The hunt for the roommate (Skylar )

[Nicolas Legor]

It's been raining for the past three hours but, as luck would have it, the storm stopped just as Nick found shelter in the Irish tavern he was staying at. His coat and top hat were soaking wet and his mood was down right grim. It's been almost a week now since he got back to England and not only did he not found a disant job but he was still stuck in this misrable pub called "The Crippled Leprechaun ". The name very much fit the interior of this place. The furniture was old and worn out. There were never, ever any signs that someone mopped the floor or dust the tables. All of the glasses were dirty. Nick was sure of it becuase he was the man asigned to wash them. That was his temporary agreement with the owner - a bitter, old stud that went by the name of Eric MacMohn. He and his nephiew Bully were keeping the joint running. Eric was an Irishman true and true. Nick got the job the moment his Irish accent parted his lips. He didn't got any money out of it but a bed and a shelter from the rain. Much had changed in England since he was visited but sadly the weather remained the same.

The place was dead as heaven on a Saturady night. Eric was behind the counter reading the sports page and drinking his Irish coffee. Only Nick noticed that the coffee was long washed away by the whiskey. This was probbly his second or third glass. Eric never pourd himself alcohol in a normal glass! He thought it would repel clients, even though the tavern was always empthy, so what he did was grab a mug full with coffee and when he downed half of it he would reload the cup with whiskey. He did that everytime the liquid in the mug reached it's middle. This way Eric's glass was never empthy and Eric was never really sobber but he was never thirsty either. Nick sat down in one of the many empthy tables and lied his jacket and top hat to rest on the chair next to his. He picked the one in the corner. He prefered to lean his back against the wall because it made him fell safe. Across the whole was sitting the nephiew. He was big as a Bull and almost just as smart. He was stuffing his mouth with something his uncule had just cooked up. The thing about "The Crippled Lepricohn" was that there was always fresh cooked meal on afordable prices but it always tased less than it coast. Eric was incharge of the kitchen and it wasn't the fact that he didn't wanted to cook a tasty meal but the leathal combination of his love for the wiskey and his actuall knowadge how to do it that was stopping from being a proud sheff. For Eric the five vitamins the human body needed were consistant of beans, whiskey, coffee, butter and more whiskey. Being so he always tried to find a way to add them all in one meal. The onlyone who didn't mind it was Bully who was now throwing mean looks at Nick's diraction. It was a pure mystery why he hated Nick so much. They never really spoken.

Nick took out a pen and what was left of his notes and spread them around the table. He was currently trying to write an article for a muggle newspaper to get things rolling. Sadly it wasn’t as easy as Nick hoped it would be. Nick was feeling somehow cold from the rain and very tiered from walking around the town posting his fliers in search of someone to share the burden of paying the rent. For the past two days he was out in London sticking fliers in every wizard joint he knew of hoping someone would reach him soon.
The fliers were self-made and stated the following: “Looking for a roommate. English speaking. No pets! If interested all you can always find me at “the Crippled Leprechaun” 177 Gloucester Place City of London, Greater London NW1 6DX.
~Nick Legor”

Ever since he posted his first paper he was waiting for someone to come looking for him but by now he had totally given up on the idea. He could always try to find a muggle but as much as he found them rather amusing he wouldn’t dream of sharing a place with one. This would actually require him to hide most of his possessions and hide his true identity and the whole point of this was to find place where he could be at peace. However if things were keep going this way he would have to reconsider the offer.
- Hey, Eric! – called out Nick. – How about a cup of coffee?
Eric didn’t even turn to face the man calling him but instead turned the next page and mumbled.
- Get it yourself you shmunk!
Nick smiled bitterly as he stood out of his place to make his way over to the coffee machine.

[adonisreneeknox]

Skylar walked out of a shop in Knockturn Alley...nodding curtly at a young red haired girl with big blue eyes who waved him goodbye. He nodded politely shaking his head as he walked out of eyesight...he really would like to go in there one day without her advances on him. He turned a corner of the Alley and noticed a piece of parchment a few feet ahead of him. On closer look he noticed it was a flyer...and curiosity overcoming him he couldn't help but pick it up...

