.
When she got there she saw a younger girl seem to nervously walk to the bar before getting on a stool. Was she not supposed to be there or was she simply nervous about being in a bar? Oh well, if it was just nerves about being in a bar then Pixie could help with that. With a slight skip in her step she made her way over to the bar and plopped down on the stool next to the younger girl. "Hello." she said with a bright smile. "I'm Pixie. What's your name?" she asked simply. Pixie was friendly, and could probably manage to start up a conversation with anyone. Whether she could carry on that conversation depended entirely on the topic. If it was about creatures then she definitely could, but anything else was a little more challenging.
Art took the glass gratefully from the bar tender, smiling nervously at him. She sat quietly on her stool, unsure of what to do. She didn't really have any friends here, she'd never even really made that many friends during her time at Durmstrang - she was too quiet for that. She liked her creatures, they made sense to her. It was the people that were more confusing. Artemis was about to admit that she'd made a mistake by coming out tonight when she heard a voice ring out beside her.
Looking sideways, Artemis was met by the sight of an older but very beautiful woman. Nervously, Artemis took a deep breath before responding. "A-Artemis." She stammered, mentally cursing herself. What an introduction. She couldn't even get her own name out correctly. Swallowing, she decided to try again. "I'm....new here." She admitted, smiling shyly at the woman called Pixie.
Pixie liked new people, this girl was someone she had never seen before, and so she was going to go ahead and start talking to her. She was sitting next to her after all, and being at a bar what else did you do but strike up conversations with other strangers who were by themselves? Thus, she asked what the girl’s name was and introduced herself. Perhaps she had startled the girl though, as she stuttered a little. Or maybe she was just nervous around new people. Good for her coming out to a bar by herself then if that was the case, as there were plenty of drunk new people that were usually willing to strike up a conversation, or fall in your lap if they were sloshed enough.
She stated that she was new here, and Pixie gave her a smile. ”I guess that’s why I’ve never seen you here before. It’s nice to meet you Artemis.” she said with a smile. ”So. What brings you to the Leaky Cauldron?” she asked curiously. Surely there was a reason why she was here right? Perhaps she just wanted to come out and get a drink, even though the woman was currently drinking soda. The bartender brought her a glass of bourbon and she flashed a smile. She was here enough that most of them knew her order already, but perhaps that wasn’t a good thing.
She wasn't the best with people, especially new, unfamiliar people. But she was out here tonight and she was trying and that was what mattered. Plus, this woman seemed really nice. And, she was really pretty. Not that the looks part mattered, but it definitely made her more approachable. She wore a kind, inviting smile. She took a hesitant sip of her soda, hoping that she seemed at least equally as friendly. She knew her quiet nature could make her come off as stand-offish sometimes, and distant. It wasn't that she didn't want to start conversations, it was just that she was sometimes unsure of how to do so.
"I just thought I should get out after work for once." She explained, smiling as she made it through the sentence without a single stammer. Okay, this wasn't so bad. Pixie seemed easy to talk to. "I had heard a few of my co-workers talking about this place one day. Of course, I don't really see them around right now." She said, after absently scanning the pub's expanse. "Do you have....a drink suggestion?" She asked, perhaps a bit abruptly. She just really didn't drink alcohol all that often, so she was sure she'd make a fool of herself if she tried to order.
Pixie could handle strangers, it was people she knew that she had a harder time with for some reason. Maybe it was because she got annoying? Yeah, that was probably it. River didn’t get annoyed with her though no matter how much she smooshed herself on him, and that was the important thing. Thus, she thought she would be fine dealing with this girl who was alone for a while. Girls alone at bars were usually targets for creepy people anyway. Especially ones that looked slightly nervous, or even responded to people talking to them in a slightly nervous manner which Artemis seemed. Thus, Pixie would keep the creepy boys from harassing her by having some nice safe new friends girl talk.
Artemis commented that she thought she should get out after work for once, and Pixie laughed a little. ”It’s always nice to get out after work if you have the time.” she said with a smile. Pixie used to go out after work a lot more, but now she just liked going to her house or River’s to flop on him instead. It was more fun than going out to a bar by herself that was for sure. Oh, this girl heard coworkers talking about it and decided to check the place out. ”The Leaky Cauldron is definitely the standard magical bar in England.” she said with a smile. Then she was asked for a drink recommendation and she hummed a bit. ”Well, that depends on your alcohol tolerance and how drunk you want to get. I’d say start with butterbeer maybe though?” she offered with a slight smile.
It seemed to be going well. The thought that she may meet some unsavory company at the pub hadn't even crossed Artemis' mind - she'd been so keen on finding someone to talk to that she'd hardly considered that they might not have the purest of intentions. Luckily, Pixie had turned out to be a kind and understand soul. Art's innocent nature could have served to get her into trouble otherwise, had she fallen into the wrong hands. Perhaps happening upon the woman was a stroke of luck.
