Georgie's New Year's Resolution had been to stop partying so much, and actually attempt to work on making her dreams come true. She wanted to be a fashion model or a fashion designer, or do interior design- something along those lines, and drinking until she fell down every weekend wasn't going to help her accomplish that any sooner. So, after work Georgianne had headed home to change out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable. She still wanted a drink, though- but she knew that if she went to a club, that she wouldn't get anything done tonight. So Georgianne found herself at the Leaky Cauldron, at a small table in the corner sipping a martini with her sketchbook open in front of her.

Her current project was a line of lingerie. Georgianne thought that no woman was complete without sexy under garments, and intended to make a few of her own to try out. She could easily gauge the reactions of multiple men over the next few weeks...

Georgianne drained her martini, and went to the bar to get another one, and placed an order for some chips before returning to her table. To the table where there was someone with her book, flipping through the pages. "Excuse me, but that's mine," she stated, plucking it from their hands. "I don't like people to look at my drawings." She wasn't afraid of others stealing her ideas- but mostly of people who would criticize what she was working on or laugh at her. Georgianne slipped back into her seat and sipped her drink. Who just walked up and picked up things off of tables and went through them? Thank Godric it wasn't her journal- or she would be mortified. Strangers did not need to know her extracurriculars and who they were with. "If you're going to sit- that's fine. But don't just stand there, like a creeper."

Having social attributes akin to a flobberworm with a wand stuck up its behind didn't bode well for Augustus Snark.  His generally awkward nature lent itself to some strange situations and conversations that - under normal circumstances - he would try to keep himself away from as much as possible.

However, being Augustus meant that running away from all of the possibly dire confrontations he could find himself in, usually ended up with him running into a situation ten times worse. And this was potentially one of the more mortifying ones.

He had come into the Leaky Cauldron to have a quiet drink by himself and reflect on the past week. Things were going dandy, when he saw a book lying on an unoccupied table. Looking around cautiously, Augustus could see many people in the bar to whom the book could belong, but instead of assuming it was the property of one of them and leaving it alone (heaven forbid it should be left alone) he picked the book up and cracked the spine of the cover ever-so-slightly, perusing the decorated pages at his leisure.

Had it not occurred to him that perhaps this was private? No. Hadn't he thought maybe he should take it to the bartender as lost property? Why of course not. Augustus had simply assumed - as he often did - that this book looked to be of particular interest, and maybe he could satisfy his curiosity without causing harm nor foul to anyone.

His eyes widened but stayed locked on the book as a voice resonated from beside him. Suddenly a hand reached round and pulled the book from his hands, though his position never once changed. He was locked with both embarassment at having been caugt and fury that he had bothered to look in the first instance.

"If you're going to sit- that's fine. But don't just stand there, like a creeper."

Augustus finally let his arms flop to his sides, unsure of what he should actually do with them now there was no book to occupy his fumbling fingers. Was that an invitation to sit? Well even if it was, Augustus speculated to himself, he wasn't all that sure he wanted to join the young woman now. He hadn't even looked at the person he had offended yet, and only knew she was a woman because...well, she sounded like a woman. Of course, this would not be the first occasion in which he had assumed someone was something and then it turned out they were something different altogether. He grimaced slightly at the memory of one of the more rowdy nights with the Falmouth Falcons, in which an incident involving a goblin wearing a wig and lipstick took place.

He licked his thin lips nervously and cast a fleeting glance towards the bar, wondering whether a tumbler or two of firewhisky was worth this hassle. It didn't take long for him to come to the conclusion that yes, it was.

Slowly, cautiously, (afterall, she had called him a creep) he allowed himself to sink into the chair next to her. After a moment of awkward silence, he decided maybe it was time he struck up a conversation with the woman. "Nice underwear," he stated. His cheeks flushed an unflattering scarlet as he realised that perhaps complimenting her underwear was not the best way to introduce himself. "I meant- I mean- th-the pict...drawings," he spluttered, trying his utmost to regain some social confidence in a situation that was clearly the most embarassing of all.

When the man informed Georgie that she had nice underwear, she immediately looked down at her chest. No, her bra wasn't showing. And Georgianne remembered that these specific jeans didn't have holes where you could catch a glimpse of her panties. So what was he talking about? "But my underwear isn't showing today," she told him, obviously confused, before her attention was drawn back to the book when he mentioned the drawings.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, tapping her finger on the book. "That underwear, not my underwear." Georgianne noticed the dark blush in his cheeks, and had to fight the urge to reach out and pinch them. He seemed a bit too old to be stuttering and blushing at her. Admittedly, Georgianne did have that effect on men sometimes- but usually that only happened when she was coming onto them and they were confused and surprised by it. But that wasn't the case here. He'd only peeked at a drawing of knickers and was having a fit- Georgianne didn't even want to imagine what this man would do if faced by a woman who was scantily clad. She figured he was that guy at the beach who was incapable of walking around without his swim trunks getting a bit tight in the crotch.