“Looking for a roommate. English speaking. No pets! If interested all you can always find me at “the Crippled Leprechaun” 177 Gloucester Place City of London, Greater London NW1 6DX.
~Nick Legor”

He thought for a moment after reading it over a few times, he had been traveling back and forth between his Norway home and Hogwarts for the past year now... he hated the annoyance of being stuck at the castle during the school year...maybe this is what he needed....it's not like he couldn't afford another home...he was wealth on his own and recently had the addition of his uncles inheritance added to his own..he had a never ending supply of funds.

He made up him mind and took a step...Apparating out of Knockturn Alley and reappearing in front of 'the Crippled Leprechaun'

He glanced in a puddle on the ground at his appearance in the reflection...He was wearing a thick blue traveling coat and leather boots on top of a black v-neck t-shirt and a pair of black jeans...His dark brown hair fell into his blue eyes in a slightly messy way...but he shrugged it off. He walked into the pub and looked around for a second before calling out, "Hello there...My name is Skylar Stargazer and I am looking for a guy by the name of Nicolas Leger, have you lot heard of him or know where I may find him?"

[Nicolas Legor]

The tree men turned their heads toward the entry when they heard the door being opened. The new comer seemed too trendy to be a wizard and too weird to be a muggle. Even though the pub was meanly wizards’ place it had its doors opened for muggles as well just so Eric, who held the place, could somehow make a profit one way or the other. He always hated it when a character such as this appeared for he could never be sure if the man was a wizard or not and there for never did he know how to act around them.

- Hello there...My name is Skylar Stargazer and I am looking for a guy by the name of Nicolas Leger, have you lot heard of him or know where I may find him?
Eric turned his look away from Skylar back to the sport pages. With a name such as this he was most defiantly a wizard. Perhaps a pure blooded at that … Not that it mattered to Eric. Nick was just washing the cup he was about to poor coffee in and his hands were slightly occupied at the moment of Skylar’s arrival. Legor seemed slightly annoyed when he heard his name misspoken meanly because this lad was not the only one who was pronouncing it wrong. When his father arrived in Ireland he changed his name from Legorov to Legor because the “ov” and “ev” terminations in the last names were only natural for the Slavic tribes… not for the Irish ones. Still this did not help one bit because Legor was not much of an Irishman’s name and it just sounded weird wherever Nick went.

- It’s Legor, lad. With an “O” at the end …- He said as he finished washing the cup. He placed it aside just so he could get it latter without having to wash other cup and grabbed the towel nearby. Nick slowly approached the man as dried his hands in the towel. Once he reached him he gave a friendly smile – I'm he! And you are …? [/color]

Nick looked at the stranger from head to toe trying to figure out if he knew him or not. The face didn’t seem much familiar to him but the old acquaintances of his had the habit to look much different since he last met them. May be the guy was sent by the newspaper he was trying to get an article to. It’s funny sometimes how we forget about the things we are most looking forward to … Or how they appear at the moments we expect them the least. [/color][/font]

[adonisreneeknox]

Skylar watched one of the men turn his interest away from him almost immediately... he narrowed his eyes slightly at the man but his attention shifted to the other two...he noticed a blonde man his age washing a cup in the sink...he waited for a moment before the man decided to respond. 'It's Legor. With an "O" at the end..' he said as he approached him. Skylar stood a few inches taller than him he noted as the man reached him, he stared down into the mans blue eyes as he gave him a friendly smile 'I'm he! And you are...?'

Skylar smiled lightly back before responding..he had thought he made it quite clear who he was when he entered the pub...but apparently not. He shook annoyance away and responded, Hello there...Nicolas Leg'o'r, my apologies...wordings on paper can be quite misleading....I am Skylar Harper Stargazer... He said to the man know as Nicolas. Skylar's accent was rich and Norwegian... but he had been living back and forth between London and Norway so long that he had picked up perfect English. He raised an eyebrow slightly showing the man the piece of parchment he still hung on to, his next words were a whisper so only the two could hear, I am responding to a piece of parchment I found discarded on the road in Knockturn Alley.

He took a seat in a stair folding his hand on the table and leaning forward in the suggestion that Nicolas joined him, I am a Professor at Hogwarts...and a Head of House there...I'm guessing from your accent you went there yourself? Then tell me Nicolas how old are you? I am nineteen myself and on my second year of Professing at the school..depending on you age I would guess that means you went to school at nearly the same time as me. I suppose if you went the same year I did as a seventh year you would know me...I was the Head Boy after all.

