Cadan had just returned back to the bank to report in on some job that he'd been on. It seemed to have gone well, at least in his mind. Ignoring the two traps that he had accidentally set off, and the quicksand that he'd managed to walk into. What on earth was the problem? If he'd actually listened to his boss after he'd given his hazardeous report, he would have known that his boss wasn't particularly impressed.
But no. Cadan had well and truly tuned out, because who cared anyway? So blah blah blah, blah blah, something about quicksand, blah blah, carlessness, blah blah blah. It probably wasn't even important anyway. He wasn't injured, he'd broken the curse, things were fine.
Anyway. He was walking off back through the bank, to go and find something fun to do - which also involved continuing to ignore Delilah, even though he was actually in England again, and he should probably go to talk to her. Probably. Maybe. He'd do it eventually. You're not my mum.
And then he spotted one of his coworkers. "Kendall!" he called, moving over towards her. Maybe he could have fun with her.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Jan 9, 2017 9:49:12 GMT -6
Kendall had thought that by appealing to their better nature, the goblins would surely give her more opportunities for cursebreaking. After all, she had the marks and the wits to get the job. So why not let her do it? But Kendall had grossly underestimated the kindness of the goblins. In fact, it didn't seem to exist at all. Goblins had no sense of goodness, and it had been silly of her to even think that an appeal would be fruitful. They wanted strong, capable men doing this work. Why was she here then? She had asked. As a test. Kendall had gotten very angry at that, and was promptly sent from the room.
By no means was Kendall out of a job, so she had to resign to just try harder. She had never been one to sit back and wait. She was a taker. Grumbling angrily, Kendall crossed the hall to exist the marble building. She heard her name. Even in her foul mood, Kendall couldn't help but brighten at the sound of Cadan's voice. They had gotten into a spot of trouble or twenty when they were partnered on missions together. The goblins seemed to like her more when she worked with him as well. Even if they both got told off.
"Cadan!" Kendall called, throwing her arms around him in excitement. "Merlin, it is glad to see a familiar face," said Kendall, eventually releasing him. She had never hugged him before, at least not that she could remember. It was a strange thing, that. "Want to get pissed? I need it massively," said Kendall, the corners of her lips tugged downwards in what she hoped to be a pleading expression.
One of these days Cadan was going to lose his job. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing, except for the fact that he was kind of terribly broke, and money was useful for things like...eating. He did like eating. Eating was good. He did not like working. Well, he liked it sometimes. He did not like it when he had to listen to cranky goblins. Not that he did much of listening.
"Woah, hey," he said, as she hugged him. Not that he was particularly opposed, but it was new. Oh well, first time for everything. This was fun. "Now what sort of question is that?" he asked her, mouth pulling into a grin. "Of course I do. Lets go." He was always up for drinking. Especially with pretty people. Favourite things, really.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Jan 16, 2017 7:39:33 GMT -6
Kendall didn't really mean to hug Cadan. It had just been a shit day and she sincerely needed a happy face. Her first demand was to get piss drunk, which she knew Cadan would agree to. He was always reliable for a good time. "Right," she said, stepping back. She checked her watch. It was half five in the evening, which meant that none of the clubs would be open. Well enough, seeing as she was dressed poorly for that. "I know a place in Kings Cross." She'd been to this bar once before and it had a rooftop. Even if it was midwinter, rooftops were her favourite.
Grabbing Cadan's hand, Kendall turned on the spot and they both disappeared into squeezing nothingness. They reappeared in an alley in the northern bit of London, right by the train that would have taken them to Hogwarts. Not letting go of Cadan's hand, Kendall led the way to Big Chill House. "They play good music too,"" she added as if that was important. They entered and Kendall made a beeline for the bar. "I think the best way to start off a night is with loads of jägerbombs," said the blonde decisively, glancing over her shoulder at Cadan with a devilish grin. The bar was mostly empty, but would surely start filling up within the next few hours.
"Excellent," he said cheerfully. "Lead the way." A drink was exactly what he needed after having to listen to those goblins. Though, to be fair, a drink was what he needed most of the time. He just liked drinks, and drinking, and more drinking. There wasn't a problem with that, right? Shrugging it aside as Kendall grabbed his hand, and they apparated out. "Man, side along is weird," he said, trying to throw off the feeling of apparation. "Like, apparating is weird, and then side along is just... more weird." Yep, ten out of ten explanation Cadan. Going so well.
