Now you're just making me blush!
Tue Nov 26, 2013 00:46

Having the conversation shift over to his end of the table was convenient because it meant that she could return to eating. However, now that they had such an interesting topic at hand, Estelle was paying minimal heed to her meal. Perhaps this was unfortunate (lobster was a fancy dish, and objectively speaking, it deserved attention, both for its delicious taste and the bright stop-sign red of the boiled shells) but she, despite all her love of food, was not considering it unfortunate in the least. Absently chewing, she listened with rapt attention to Liam’s explanation of why he had been in Egypt. ‘Merlin, this is so much better than lobster.’ Apparently she and Liam had quite a bit more in common than she had ever imagined possible. He still struck her as being noticeably different, a bit more subtle and kind of adorably ducking his head to hide a laugh whereas she was all blunt words and exaggerated motions, but somewhere inside, she could see now that they were like kindred spirits, even if only in terms of their hobbies.

To her noticeable disappointment, dark eyebrows crinkling together momentarily as she used a napkin to wipe lobster juices off her fingers, Liam stopped after only a couple sentences. True, they had been a couple particularly informative sentences... but surely he didn’t think he would get away with only that? He’d learn soon enough that she couldn’t be left hanging. Just like the black octopus tattoo clinging across her knuckles, Estelle was hard to deter once she had suctioned on to something. “Is that really all you’ve got to say?” she exclaimed, her tone teasing while she pointed her fork at him. “You, are fond of Egypt. I,” she jabbed the fork back around at herself, “am fond of Egypt. You,” the fork returned to his direction, “are an archaeologist. I, am an archaeologist. Do you know, it’s three years now that I’ve been sitting here just itching for someone to talk archaeology with, and it’s only now I’ve learned that you’ve been here most of this time... Oh, my gosh, that’s why she set us up, isn’t it?” she wondered out loud, processing this new realization before smacking herself in the forehead. “Damnit, now I can’t even stay mad at her. The woman’s a Legilimens, I swear.”

She shook her head in some amusement, sitting back to observe the man seated opposite her. “Huh, I have all kinds of questions. But rather than interrogate you, because despite what you’re probably heard I’m really not that rude,” she grinned, recalling a comment she’d, eh, overheard from a couple students after their detentions one day, “I reckon I should first apologize for never taking much of an interest in your class before. Not that I had anything against Foretelling Arts, exactly, but I never looked at it closely either, and not really in relation with archaeology. Most of my fieldwork has been focused less on artefact design, more on shamanism and magical development theory.” And now that she thought about it, it was a bit ridiculous that she hadn’t bothered to take more notice of it, although surely the misstep wasn’t entirely her fault. Even as a child, she had never been very interested in the divining portion of magic and she knew that a large portion of her disinterest had come directly from studying under her old Divinations professor at the New Zealand Academy of Magic. He’d been rather boring, to say the least; they hadn’t done much more in their classes than sip at long-cold tea and stare blindly at smoke from candles dyed different colours, inventing shapes and pretending they could invent their futures along with them. Estelle personally didn’t believe that divinations actually worked, but now that she had found someone who was involved in both divinations and archaeology… Hmm. She was going to have to do some re-evaluating.

‘Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, look what you've gotten me into.’ That woman; how had she known? They had become friends pretty quickly and it was astounding to think that she'd be able to pull off something like this with the speed she had managed. “Somehow,” she admitted slowly, “I’m actually glad our lovely DH tricked me. I’d’ve never come if she had said upfront what this was about.” Taking up her glass again, she glanced around the office that had been turned into a private restaurant for two. “Though, obviously, don’t tell her that; I doubt she’d ever let me forget it.” She raised the glass to her lips, the quietly fizzing liquid settling comfortably down her throat, alcoholic bubbles tickling her tongue. Estelle didn’t like being tricked, although she could appreciate the art of a good trick. Thanks to her brothers, she had had to develop a more, ah, lax attitude in her reaction to those sorts of things, because she learned fairly quickly that any sort of extreme response was bound to result in something even more annoying from them. Her brothers had been close since they were teeny little kids, two dark heads bobbing back and forth in relentless circles around their small home, and when they stayed still long enough to team up properly, they were unstoppable.

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