Casey paused outside of the pub she and Harvey had agreed to meet at - the Three Eyed Crone. Casey’d never been there before today but walked by it once and decided it looked interesting enough to visit one day. It turned out that today would be that day, as she’d decided it would at least likely be a neutral meeting place, if nothing else. The Crone was just off of the main drag of Diagon, and easy enough to find, too.
The blonde exhaled and forced herself to pause for a moment, reminding herself why she was there in the first place. After he’d re-located her shoulder, Casey had figured it was only polite to offer to take him for a pint to say thank you. But beyond saying thank you, Casey also figured after she’d broken his nose, and he’d set her shoulder it was probably time to try and agree to a truce.
The operative word being
try, as Harvey Landsdowne was still an expert at getting under her skin in a way it seemed nobody else could quite manage. Casey was determined to be civil though. Having completed her own internal motivational speech, the ex-Puff pushed through the door of the pub and hoped her face didn’t give away her inner turmoil.
She wasn’t sure who had gotten there first, but she wasn’t terribly worried about it, if he had, he could wait an extra minute or two, and if she did, she’d maybe get a few sips of her drink in in peace. Though once she’d had a minute to survey the place, it was clear that she’d actually beaten the wizard there. Casey debated for a moment before ordering a drink for herself and for Harvey. She was pretty sure he’d drink the stout she’d ordered him, but if he didn’t then she had just bought herself two drinks.
She picked out a table not completely in the back of the joint but somewhere in the middle and sat back in her chair and crossed her legs, one leg bouncing idly as she waited. She was wearing high top sneakers, a pair of dark jeans and a blouse. She’d really wanted to go for a hoodie or t-shirt and jeans, but had gone for the blouse when she realized that most of her t-shirts and sweatshirts were related to quidditch, and being recognized was not high on her list of priorities at the moment. Though, she had stuffed an old Hufflepuff quidditch sweatshirt in her bag if she ended up wanting it. It’s yellow arm peeking out of her bag. She figured she could always claim it was her brothers if someone asked her if she was
that Regan or play dumb and tell them they were thinking of her cousin Quinn.
Casey heard him before she saw him
natural she thought, groaning internally, wondering for the umpteenth time if this had been a terrible idea after all. She watched the wizard stop at the bar, presumably to order, not having seen her yet. The witch couldn’t stop the corner of her mouth from twitching up as the barman pointed him in her direction. She lifted her eyes in his direction and quirked an eyebrow at him as she sipped her drink, still leaning back in her chair “Wasn’t sure you were coming, Lands…†she stopped herself and rolled her eyes at herself “Harvey…but thanks for meeting me here, anyway.†She finished lamely, but her thanks were genuine enough. He could have told her he was coming only to no-show on her.
She didn’t get up to greet him, but did at least wait till he was seated, and she’d had another sip of her drink before she made a go of it “So I have to know†she told him evenly, clearly suspicious, but curious also “did you put dad up to the charmed sling and the notes, or did he come up with it on his own? He swears it was you.†She had in fact, not talked to her father yet, assuming it was probably all of his idea, as fond as he was of trolling his own children, but Harvey didn’t need to know that. Nor did Casey want to know if they’d become friendly since the two of them had met when Harvey had unceremoniously delivered her to the A&E.
@Harvey Landsdowne 