"Well good music is a definite plus," he agreed, as she led them to the bar. He laughed. See. This was definitely why he liked hanging out with Kendall. She got his sense of fun. "I think that you are completely correct on that one," he said.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Feb 8, 2017 11:20:15 GMT -6
Kendall laughed, tinkling sound like disturbed windchimes. "I suppose I'm rather used to it. When we had to get somewhere not connected to the floo network and couldn't be bothered with a portkey, my mum used to take me sidealong." Her face fell at the mention of her mother. She wondered if her engagement had already been set up at that point in her life when they all apparated to Islay for a whiskey tasting her father had desperately wanted to attend and they needed to get there within an hour. She wondered how long she had been promised to Andrew before her mother could be bothered telling her.
Shaking away those thoughts and went on and on about this bar. She quite liked it, the comfortable sofas and the loud music and the roof bar. There was something to be said about someone so amenable to jagerbombs so early in the night. Kendall beamed at Cadan and gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. "Everyone else thinks they're vile. I think I'll keep you," she said with another laugh. She headed to the bar and ordered four, passing the bartender a twenty pound note. "And good prices," she added as an afterthought. Getting drunk cheap was always so good. She had gotten good with muggle money, especially with all the time she was spending in London.
"Well, Cadan. To your demons," said Kendall, holding her first shot. She dropped the jager into the redbull and knocked it back in just under five seconds. Licking her lips, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye to see how he was faring.
"You're talking to the only magical person in my family," he said. "Apparating might kill my parents from shock." Not that he really talked to them much anymore. He dropped in sometimes. But well. He'd never been particularly close to them, and they didn't always approve of his general attitude to life. Whatever. Their loss. It was so their loss. He noticed Kendall's face fall, and he eyed her. "You right?" he asked. Was it his business? Probably not. Was he good at minding his business? Nope.
"Well that's a sure fire sign that you need new friends," he said with a grin. "Cheap is very nice." He was used to drinking all sort of shit because it was cheap, because he didn't really have a great deal of disposable income to be spending on things. Maybe because he spent a lot of money on drinks. Was that a problem? Nah.
"Demons? What demons?" he laughed, and knocked back his drink. "I think we need another round." Getting atrociously drunk seemed the best way to spend an evening.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Mar 1, 2017 5:06:43 GMT -6
Kendall looked at Cadan in shock. "You're a muggleborn?" she repeated, caught unawares by this information. Perhaps her reaction was not what it should have been, but she had been raised in a household where the 'purebloods are better' belief was preached. While Kendall staunchly did not support this, it was still a bit difficult to mask her shock. "That's cool. What was it like, growing up without magic?" she asked. It may have been a senseless question, but Kendall was curious. She started thinking of her family and subsequently her engagement and her face fell. Cadan asked if she was alright. No, she was not. She wasn't sure if she wanted to tell him, though, so she just shrugged.
"Well, luckily I have you," said Kendall. And in this moment, she was very glad indeed to have Cadan. He was just the right mix of ruggedly handsome and stupidly daring that she needed in her life. She jokingly toasted to his demons and knocked back the first of many drinks to come, the second shortly after since she had ordered four. She laughed and shrugged again. "Whatever they may be, we all have them" said Kendall sagely. "Loads more," she agreed, signalling for their next drink. "Same old poison, old chap?" asked Kendall cheekily.
At her shock, Cadan frowned slightly. Was that really something to be so surprised about? His defences raising, he looked back at her. "I am, yeah." He didn't like feeling as though it was something that he shouldn't be able to admit freely, that he should be careful about who he told. She was shocked, but she didn't seem to be reacting badly? "Why is that so surprising? There are lots of muggleborns." He shrugged her shoulders. "It was finding out that I had magic that was the weird thing. Having something that wasn't seen as real." Magic had been stories for children, fantasies, nothing more.
"You are, yes," he said with a grin. "I'm all you'll need, clearly." Like anyone actually did need him. But no time for those thoughts right now. He downed his two drinks quickly - the best way to drink drinks, clearly - and then grinned over at her. "Same one. New one. I'm really not too fussed." Drinks were drinks were drinks, he wasn't going to complain.