"Yeah I usually just go home and try to get some sleep. The creatures keep me pretty busy, and pretty on my feet. I'm a magizoologist." She said, explaining what she meant when she spoke about 'the creatures', figuring it'd sound pretty odd otherwise. She was glad that this girl seemed to think this pub was also worth the time - it seemed her co-workers hadn't lead her completely astray then. The woman suggested something called a butterbeer and Artemis shrugged agreeably, working up the confidence and requesting one from the barkeep.
While he moved to get her drink, Art turned her attention back to the woman beside her. "Are you from England, then?" It was probably a silly question, seeing as Pixie didn't seem to carry traces of any other sorts of accents as far as Artemis could tell. But, she wanted to try and pull the conversation along.
This girl seemed nice enough, and so she was perfectly fine spending some time chatting with her until River was off work. Of course, once he was off work she would like to spend time with him. There was absolutely no guarantee that she would be sober at that point, but she doubted he would mind much if she was drunk. He didn’t seem to mind anything when it came to her, which was fortunate and just meant she was very lucky. Anyway, the girl spoke about how she usually just went home and slept as critters kept her busy. Oh, she was a magizoologist? That was interesting. ”Oh, really? I’m a dragonologist. I understand how exhausting critters can be sometimes.” she said with a smile.
She was asked if she was from England, and she contemplated how to actually answer that question. ”Originally, yes. I live in Scotland now though.” she said with a smile. She had moved to various different dragon reserves since graduating, but she had moved back to the UK in the end as she had missed her friends and had sort of missed her family. The age gap between her and some of her sisters made it a bit difficult to be super close to them, but Orchid and Ruby at least she was somewhat close to. ”Where are you from?” she asked the girl curiously. She was new in town, so she wondered where she was from originally.
The conversation was flowing well, or so it seemed. Being such an extreme introvert, she sometimes had a hard time keeping words flowing. Oftentimes, her interactions would be filled with awkward pauses and prolonged moments of silence. It wasn't like she wasn't trying - sometimes she just couldn't think of what to say. "Oooh really?" She asked, as if the girl would lie about her profession or something. "I mean, that's awesome. At least you get where I'm coming from, then. Though I'll bet dragons present their own special set of challenges." She said, taking a sip of her drink thoughtfully.
She lit at the thought of living in Scotland - Artemis had never actually been there. It sounded like a very interesting place, though. "I'm from Norway, actually. Went to Durmstrang. But, my mom was born and raised in Greece, thus the name. I'm still trying to get used to things here. You wouldn't believe how different....everything....is." She said, gesturing widely to encompass the expanse of the differences.
Pixie smiled and nodded at the girl. ”Yep, I grew up with unicorns, but I’ve always loved dragons more.” she said with a smile, though she seemed to be the only one in the family to take after their mother despite the fact that all five of the children were girls. Though, she didn’t think any of them really took after her father either, which seemed strange in it’s own way. They were all just so different, which explained why she only really got along with one of them. ”Dragons are definitely their own challenge. Even just in size, most critters do not become dragon sized.” she said with a slight sigh. She loved them, but goodness were they a challenge a lot of the time.
Artemis explained that she was from Norway, but her parents were born and raised in Greece. Then commented about how she wouldn’t believe how different everything was, and Pixie giggled. ”I lived in Romania for a while after graduation, then moved to Italy, but ended up coming back to Scotland a few years ago. Trust me, I can believe it.” she said with a grin. Was she any good at either of those languages? No, no she was not, but she knew enough to get by for the few years she was there.
Growing up with unicorns sounded completely fascinating. In her youth, Art had had to beg her parents a million times over just to own a cat - she could hardly imagine a horned, magical beast. "Do you have a favorite breed you like to work with? Or any you have yet to work with that you're really wanting to? I imagine the rarity of some breeds could be a limiting factor on most accounts." She said, her curiosity growing. She had had basic training with dragons, but nothing too extensive.
She smiled as Pixie explained her own personal journey, nodding along. "Sounds like you've gotten to see a lot more of the word than I have." She commented, smiling even wider now. The idea of picking someone's brain was always an enticing one. "How was Italy? I've never been but it always looks so wonderful in pictures."
The girl was at least talking more now, so that was probably a small accomplishment in itself. They had finally found some common ground to talk about. Though, admittedly, even if Artemis didn’t particularly like creatures if she showed any small interest Pixie could talk about them forever. Fortunately the girl was a magizoologist though, so this conversation would be easy to continue. She was being asked about her favorite sorts of dragons, along with if there were any she hadn’t worked with. ”I’ve worked with most types, that’s why I moved to Romania and Italy to begin with honestly. I’m fond of the Hungarian Horntails though. They’re all so vile tempered, but they’re such fascinating creatures.” she said with a grin. The spikes were what really interested her, and she could admire a creature that was so spiteful just for the sake of it.