[Nicolas Legor]

Nick took the peace of paper the new comer had handed him. It was one of his fliers he was busy putting up all over town. His eyes grew wide open. He had given up on the idea that anyone would answer but here stood the proof that he was wrong. So the night does seem darkest before the break of day after all. “I am responding to a piece of parchment I found discarded on the road in Knockturn Alley.” Said Skylar and Nick raised his eyes up to look him in the eyes. He was a tall lad. And here Nick thought he was one of the taller men around.
Skylar took a seat and offered Nick to do the same. Without giving it much thought Nick sat down in the chair beside the man. He was very interested to see if they would come to agreement on whether they can share a rent or not. The boy seemed very well mannered and that was always a good start. “I am a Professor at Hogwarts...and a Head of House there...I'm guessing from your accent you went there yourself? Then tell me Nicolas how old are you? I am nineteen myself and on my second year of Professing at the school..depending on you age I would guess that means you went to school at nearly the same time as me. I suppose if you went the same year I did as a seventh year you would know me...I was the Head Boy after all.” Said Skylar.

Nick smiled. He couldn’t imagine that young lad that sat next to him as a professor let alone Head of House. He must be very skilled in whatever he was teaching. “I’m actually a year older than you. If you went there only the last year we must have missed each other. I can’t say I keep a good memory from that time anyway.” The whole purpose of his journey was for him to erase most of the memories related to that place. And the whiskey and beer made sure that happened. Sometimes they would delete even information he might need for latter but that was the risk of alcohol. That was also the reason why he stopped drinking.

“I was in Ravenclaw from the first till last year. Can’t say I gave any reasons for you to remember me. I wasn’t a head boy, or a perfect and I wasn’t part of the quidditch team ether… I guess that’s a dead end?”[/b] Nick laughed.

“Let’s turn heads to present and future maters. So you are a professor? What are you teaching? As you know by the flier I am looking for a roommate but isn’t Hogwarts offering its staff members’ accommodation? Why would you need a place to stay at or is that just temporarily thing for the vacations and so on?”[/b] Nick was may be too fast to judge. Since he didn’t had place at Hogwarts and he couldn’t afford himself to support a whole rent by himself it was very key for him to find a roommate who can take off half the payment and not just for a little while … though at this point everything seemed better than just staying in the “the Crippled Leprechaun”.

“By the way do you want something to drink? The tea here is great!” Said Nick when he remembered that he was some kind of a host. “Everything here is great!” Corrected him Eric without lifting his eyes away from the paper. Nick smiled. That wasn’t true but he would not argue with the owner. He turned his attention to the lad expecting an answer. [/color][/font]

[adonisreneeknox]

Skylar grinned slightly as he listened to Nicolas' reply, I’m actually a year older than you. If you went there only the last year we must have missed each other. I can’t say I keep a good memory from that time anyway.” And then..“I was in Ravenclaw from the first till last year. Can’t say I gave any reasons for you to remember me. I wasn’t a head boy, or a perfect and I wasn’t part of the quidditch team ether… I guess that’s a dead end?”

Well then I guess that means your were probably a well behaved young man while you were there...otherwise I probably would of know you well while I was a prefect back when you were in school. I guess I should take not knowning you...though a surprise, as a good thing then. He raised an eyebrow slightly.

He listened as Nicolas brought the conversation to the present. “Let’s turn heads to present and future maters. So you are a professor? What are you teaching? As you know by the flier I am looking for a roommate but isn’t Hogwarts offering its staff members’ accommodation? Why would you need a place to stay at or is that just temporarily thing for the vacations and so on?”