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Mar 8, 2017 15:16:54 GMT -6
Kendall frowned. "I didn't mean it like that," she said quickly. "It's just... you know I was raised to think purebloods were more magic and better. Which I don't believe in. Sometimes I slip up but I don't believe that. I fight for what's right and what's right is we're all magic," said Kendall in a low voice. She didn't say more, mostly because she had said too much already. Her tongue was already loosening from the alcohol, and they were only a few drinks in. "I'm sorry," she added automatically.
Kendall couldn't imagine a life without magic. Without her mum to do the cooking and other household charms. Without her dad apparating to work every day. Driving seemed very slow compared to instantaneously disappearing and reappearing. "Strange," she murmured, before downing the second shot. Kendall mentioned feeling lucky she had Cadan, which was true. He was the remedy to a bad day, and she'd had a bad few weeks. "Yes you are," she agreed again, throwing his arms around him once more and giving him a tight squeeze.
"Two double vodka lemonades, please!" said Kendall brightly to the bartender who prepared the drinks with a nod. She turned back to Cadan after taking a long sip of her new drink. She appraised him, sucking on her straw. "I'm engaged. Suddenly. It sucks," Kendall burst out after a moment. Well, that wasn't the best way of putting it out there but there it was.
He was going to accept that apology - after all, it was difficult to unlearn the things that you parents had taught you - but then he squinted. "What's right is we're all magic?" he quoted, and raised an eyebrow. "So those with no magic are not?" Maybe she didn't mean it like that, but it was the way that it had come across. Muggles were seen as even worse in the eyes of many purebloods, and Cadan might not have a lot to do with his muggle family anymore, but they were still his family. Those were still his roots.
His having magic had made a lot of things make sense. All the little weird things that had gone on in his life had suddenly started making sense. They weren't just weird occurances, they were magic. Which was pretty weird on their own, to be fair. Oh, suddenly they were hugging again. Kendall was very huggy. Not that he was really complaining. Physical affection was nice. And she was also very pretty.
"A girl after my heart," he said teasingly as he picked up his new drink and took a mouthful. And then he blinked. Engaged? Welp. Sucks to be her. Being engaged did not seem like fun. He wasn't even about relationships to be honest. He took another mouthful of his drink - ignoring the straw. "That does sound like it sucks," he paused. "How do you suddenly get engaged?"
Post by KENDALL HUNTER on Mar 20, 2017 8:41:09 GMT -6
Kendall frowned. "I mean... it doesn't matter what your family line looks like. It's what you can do. No one witch or wizard is better than the other at the start of life, y'know? We all get a clean slate, it's what we do with it that matters," said Kendall, squirming under his glare. She didn't want to talk about it anymore, it had come out wrong. Kendall had always been more eloquent than this, but things had gone all awry here. She sipped greedily at her drink, looking anywhere but at Cadan.
Suddenly, Kendall regretted this decision. Cadan was a coworker. He wasn't her friend. She had always been taught to never blur the lines between work and pleasure, and here she was doing just that and making an awful mess of it all. She finished her drink and ordered another one, blinking rapidly to clear her mind. She burst out that she was engaged, a little tidbit of information that perhaps she shouldn't have shared. After all, why would Cadan care? Kendall reiterated to herself that Cadan was not her friend, just her colleague. "Just pureblood rubbish is all," she murmured.
Feeling very awkward, Kendall wondered what to do next. The numerous drinks she had ingested thus far were starting to hit her, to make her emotions run amok and her inhibitions plainly run away. "Want to go outside? To the roof garden?" she asked, still not meeting Cadan's eye.
Cadan continued to squint at her, and then shrugged his shoulders. Whatever. What was the point in continuing to pick at it? She seemed like she was trying to dig herself out of the hole, he might as well stop making that even harder than it already was. "Yeah, sure, okay." He wasn't usually quite so picky about it. He mostly didn't care. But then, maybe he was just usually around people that didn't make those comments. The war years had been rough, especially the main one and he tried his best to not actually think about it. Because that was how life worked, right?
"Oh what fun," he said, downing the rest of his drink. Right, yeah. The purebloods and their nonsense of trying to keep their lines pure. Of course sudden engagements would seem to happen all over the place. "Trying to drink enough so you forget about it?" he asked her teasingly, as he ordered himself another thing to drink. Maybe he should calm down a little. Nah. Where was the fun in that?
"The roof garden sounds like an excellent plan," he said cheerfully. He was about that. "Let's go."