This wasn't going good. So far she'd not been much help, all she'd done was sit there and stare at him, she couldn't blame herself though he was hot. She smiled at him and tried to think of a conversation.

Atleast the siblings thing seemed to be making their conversation continue.

Her smile widened as he said he thought he'd get on with Cody. Cody would sure like that. He didn't really have much of a father figure, apart from their step dad but Cora didn't like him Not as much as her real father too bad he moved away. "Yeah he does." Too often. She preffered him staying with her than with her mum and step dad. "So is Callie your only sibling ?"

Tinsley took a seat at a table, waiting for Oliver. He had told her to meet him there, so she had done as he asked easily. Over the few weeks she had known him, she had really grown to like him. Pfft. As if she didn't like him the moment she laid eyes on him.

While she waited, she listened to her music and played on her iPhone. She was bored, and she needed something else to do beside mentally fangirl over Oliver. Sigh.

Oliver made his way into the resturant, glancing around, his eyes immediately falling on Tinsley. Good, she was here first. Oliver Ruins waited on no one. Even if he was steadily liking this girl, not that he'd tell her that.

Smiling his crooked smile, and falling into the seat across from her, "Evening Tins." But of course, it'd be a miracle if she heard him.

Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, Tinsley looked up to see Oliver taking a seat across from him. Taking her headphones out of her ear and slipping her phone into her handbag, she beamed her breathtaking smile at him. "A good evening it is," she replied. "How nice of you to join me."

Yes, it was very nice. Like she'd ever tell him that. Snicker.

"So what have you been up to?" Besides wanting her, of course.

Charlotte tentitively walked into the muggle restuarant. Hoping for some familiar food and maybe a friendly face. Seeing no one she was familiar with she did something that she never would have done on a normal day. But this was not a normal day..she was back in England..and in despate need of human contact. Unsure of whether or not she was being completely stupid she approached a woman sitting by herself in a booth, "Hello there, I...I was just wondering if you'd like to join me for some dinner? I'm kind of new in town again, and I think I've seen you around the Ministry."

Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief and sat across from the friendly girl, she replied, "Ohh I just started in the Department of Mysteries the other day! I'm in the Prophecy Room. I'm Charlotte by the way. I just moved back here from America, I was a field reporter for New York City's Wizarding Gazette. It is sooo nice to be back in England again!" she smiled warmly and continued, "So how are you liking Accidental Magic Reversal? A lot of problems with unruly wizards, I'm sure. Are you from around here?"

"You work for the Department of Mysteries?" she asked. "AWESOME!!" she said, with a laugh. "I am really liking the Reversal Squad. Very friendly people there."she said. "I am actually from Italy" she said with an Italian accent. "But, I recently moved here. It is like my new home already!" she said. "How was America?" she asked.

"Ohh so you're new around here too! How was Italy? I have always wanted to visit there so much," she smiled, happy she wasn't the only new employee around here, "America was amazing, but very hectic. I was in New York City which is pretty much always completely insane, and just crawling with mischief. And it was my duty to uncover the mischief...so with 6 years of crazy under my belt I'm happy to have somewhat of a break! Though from what I heard, the Department of Mysteries is not very...tame, but I suppose I'll enjoy it! As much as I loved America, I am so happy to be back home in England."

"Someone's conceited," Sion said, but there was laughter in her tones and eyes both, as she spoke.

Quidditch. "I used to think I would go pro, when I was younger," Sion said, matter-of-factly. "I was taken on as a reverse, sat it out through two matches, and left the country to travel." She smiled, lightly. She didn't mind. She had achieved other things, that she was proud of. "Perhaps I will give Quidditch a try, ten years later. When I feel like a more patient person."

Contact sports?

....

"I've seen wild country," Sion said, clearly interested. "I love the wilderness. Camping. We should camp out together, sometime," she offered, cheerfully. "You know. When you aren't chasing bad guys, for once. Does that even happen, once in a while?"

Yup, I am also new around here. I got my job maybe a week and a half ago." she said. "Italy was great. It was my home country, so of course it is going to be great for me." she said, sighing. "If you ever get the chance to go, go. It'll be worth it." she said. "I do love England though. Everyone has such awesome accents, and the fish and chips are delicious!" she said, laughing,

"Same for America, if you ever get a chance, definitely go. It's a shame you aren't in my department, it'd be nice to have a friendly face there...still getting to know everyone you see, but I suppose it's the same for you?" Charlotte glanced at the people around her, most of them muggles. She glanced at her watch and did a double-take at the time, "Well It was a pleasure meeting you. I'm sure we shall run into each other at the Ministry, yes? Maybe we could do lunch sometime in Diagon Alley, us foreign wizards gotta stick together. But I must be off to Diagon Alley actually, I need to pick up a new owl...my old one cannot quite make it to my correpondences in America you see."

"Yea, the Department of Mysteries is where I would love to work. I do love my job though." she said. "I still am getting used to the new people though." she said. Alex then realized that Charlotte had to leave. "I'll see you around!" she said. "Have fun in Diagon Alley! I do love it there." she said, waving goodbye.