Apparently she had traveled more than Artemis, but she had traveled more than most people she thought. Your average person didn’t leave Hogwarts and go clear across the continent immediately after all. ”Eh, I’ve only seen some of four countries. I didn’t really go very far from the reserves.” she stated with a shrug. ”What I saw of it was nice, a bit too warm for my taste though. You can’t play with dragons in short shorts and a tank top.” she said with a slight laugh. Well, you could, you were just likely to end up losing quite a bit of that showing skin. "What's Norway like?" she asked in return. It was only fair to return some of the questions wasn't it? "And what's your favorite creature to work with?" she decided to ask. Magizoologists worked with a much wider variety of them than dragonologists did after all.
Once someone got Artemis on the topic of magical creatures, there really was no stopping the outpouring of words from the young girl. For, this was one of those areas where she knew so much, and could share so many facts. It was kind of exhilarating to find someone who even somewhat understood where she was coming from. And, someone so nice. "Aren't you a little....scared of them, sometimes, though?" Artemis asked, her dark eyes wide with wonder as Pixie described her favorites. She'd never even seen a Hungarian Horntail in person, let alone worked with one. The thought seemed rather exotic to her, really.
She was a bit enthralled by the older woman. She seemed fun, and spontaneous, adventurous and smart. And brave, very brave. These were all qualities that Artemis herself wish she possessed, but aspects of her personality which she seemed unable to tap into. "I bet you've seen so much, though." Artemis said, her mind lit with the idea of the number of things that the other woman must have experienced. She could hardly even begin to imagine living a life like that, even if it was one she sort of aspired to.
The woman asked about Norway, and Artemis shrugged a little. "It's kind of cold, to be honest. and a little boring. Mostly, I looked forward to trips to my grandother's, in Greece, in the summers. That was where I felt like I always belonged. But, this seemed like a logical home base..." She admitted. When faced with the question of her favorite creature, she scrunched her brow, thinking hard. "Well, I really like mooncalves. Though I haven't worked with any yet - I'm hoping to soon. Have you ever seen any?"
Artemis’s question made her laugh a bit. ”You can never show a dragon you’re afraid of them. Good way to get eaten.” she said with a smirk and a dismissive wave of her hand. ”I learned to stop fearing them a long time ago. Though, every so often there is a particularly nasty one that does unsettle me a little.” she said with a slight smile. She’d been working with dragons for year, and got over any lingering fear she might have had when one started acting up a little. Mostly she was just fascinated by them, and that sort of overwrote any fear she may have been feeling at the time. She just really loved dragons okay? She wanted to hug them, even though that was a terrible idea and a good way to get bitten. She would settle for hugging a baby or two that came to her from the outside though, that was enough.
The other woman expressed that she’s probably seen quite a bit and Pixie shrugged. ”Enough to know I’m not made for world travel, and that I definitely belong in Scotland.” she said with a slight smile. Her place was on the Scottish dragon reserve, and really if she started he own it wouldn’t be one that was too terribly far away she thought. She returned the questions about the places Artemis had been, and discovered that unlike Pixie, the woman never really felt at home in her home. ”I’ve never been to Greece, but I’ve heard it’s nice.” she said with a smile. She wasn’t sure how the woman jumped from feeling at home in Greece to living in England, but whatever. Maybe it was a sort of halfway point for her between them? When it came to creatures, Artemis was apparently fond of mooncalves. ”I saw one before I started school. It wandered into the unicorn herd my mother has for some reason. I think it was confused. Only one I’ve ever seen though.” she said with a slight smile.
She knew a lot of magical creatures, but most of her knowledge was theoretical. It was frustrating, really. She had an aptitude for working with the creatures in an effective way, it seemed, but magical creatures simply didn't care what you wanted most of the time - they revealed themselves when they saw fit. "Have you ever had any accidents or injuries, though?" She asked, growing a bit nosy. This was a tendency she had, she couldn't help it - the thought of working so extensively with such powerful creatures was fascinating.
The woman said something about not being made for travel, which was a comment that she sort of understood. While she did want to get out and see the world, she knew by the time she was older she'd be more than happy to settle down, find her most special place in this world and stick to it. "I really haven't worked with too many creatures, actually....I got out of school not that long ago. And you know how magical creatures are, they can be quite elusive." She said, shrugging a little. "So, what else do you enjoy, besides the company of dragons?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink while she waited for an answer.