Who: Sirius Black (doggo) & various What: catch-all spot for some planned log threads + a spillover from the overflow post When: month of September Where: various Warning(s): language at worst probably. will update if necessary!
[If Sirius had never seen Goldstein again, he would have been quite all right. There was--is--nothing particularly wrong with her, except that she's an auror and she has no discernible sense of humour or, really, any true redeeming qualities. Remus has halfheartedly vouched for her, obliquely, in his give-everyone-a-chance-unless-they-are-truly-wankers sort of way. This is part of how Sirius and Remus became friends, so he should perhaps trust in this geniality, but he doesn't. And Remus isn't that firm in that trust, or else he doesn't really care, or else he prefer Sirius anyways. And now they have a great deal else to talk about, nothing at all to do with Goldstein, really, except perhaps by tangent.
So when he is in the marketplace one day, on his way back to the house, and he sees Goldstein standing less than idle beside a market stall, he nearly turns to go down a different way. Then he thinks, stupid, and because he's a Gryffindor at his heart, he walks right up to her.]
Tina keeps to herself which, altogether, isn't unusual in any time of place. She's always been a career girl, the one to make sure that she and Queenie had enough money. She's used to taking care of things and while there's a distinct Queenie-shaped hole in her life the woman tries her best to ignore it. Perhaps she's not quite thriving the way her sister might want her to, but she's surviving and that's enough for her. Besides there was enough emotional things going on lately she needs none of that.
Work at least, while so far from being an Auror, is at least similar in some regards. She still has her investigations to do alongside her patrolling. Now is a bit of both as Tina settles into the work day. It's quiet for the moment short of a few pickpockets and thieves (magical or otherwise). Tina's gotten used to the natives and the shopclerks who are there daily and offers a nod and a short greeting to most.
She's used to the faces and when a somewhat familiar voice hails her she turns her head sharply to it. Ah. At least she doesn't move to seem ready to attack or anything else, but she doesn't warm up either-- Expression more neutral than anything else.]
It's here I've been stationed. [So, she's not in charge and she's not going to claim to be.] Arrests are only made with due cause.
[Which is as close as he's getting right now to I'm not going after you.]
[He puts his hands in his pockets and does a half-step so that he's about faced and standing, sort of, beside her. More casual than the way that she's stood, probably, because he's studied at being more casual and loose in his posture, to set himself firmly apart from all the hours of lessons at manners and things. He surveys the market alongside her as well, as if he's here to help.
[Her answer is simple, glancing at the man before turning her attention elsewhere. What did he want? There's something that itches under her skin about a Black playing nicely. Pureblood names were well known even in the US.]
It's no less important. Some of the others don't know how to deal with magic users.
[Her answer is dry and obviously ill-amused. If they had a wand then, certainly she would have chosen to use that. His change in physique does little for her and if anything she looks more closed off at his suggestion.]
And protect a bunch of no-majs? [Said as if she finds that laughable. She wants to say there's no power to gain from being in the Guard, but there is the trust of the people-- Her frown deepens.]
[He smiles, tightly, at that note in her voice. It's not a smile that reaches his eyes.]
Why not? I did it before, among other things. Wasn't something I was paid for, either. S'ppose in some ways, that's a firmer vote for my character over yours.
Then do it without getting paid for it. [Her answer is sharp and biting. Given that he and his friend have judged her from the beginning without any real proof one way or another, the benefit of the doubt she was asked to give them was strained.] America's not all that far from England, you know. We hear about your family.
[That reference takes him by surprise. He stares at her a moment--and then, abruptly, laughs, once, a short bark.]
My family.
[The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. He knows what she'll have heard, more or less, because he knows what everyone has heard. Whatever dilution of time and distance has taken place--it will still be, generally, the same.
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P. GOLDSTEIN
So when he is in the marketplace one day, on his way back to the house, and he sees Goldstein standing less than idle beside a market stall, he nearly turns to go down a different way. Then he thinks, stupid, and because he's a Gryffindor at his heart, he walks right up to her.]
Goldstein.
[Sort of a hi.]
You're in charge of the market?
Re: P. GOLDSTEIN
Work at least, while so far from being an Auror, is at least similar in some regards. She still has her investigations to do alongside her patrolling. Now is a bit of both as Tina settles into the work day. It's quiet for the moment short of a few pickpockets and thieves (magical or otherwise). Tina's gotten used to the natives and the shopclerks who are there daily and offers a nod and a short greeting to most.
She's used to the faces and when a somewhat familiar voice hails her she turns her head sharply to it. Ah. At least she doesn't move to seem ready to attack or anything else, but she doesn't warm up either-- Expression more neutral than anything else.]
It's here I've been stationed. [So, she's not in charge and she's not going to claim to be.] Arrests are only made with due cause.
[Which is as close as he's getting right now to I'm not going after you.]
no subject
[He puts his hands in his pockets and does a half-step so that he's about faced and standing, sort of, beside her. More casual than the way that she's stood, probably, because he's studied at being more casual and loose in his posture, to set himself firmly apart from all the hours of lessons at manners and things. He surveys the market alongside her as well, as if he's here to help.
After a moment:]
Seems a little boring.
no subject
[Her answer is simple, glancing at the man before turning her attention elsewhere. What did he want? There's something that itches under her skin about a Black playing nicely. Pureblood names were well known even in the US.]
It's no less important. Some of the others don't know how to deal with magic users.
no subject
[He shoots a glance back at her, entirely blasé. Now that he's had time to fill out a little more, he looks handsomer, or at least far less of an intimidating specter. Whether or not that transformation makes him more trustworthy or less is entirely up to her.]
Unless they haven't got wands. This place takes all kinds. People going on about staffs, of all things, as if they're entirely reasonable.
I've been thinking of joining the guard.
[Casual.]
no subject
[Her answer is dry and obviously ill-amused. If they had a wand then, certainly she would have chosen to use that. His change in physique does little for her and if anything she looks more closed off at his suggestion.]
And protect a bunch of no-majs? [Said as if she finds that laughable. She wants to say there's no power to gain from being in the Guard, but there is the trust of the people-- Her frown deepens.]
no subject
Why not? I did it before, among other things. Wasn't something I was paid for, either. S'ppose in some ways, that's a firmer vote for my character over yours.
no subject
[Which is to say she doesn't believe him.]
no subject
My family.
[The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black. He knows what she'll have heard, more or less, because he knows what everyone has heard. Whatever dilution of time and distance has taken place--it will still be, generally, the same.
Still, sharply:]
And what have you heard?