Anya had been rather quick when Donovan agreed to meet her at the Three Broomsticks. She was desperate, in a way that she hadn’t been for a while, to let loose. There was something about seeing a young girl, laying on the floor in her own blood that struck a cord with Anya. Maybe it was simply the setting. In a school that most had previously thought to be safe, so many attacks seemed to have been happening. Even these children were now being exposed to the dark realities of the world, and although Anya loved her job, it was seeing the child turn into an adult too soon that crushed her. She knew that feeling, and she knew what it felt to drift away from the stunning light that childhood had brought. Growing up too fast was perhaps the most tragic of all things, and these students were experiencing it much too early. With these thoughts running through her mind, the walk was quick. She hadn’t brought a coat, not even thinking about the potential weather conditions. Her normally sharp mind was drifting lately, and the need for a drink increased exponentially.
She walked into the pub and grabbed the empty table on the far side. Then, quickly glancing around to see if Donovan had shown up yet, she ordered herself a firewhiskey, and walked back to her seat. She felt comfortable in this sort of setting. Even with the gazes that she knew were settled on her. She was used to getting gazes that had more than friendship in mind. But, she had years of practice with dealing with someone who might have been brave enough to ask. She had just been about to tell a bloke off when she looked up and saw that it was Bailey. He of course had worn a coat, and he quickly removed it and ordered a drink himself. “Ve are dreenking togezer, Bailey, I sink you can drop zee formalities.” She paused, and began again, “Zis veazer does not even compare to Russian vinters.” She smiled in response to his willingness to let her teach him her drinking techniques, and also because she knew he probably wasn’t used to keeping up with her. “Alright, Bailey, but I varn you, I vont go easy, even if you are a beginner” She picked up her glass of firewhiskey, and downed it in an extraordinary amount of time. She picked up a napkin, and quickly cleaned in face. She might have loved to drink, but she wasn’t a slob.