He answered honestly, Well actually I am the Head of House for Ravenclaw however in my youth I was chosen to be in the Slytherin house for various reasons, I am at Hogwart's Professing Astronomy. I have a natural talent in Potions and several other subjects...however I have no patience with teaching such dangerous subjects to hormonal teenagers... Astronomy as impossible as it may seem by the obviousness of the art, grounds me and keeps me calm so...I chose it as my path to helping teach our arts. Hogwart's does indeed accommodate the staff with rooms...I just don't care for them much...they remind me of work...and quiet honestly I find no comfort in them...not like my home in Trondheim, Norway my place there is magnificent...however..note the location....Norway. I need somewhere to stay while I am at school...perhaps in Hogesmeade or Knocturn or where ever...but I will return to my summer home at the end of the semester... I however, would be more than willing to pay half the bills through the entire year or years if so be it.

He listened as nick offered him a drink mentioning how the tea was great here...though could help but chuckle slightly as the man behind his paper corrected him with "everything here is great!" Skylar's eyes drifted to Nick's and for some reason he could tell he'd be better off listening to Nick on just the tea was great...Tea is just fine...I don't drink anything other than tea, juices and water actually. Do you guys have hibiscus tea?

[Nicolas Legor]

Nick couldn’t help but smile when he heard the phrase “hormonal teenagers”. The guy was somehow entertaining. Though he was weird as hell. Then again … May be he was supposed to be since he was teaching Astronomy and in his rather short but rich in adventures life Nick had never met even someone remotely to ordinary who was studying or teaching this subject. He didn’t mind it though. These kinds of characters were far more interesting for him than an ordinary working class hero. Nick enjoyed the young man’s very much. This was actually the kind of roommate every wizard would be happy to have. He was not too pretentious, he would be out most of the time, but still pay his share of the bills. It sounded too good to be true. It did seem a little suspicious why would he keep his home in Norway instead of just sell it since his life was taking place in England but Nick wouldn’t judge. Probably the guy was unhealthy rich and there for could afford it. Actually …. As long as he was taking half the rent and didn’t turn out as some lunatic of some kind it was Skylar’s business what he would do with his own life.
“Tea is just fine...”Nick turned to look at Eric hoping he would execute the order. Sadly the old man didn’t even blink. Nick rose for his chair to go grab the tea himself giving an annoyed sigh as he stood up. It was both impressive and annoying how Eric could care less for his clients. May be that’s the reason why the place was so empty most the time. Then again… May be Eric thought the lad was Nick’s friend and there for Nick must execute the order himself. Either way it was troublesome. As he headed toward the counter he heard Skylar say “I don't drink anything other than tea, juices and water actually.” Nick smiled. “ah! That’s one thing we have in common. True I might sneak a beer every now and again but to be honest I prefer none alcoholic stuff. Keeps me in shape you know…” At that remark Eric gave a slight laugh but pretended he was coughing instead and kept on reading the news. As a functional alcoholic Eric couldn’t help but think any man who doesn’t drink is less of a man. Plus he saw Nick sneak a beer far too often and could swear Nick wasn’t the angel he was building himself to be. “My body is like … a club. And it has face control.”
Nick reached the counter and opened the shelf behind it where he knew the old man kept the tea and coffee. There were so many jars and boxes with different kind of tea it was crazy. Eric could easily turn this to a tea house if he ever stopped drinking.” Do you guys have hibiscus tea?” Nick’s eye twitched slightly. There were no names or tags to any of the jars… How could he know which one is which? He turned to Eric who answered before Nick could ask his question. “Second box on the left. The red one…” And sure enough there it was! The hibiscus tea he was looking for! He took the box out and began preparing the tea.
“So … I dunno if you have any ideas for a place. I checked out some nice options in London cuz I currently have some stuff to take care for here if that’s alright with you. If not I can always go apparating back and forward but it be kinda weird for me. ” Nick said honestly. He hated Apparation and the abuse of magic.”Any way I gotta ask … Do you have anykind of habits or something? I guess everyone has a couple but I’m just asking cuz if you have a cat and I’m allergic to cats that might turn out as a problem and it better we say it out now than latter.” Nick got the tea ready and brought it with a slice of lemon and 3 packs of honey. He left it against Skylar and sat down again. “I would have to say my weaknesses as a roommate are that I love cigarettes. But if you are not I can smoke outside and if you are it be cool. Also I sometimes suffer from insomnia and I can go on without sleep for 2 or 3 days but I’ll try to keep it down through the nights…. And … Ah yeah! I write … a lot … and I use this old typewriter so that might create somewhat of discomfort for you? Would it?”