Georgianne sipped her drink, hoping that letting silence linger for a couple of moments would allow him time to handle his discomfort with the situation. "I like to draw designs in my spare time," she finally told him. "I want to be a fashion designer some day. It's just not any easy business to break into." Especially when you spent all of your free time drinking and sleeping with good looking men, instead of being productive. It was also not easy when you weren't good with the spells or sewing in relation to the creation of the sketches, either. "My latest batch of sketches has been a line of lingerie," she told him.

"I'm Georgianne, by the way," she extended her hand to him, offering a soft smile. "And I'm sorry I snapped at you. I'm just weird about letting people look at what I'm working on." Mostly because a lot of people liked to tease her for it. Georgianne just wasn't thought of as a person who had ambitions and dreams. She knew that her reputation was her own fault. She was the girl who liked to have fun and didn't worry about things and she had just never been the sort of person to really apply herself to anything. But Georgianne knew she had something better than that inside of her- it was just a matter of finding it, and forcing herself to do something about it. Which was hard- but that was what her resolution had been all about.

Her underwear wasn't- wasn't- wasn't showing today?! Augustus mentally battered his head against the nearest brick wall, which - in case of a dire emergency - he noted was quite near. Well, that was fantastic! Her underwear wasn't showing today. The use of the word 'today' suggested that under normal circumstances, her underwear would indeed be showing. Why, his poor departed wife would be turning in her grave if she knew that he was in cahoots with women who flashed their knickers at any given opportunity!

His cheeks went pure red at the thought of his deceased wife finding out. Impossible, though it may have seemed (since his wife was well-and-truly dead), Augustus knew that when it came to 'normalcy', he had quite an issue. Out-of-the-ordinary things seemed to be a daily occurance in his life. It would be just his luck that she would burst through the door right now and demand an explanation.

He cast a wary glance at the door.

It's all innocent, he muttered to himself under his breath. Just pictures of... he gulped slightly. ...delicates.

He tried to listen and nod when appropriate as his new-found company explained that she liked drawing in her spare time. It was difficult, he found, when his eyes kept being drawn to the impressive-looking book, scared shitless that it would once again be opened, and she would begin discussing the sketches with him. If ever there was a man who would run in that situation, it was Augustus.

The lady's hand was thrust towards him and he flinched slightly - Merlin, he was a pansy today! He blinked as she introduced herself, and gingerly he shook her hand. "Augustus. Snark. And no need to apologise. I shouldn't have been so nosy." And by Godric do I wish I hadn't!

"So, do you- do you come here? Often?" Shit! That's one of them cheesy pick-up lines. Where the bloody hell did I get that one from? Augustus was suddenly very aware that he didn't have a drink in his hands to fumble with in his embarassment, and instead took to scratching behind his beetroot-red ear.

"Well, Agustus, curiosity isn't a trait that you should be ashamed of. If I were in your shoes, I probably would have taken a peak as well. Perhaps I was just being a bit hard on you." She smiled sweetly then, closing the book and slipping it into her bag. She gathered up her pencils, too, wrapping them with a rubber band and replacing them in her handbag as well. If he was going to converse with her- and oh dear- use such a tired line, Georgianne could at least give him her undivided attention.

Besides, his floundering was endearing. She couldn't help the small giggle when he asked if she came around often, though, and she shook her head sadly. What a poor little man! Of course, being faced with beauty such as hers could put any man in a tizzy. (At least she liked to think so.)

Georgianne reached out to pat his arm. "No need to be so antsy, darling," she told him. "I don't bite." Unless they wanted her to- but telling Augustus Snark that might just make him have a heart attack. Poor little man! So awkward and fussy. Georgianne bet he had the hardest time with women. Probably one of those men who would never marry because of it, or if he did, end up with one of those bossy old hags.

"But to answer you question, no- I don't. Usually I'm at Signature or some other club. I prefer a place with a more lively scene, and less of a chance of me having to actually pay for my own drinks," she teased. "Though my resolution for the new year was to drink and party less, and focus more on my work." Georgianne pointed to her bag. "I'm an aspiring fashion and interior designer. But I've been neglecting my work because I work at the minitsry, and I spend all of my free time chasing cute boys at night clubs."