The Darkness Within (Open)

Lestat moved about in the shadows he was watching all the happy people oh how he hated seeing people happy he wanted to do something to bring their world down. Though now wasn't the time to do that now was the time to just watch and gather information though for what he didn't know. He knew that watching other's could give way to learning their weaknesses though it got boring from time to time.

Leaning against a wall for a couple minutes before he moved on and walked into a bar to get a drink. He needed something strong he needed to distract his mind. He wondered what would a world of so many pathetic people could of survived so long.  Of course he knew that if had anything to do with it none of these people would be around. Or so he thought.

Sighing he took a bottle of the strongest liquor that the bar had and went to find a seat. He finally found one in a far corner and sat down letting the darkness cover his face as he watched the fellow patrons that were out for a midnight drink. He then looked down at his drink and ignored everyone occasionally glancing up to see if someone new entered the bar.

Walking through the streets of London seemed to have become a tradition for Morgana during this time of year. The Christmas decoration was already up, something Morgana didn't really find that amazing, though it did create a mood not even she could ignore. Everyone were happy, they really were, and Morgana didn't mind their happiness. But she wasn't happy herself. As far as she could remember, the last time she was happy was in her second year at Hogwarts, talking to Aylee or Lucy. But now she didn't experience the same kind of happiness. She didn't miss it, she was content. Having a nice and stable job, working for her father now, in stead of the man who'd been elected previously.

Jeremy Rufford hadn't been a horrible man to work for, but he'd been rather incompetent as to how competent Morgana had imagined the Minister for Magic would have to be. Now her father had taken up that torch, what with the minister presumed dead. The attack was something Morgana remembered vividly. Not that there were many things she did forget, but this was something different. She remembered every facial line of the three men that had stormed in. The men had all been identified, much due to Morgana's detailed description. She finally spotted a pub that might suffice for a while, just to calm her down. Sitting down in a corner, she ordered a pint and quickly finished it. A good beer was not something that could be trumphed by any of the wizarding brews.

After a while, she went to the ladies, with every intention of returning to her corner, but when she did, she saw someone had taken her table. Quirking an eyebrow, Morgana walked directly up to him. "Excuse me, do you mind?" she asked, pointing to the lone umbrella that was leaning against one of the chairs that, granted, could look to belong to the other table.

Lestat frowned as someone approached and said that they were sitting there. Though low and behold there was an umbrella against the wall he was wondering how he missed that. Oh well he was here now and he wasn't about to move not even for a lady. He just wanted to drink in peace. Narrowing his eyes he glared at her. "Leaving an umbrella that is easily hidden in the shadows isn't a great way to make sure that your spot is save." He said as he took another sip of his drink barely paying any attention to the woman before him. Honestly he didn't care if the spot was taken or not it was table and the bar was packed tonight so he took.

Though when he looked up and she was still there he sighed and got up. "Seriously once one leaves a table they stand the chance of possibly losing said table though if you are so inclined you may join me if you want. Though I warn you I am not much company especially once I am drunk." He told her while looking her over. Lestat honestly hadn't seen her before but then again he hadn't seen a lot of people while he was trying to stay one step ahead of those who were trying to track him down and they seemed to be getting smarter by the minute making it harder for him to stay ahead of them.

He made sure that she understood he wasn't leaving but was willing to share the table. Though he would rather be alone he would tolerate her company no matter how unbearable it might be. Though he hoped that he wouldn't regret this decision and that it wouldn't lead to his down fall. Mumbling to himself. 'Stupid woman.' Before he sat down again and went back to his drink it was up to her now. He had stood his ground and wasn't going to leave unless he was dragged out by the collar of his shirt.

Morgana's eyes narrowed a fraction, but her face soon settled in an emotionless expression, watching his own poise. He wasn't a very friendly guy, obviously, which was one of the very few reasons as to why Morgana even bothered to try to get her table back; he'd possibly leave her alone, even if he sat there with her. "Evidently not," she said, her voice sour, but her face blank. She didn't expect him to get up and leave, not this guy. Someone else might've not had the conscience to stay, and would immediately start apologizing, then leave. And Morgana would let them, because if she'd tell them they could stay, they'd start talking. And Morgana did not care who she hurt if they didn't matter to her.

Her eyebrow did twitch as he stood up and "invited" her to join him. If there was anything hapening, it was the other way around: he would be joining her. And the fact that he had the nerve to be such an asshole about it almost amused Morgana and a sarcastic smirk spread on her face. "I don't need your invitation, sweetie, I already sat here," she merely stated and didn't comment on his choice of words. If one thing was for certain, it was that Morgana was not stupid and she might've even laughed at the mumble, but the guy was starting to show signs of mysogyny, and Morgana was never going to laugh at that. There might be pathetic women, but Merlin knew there were a lot of pathetic men as well. "As for the company part, I'm not much myself." At that, she sat down in the chair she had been seated in previously.

She took a sip from her second beer and leaned back, trying to get back into the mood she'd been in pre the interruption, but it proved harder than anticipated. She looked back at the guy. People would describe him as handsome. Even Morgana would. But, though he was clearly different from other people, he still didn't interest her. She would've completely ignored someone else, but maybe this guy had some interesting viewpoints. His rudeness was obviously fuelled by some sort of crudity, his aura was too dark for him to simply be in a bad mood. She briefly wondered what his name was, but as she found it always did, the curiosity dwindled quickly. She simply inspected him for a few moments, though it might've been longer than she thought; she had no sense of the comfort of others.