summer breeze makes me feel fine

[Mathias Beaumont]

It was late in the evening on a hot Saturday, and Mathias had found himself sitting at a bar at the Three Broomsticks, all alone, and not to mention a bit tipsy. The upper class pureblood could never be considered a drunk—he only came to the bar occasionally, most when he was upset and wanted to escape from the world. He was dressed unusually normal, much like your average upperclassman. He usually dressed in extravagant robes and fancy shoes, but he'd been too lazy and exhausted to find something nice to wear to the bar.

He motioned for a bartender to come over, his vision losing focus as he walked quickly to where he sat. "Er.. I'd like another firewhiskey, please," he said, his tone uneven. Alcohol affected him pretty quickly, but he'd usually stop when he felt he'd had enough. Tonight, though, he felt like getting wasted—but not wasted to the point that he'd go and do something stupid like find a prostitute or make a move on a woman..

  

[Javert de Montfault]

It was late and Javert had just finished with his work. It wasn’t working the next day, so he decided to go to the pub instead of returning home. It had been a long, boring day full of dull paperwork and he’d be grateful for a glass of whiskey or wine.

At this late hour, The Three Broomsticks consisted of mostly men as all the respectable ladies were likely asleep. Javert would have found a nice quiet corner for himself, but as he walked inside the pub he spotted a familiar face, looking unusually tipsy.

“Bonsoir Beaumont!” Javert greeted jovially and gave a pat to the man’s back. “Some rum for me, please,” he told the bartender who had not left yet and then sat opposite of his friend. “Long time no see, eh? One would think that you were hiding from me! I do not suppose you joined some criminal organization since the last time we saw each other, did you?”

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

Mathias had reached the point where when he turned his head to greet Javert, his head began the spin and his eyesight blurred. "Oh. He-hey there Javert. What's up buddy?" he said with a chuckle, trying to take in everything the auror said. Mathias had met Javert at Excalibur around 1880—or at least that what he remembered. He couldn't promise that he remembered anything properly at the current moment.

"Oh yes, I decided to become a dark wizard and was plotting on infiltrating the ministry to kill the new minister," he said sarcastically slamming his empty glass on the bar. "What have you been up to? Still the same boring old job?" he asked with a tipsy grin.

  

[Javert de Montfault]

Javert laughed at Beaumont’s words. He always admired people with a good sense of humour, even if it was a sarcastic one.

“Now, I would not call it boring!” Javert replied. “Nothing so dangerous could ever be boring! Danger and fun go hand in hand!” Even if it wouldn’t be so fun to have his arm hexed off by a dark wizard or something. Being an auror was still better than doing paperwork all day.

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

Mathias made an attempt to roll his eyes, but in the end only made himself more dizzy. "Sit down, you're m-making me dizzy," he laughed, patting on the seat next to him. "Paperwork is such a bore. That's why I choose to do nothing with my life," he chuckled, a cheesy grin plastered on his face.

Some men were sleepy drunks and some were angry drunks; but Mathias, well, he was just a silly, easily-amused drunk. "Anything exciting happened recently?" he slurred.

  

[Javert de Montfault]

He grinned when Mathias asked him to sit and did as his friend told him. It kind of amused him to see his friend in such a state but then, Javert was of the opinion that drunk people were the most fun people. Himself included.

“Well, we caught a criminal we’ve been hunting for about three months now!” he replied to his friend. “Unless you meant in my life? Because I met the most exciting young lady the other day. Miss Charlotte Averby was her name, but I later learnt she is betrothed. No matter, though. Have you met someone yourself?”

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

As Mathias listened, his brain wasn't processing his words correctly, leaving him slightly confused. He tried to make up an image of a criminal on the run and mixed it up with the image of a girl that Javert had found out was betrothed. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"A girl? Oh yes, I've met a girl. A very prettttty girl," he slurred.

  

[Javert de Montfault]

“Well, do tell!” Javert urged his friend. A waitress arrived with his drink and Javert took a sip from it.

  

[Mathias Beaumont]

Mathias smiled at his friend, nodding his head as he began to explain himself. "Well, I met her at.. er at Twift's and Tat's one morning and she was so prettty," he slurred, a dreamy, yet drunken look on his face. "She had brown hair and light eyes and she was so nice," he said simply, shrugging his shoulders as he stared off in awe.