"No, no, not conceited, simply sure of myself is all," he responded as he gave her a sly wink. He was having fun with the young woman. Very much so.

Damien smiled and nodded as she talked about being reserve on a Quidditch team. He would enjoy listening to her talk about anything really. Anything at all. She was intriguing beyond belief.

"Oh you would be amazed at how much free time I have. There doesn't seem to be an influx of 'bad guys' at the moment so we spend a lot of time talking about hypoteticals really. I think it is rather... silly. Training is always a necessity, in my opinion. You never know when something is going to happen," he said and without realizing he placed his hand over the sparrow tattooed on his arm. Never know, indeed. "But, yes. I would love more than anything to go camping with you. There is a great little island that I know. It is uninhabited. We could take my boat out and explore it and camp if you would like. I do it quite often myself," he said in a very chipper and hopeful tone.

The waiter returned with their bottle of wine and Damien nodded that it was fine and took the bottle and poured a glass for both Sion and himself. Raising his glass he said, "Here's to limitless possibilities."

Sion had been listening, quite intently, to Damien but, when she spotted the tattoo on his arm, she ceased to, for a moment. She was sure he mentioned an uninhabited island, but the tattoo had taken up the larger part of her attention, at this precise moment.

Sparrow. It was, in her opinion, a unique choice of tattoo. Then again, perhaps it had not been his choice. Perhaps someone else's suggestion, altogether -- at any rate, it was something that held her interest. Quite unaware of what he said next, she looked up at him.

"Did you get that?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to one side to look at him out of big, dark eyes.

Oh, the beverage. Sion had quite forgotten about that, in her light curiosity of the tattoo. She picked up her glass, and raised it. "To possibilities you should define," she said, eyes alight with mischief.

Damien was caught a little off guard when she spoke. "Did I get what?" he asked and looked down at the table. He was sure she was asking about his tat... but it was kind of personal and he wasn't ready to talk about it just yet.

Damien let his shoulders relax and his face soften. "Cheers," he said as he sipped the wine and watched Sion through penetrating eyes. "Now tell me why you would want to define limits?" he asked playfully.

Sion's eyes flickered. She didn't take to it well, when people weren't direct. One would think life would teach you that. Then again, there were reasons life would teach you the opposite.

More than - she knew - she could count.

"Nothing," she said, with a shrug of fair shoulders. "Forget it."

"I don't want you to define limits," she said, quietly. She set her glass down, and gave him a smile. "I want you to define limitlessness." Impossible task? Well, perhaps she could get him to try.

Perhaps.

Hirik sulked into the Resturant, quickly heading to a table for two for himself and Kara, for whenever she arrived of course. Once again, though he shoulda learned from earlier encounters it wasn't the smartest, Hirik allowed his head to drop into his hands. Why was he doing this? If Kara asked more questions from today's earlier path, and he again hurriedly left, wouldn't she get suspicious?

Probably. And then, his life was over with.

Damien sighed and shook his head slowly. "I apologize. There is a really personal story behind that particular tattoo... it is kind of painful for me to talk about. Do forgive me, please," he said.

"Limitlessness is living without limitations, no boundaries. Being free to explore anything and everything that one desires. Does that suit you my dear lady?" Damien said with a sly smile. He was having fun with Sion. He didn't want to end the night. Ever.

EP! Kara was seriously excited to see Hirik right now. She wanted to tell him about allllll the interesting people she had met. Walking into the restaurant, her high heels clicking with each step she looked around for a dark head of hair. It didn't take long to find Hirik because he was SO tall, hehe.

"BEARBOY !"Kara said, seeing him. She had a big grin on her face and a new dress on, black, strapless and totally fierce. She loved it. <333

"How do I look ?"She asked, looking at him. Oh, she was so excited. Okay, now it was time to like sit down and not act like a teenager, hehe.

Anyone?
 

Forget it. James was going to ignore the past.. tension and make one last try at saving this conversation and consequently dinner date.

James grinned - the all saving card of 'I'd like to meet your siblings' seemed to have worked. In fact, she seemed delighted and for once, James actually did want to meet the kid. He sounded cool all Batman and stuff.
"I bet that's a taste of life to come." She didn't seem like she wanted kids yet.. *gulp*
"Callie? Yeah. My parents really wanted a girl and once they had Callie that was it. I really wanted a sister too.. but I guess the age gap kind of lessens the attraction." Afterall, Callie was talking about boys and lipstick and James was worrying about how he'd pay next month's rent. The priorities in the two siblings' lives were hugely different.

Hirik looked up, smiling when he heard Kara yell his nickname. "KAREBEAR!" He matched her tone exactly, standing up, as it was the polite thing to do.

And then Kara was asking how she looked, in the new gorgeous black dress she was wearing. Hirik's mouth dropped open, and he had to remind himself there were flies around. He'd eaten one before, dark road, and Hirik wasn't at all interested in going back. Nuh uh.

"You look stunning," but of course that was hitting to close to home for him, he had to add something to lessen the impact of his words, "Midget!Minion."