Josie was surprised. She did not like her own reflection in the mirror but she had one. "How do you know if you look ok?" Josie said. "When do you stop being a young vampire then?" She asked many questions. "I am interviewing you. I do not mean to. I am sorry Cass. I did not really know this. I am very interested."

“Auror Pinn is correct.”

Could she bottle those four words up from his lips, she wondered? She might bottle the memory later, maybe, in case she felt she wanted to show Pratt for posterity.

“Tea and a bite to eat. It is the niceties and generosities that make us friends, non?”
“Oui peut-être. I am honured to be invited today.” Misslethorpe smiled. Nadine couldn’t help but compare how he smiled to how their vampire acquaintance did and draw comparisons. There was something ever so slightly unsettling about Misslethorpe.

“I like to believe it is because I am Deputy-Head Healer. Mr Vaillancourt what do you think of the service the hospital provides to vampires?” Nadine let out an amused hum. The press were here in various guises of course, and she very much doubted Tristan and Cepheus would get the writeups they wanted.

Her attention wandered as the men discussed the hospital, and combed the room. Conversation was still politely continuing, but almost everyone seemed to be slightly on edge. All apart from two women at the next table, who were holding animated conversation. Nadine recognised the younger one as someone from the press who popped up occasionally at briefings recently, and the blonde was another vampire. Her voice was familiar.

“Heeeeey Tristan!” She caught the blonde waving at the vampire on her table, and tuned into their conversation. “He’s the best, teaching me the ropes and such.”

Cuddly. Cosy. Nadine wondered how many of the vampires in Britain actually felt the same way about their blood-filled neighbours.

“It’s alright,” Cass assured Josie with a smile. “I have to ask Tristan or someone else. I do the same for him.”

She gave Josie a proper look up and down and cocked her head. “Let me give you my card. You should come down the radio station some time. Your voice would do well on the radio I think, it’s got variation, love the northern accent. Maybe I could help you write a few good articles and introduce you to Tristan?” She offered, reaching in her pockets to hand Josie a WWN business card. “Always lovely to meet a new friend.”

Especially one with such rosy, red cheeks.

            "Mr Vaillancourt what do you think of the service the hospital provides to vampires?"

In spite of the many pointed looks or questions that had dominated the evening, Tristan was in an extremely good mood. It might have had something to do with the smell of blood in the air. He sat back in his chair, considering this latest question with a lowered eyebrows. Popular opinions on the blood bank were mixed. Some humans considered it a necessary evil. Sandy wasn't asking for human opinions, however.

"I can only approve." Tristan finally answered, and shrugged. "It is paramount to me and to the vampire community that we are able to sustain ourselves without the loss of life. We owe a debt to St.Mungo's, and the fine people of the Beings Division."

A textbook response. His personal opinion was that it would be better if laws were relaxed, allowing more direct forms of blood donation. Tristan sometimes missed that sensation - the piercing of flesh, the initial rush of hot blood into his mouth. Somewhere at a table behind him he could hear Cass mention his name.

He glanced back very briefly at her, smiling, and returned his attention to the table. The night was still young. There was still another serving of blood and tea to be offered. Tristan prepared himself for a further onslaught of questions.