Needing somewhere quaint and inconspicuous, Emily Hightower Halifax was meeting a client in a Muggle coffee shop at three in the afternoon. The entire building reeked of disparity and weakness, and her nose threatened to fly off into the ceiling as she struggled to keep it from turning up. Hoping to keep her identity covered, she had charmed her hair black and tied it into a bun, put on a pair of sunglasses, and dressed in a two-piece suit, which wreaked of disparity and weakness.
She was sat at a table with a bag in her lap. Having refused service three times already, she had considered hexing the entire building as well as her client, who was running late by precisely two and a half minutes so far. It was horribly unprofessional, Emily felt, and she would express as much when they finally showed their face. This place was revolting.
If someone had told her as a child, that she would have come to spend as much time in the muggle world as she seemed to, Freya wouldn't have believed them. There had been a distinct separation between the worlds, after all. At least until her little sibling had turned out to be a squib, and well, didn't that change everything?
These days, Freya didn't quite mind venturing out into the muggle world. To some extent, she quite liked it. There was very little chance she was going to happen across a person that she knew here.
Having stopped at Braxton labs to talk briefly to Emery, she made her way to a nearby cafe. Moving to the front she ordered a coffee, and then settled herself down to people watch as she waited for it. Some idiot was wearing sunglasses inside. Freya continued to watch them, noting as she kept refusing service. Waiting for someone, perhaps?
Three and a half minutes, Emily noted. What an unprofessional piece of--
--Emily noticed someone nearby watching her. Staring at her. How dare she? A bit daringly, the sunglasses-wearing woman lifted a finger to lower her sunglasses down her nose and peer over them at the other woman. She looked familiar, this stranger in a muggle cafe, but Emily wasn't sure why.
She did note, however, that the woman was clearly a witch, as her mind was blocked off. Emily narrowed her eyes and continued to stare.
The lady lowered her sunglasses, and now the two of them were staring at each other. It was probably an awkward situation, but Freya didn’t find it so. The other lady’s mind was blocked, so she was magical. Curious, curious. There was something very faintly familiar about her, but placing it was another matter. Wait. Hold on.
Maybe it was something about the expression of the narrowed eyes that triggered the placement, or some other unconscious clue that did it. But with the sunglasses lowered, the different coloured hair was not enough to obscure someone she had gone through seven years of school with. No matter the years that had happened in between.
Getting to her feet, Freya moved over. “Emily Halifax, hello.”
That voice, the way she moved, and her face up close--yes, Emily was certain of it, she did know this woman. "Freya Halvor," she replied a bit dryly, clutching her bag a little more tightly as if the squib-lover's very presence might destroy it or her. "Why did the cat drag you in here?" She hadn't hated Freya on a personal level, but she'd never really given her the chance to be hated either.
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