A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing [Open]

[SEVRUM SNOW]

What had briefly been a time for drinks and jokes had quickly become another keep-your-wand-close situation, and, once again, Sevrum took small sips of his drink, deciding once again that he should probably be in his best judgement for the moments to come. Although, the alcohol he had been alternating between sipping and gulping had finally began to take it's toll, and the numbness set in on Sevrum's tongue. His stomach was warm, his muscles seemed relaxed, and he could already feel the top tier of his wits sliding away slowly. Still, he wasn't drunk by any means, but he had to be especially careful not to drink much more.

Felix agreed with him at first, but it sounded a bit too passive-- there wasn't any passion behind it. Sevrum was a pure blood. Well, both his parents were wizards, but now he was a werewolf, and, pureblood or not, he was considered a half breed, and that was often just as bad--or worse- as being muggleborn. I that way, how could Sevrum support a movement like the Black Lotus? Sure, even Lord Voldemort himself had a number of werewolves fighting for him during the last wizarding war, but he refused to let any of them wear his mark; they still considered them abominations to magical blood.

"All it takes is one nutcase, and a band of supporters behind them, and our well-built world will come crashing down," Felix commented, and Sevrum couldn't help but agree. During his days as an unspeakable, he had seen many strange cults based around things that most people would find absolutely idiotic. There was one that he remembered well, and they were a group of witches who thought only women should be able to practice magic, and their plan was to put a spell around Hogwarts that would kill any man or boy who stepped inside. Sevrum's orders were to disband the organization and bring them in for questioning, but, after they fired a few killing curses at him and called him a "bloody pecker," he was inclined to kill a few more of them than he wanted to.

Sevrum nodded at Felix's statement, tapping the side of his glass with his fingers. 

"Who knows? There may be someone who agrees with this supposed Black Lotus group in this very room."


He winked; he raised his glass; Sevrum accidentally let himself show a bit of shock. 

As far as Sevrum could tell, only two things could possible be happening. Either Felix suspected Sevrum was a Black Lotus, or Felix was himself. Either way, Sevrum had a few questions to ask.

His brow furrowed, and his hand left his glass completely. He turned in his stool, facing Felix completely, only one stool in between them. "Do you know, Felix, just how few wizards can perform flawless legilimency?" Sevrum asked as a threat, his gaze piercing and his hands interlocking on his lap. Of course, he only placed his hands here so he could have easier access to his wand if need be.

[FELIX FAIRBOURNE]

It was going to his head, it was definitely going to his head. Felix's eyes were focussing, and then going out of focus in indeterminate times, and he cursed himself for drinking so much so quickly. He had been sat in the pub with the strange man for what felt like 10 minutes, but in reality was probably nearer to an hour, and he had drunk around 5 glasses of whiskey in that time. Leaving himself mentally obstructed in an environment where he may need his wand at any moment was a foolish move, and he could just hear his old boss at the auror office screaming at him to be constantly alert for any wrongdoing.

At Felix's statement, Sev tapped the side of his glass and nodded at his statement, and then - probably accidentally - let a small expression of shock flutter across his usually stoic face at Felix's controversial statement that there may be a Black Lotus member in that very room they were sitting and drinking in. It was at this point that Felix knew Sev was also feeling the effects of the alcohol, and Felix, before doing anything else, ordered two glasses of tap water for them both, to try and regain some of their senses. Upon it being handed over, Felix took a large gulp and savoured the relief it gave him.

Sev's shock at his statement was either attributed to the outlandish statement in general, shock that Felix himself may be a Black Lotus member or perhaps his realisation that Felix suspected Sev was not all he appeared to be. However, Sev threw a veiled threat at Felix, something he did not want at all, especially in his vaguely intoxicated state. Sev turned towards Felix, a dominant manoeuvre.

"Flawless legilimency." Felix said quietly. "Flawless is a strong word, but yes, a great legilimency ability s is rare enough." Taking another sip of his water, he could feel his senses returning a little more prominently. "I'm not quite sure what your point is, though, Sev." He twitched his right hand slightly, partly to make sure that his wand was still hidden up his sleeve, and to show Sev that he was ready to use his wand if he had to. "Let me assure you, although I have no requirement to plead my case, that I am not after killing muggleborns or other non-magical creatures - I am not a pureblood fascist."