(1938-09-21) A Cordial Encounter Cut Short
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Summary: When Cassius and Geralt encounter each other at Cafe Tasseo, they are about to ask Rhyeline to moderate an impromptu debate concerning the Unity Movement - off the record of course. Unfortunately, their meeting is cut short.
Date: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Location: Cafe Tasseo, Diagon Alley, London

Cafe Tasseo

Named for the art of Tasseomancy (Tea Leaf Reading), the posh Cafe Tasseo offers complimentary tea leaf reading to its customers. The cafe has a sort of French elegance to it, but it is much less flagrant, which makes it pure British. The chairs are all padded dining chairs of mahogany and golden embossed fabric one would expect to find in a Louis XIV style without all the pomp of leaves and flanges, just smooth curvaceous lines of mahogany. The use of mahogany, gold and pristine white is throughout the spacious room.

The ceiling is a floral mosaic of white and gold with chandeliers and light fixtures dangling from the mosaic in appropriate places. The gold gilding continues into the walls, accenting raised relief panels on the columns between the windows. The panels share the floral motif of the ceiling, intricately crafted down to the last detail. The windows themselves are just as magnificently turned out; the top quarter is draped in gold shades, the bottom half covered by white sheers, allowing the patrons privacy yet letting ample light through the uncovered section of glass.

Early evening means it’s close to dinner time and Geralt is currently sitting at a table in Cafe Tasseo. The tall dark haired journalist is writing in a large leather-bound notebook his eagle feather quill scratching out a neat curving script as he writes down ideas for his latest story. He looks up on occasion lifting the glass of brandy that sits nearby to his lips to take a quick sip before going back to his work once more. He doesn't seem to have ordered food yet being so absorbed in his work.

Rhyeline arrives a few minutes before she is supposed to meet Cassius for dinner. The waiter is about to escort her to their reserved table when she notices Geralt sitting across the room. She pauses, watching the man with subtle caution before approaching his table. "Excuse me." In the quiet atmosphere of the elegant cafe, her soft voice is easy to catch. Once he looks to her, she gives a respectful nod in greeting. "I- I wanted to apologize for leaving so abruptly last night."

Cassius has eschewed the carriage today — it's such a fuss getting the thing in and out of Diagon Alley anyhow…and the pedestrians hardly appreciate it. So the barrister is on foot, enjoying the evening air. His long strides bring him quickly to the door of the posh Cafe Tasseo. Inside, he pauses briefly as he is greeted by the hostess, flashing her a warm smile and removing his coat to be hung up.

Looking up from his work Geralt's dark eyes fall upon Rhyeline. He smiles warmly and nods to her in a sign of understanding. "That is quite alright. I hope you and your friend made it home alright?" He tilts his head and closes his book tucking it into his satchel which sits open on the floor by his chair. "Though perhaps if you truly wished my forgiveness you would be willing to make it up to me and have dinner with me tonight? Provided you don't have other plans?" He gives her a look of hopeful curiosity and a charming smile. His dark eyes briefly glance to Cassius as he enters before looking back to Rhyeline once more.

Rhyeline's cheeks grow warm at the man's invitation to dinner. Her shy reserve seems to deepen as she lowers her gaze. Before she can speak, the sound of Cassius greeting the hostess catches her attention. Peeking back over at Geralt, she murmurs, "I… em… well, I am here to meet Cassius Malfoy for dinner…"

Cassius follows the hostess to his table, but bids her adieu and meanders over toward Rhyeline and Geralt. "Good evening, Miss Diderot…and Mr. Bulstrode. Delightful to see you." He tilts his head, arching an eyebrow at Rhyeline. "Do you need a few moments?"

Geralt nods to Rhyeline. He doesn't look upset though a flicker of disappointment flashes in his eyes. "Then I won't keep you any longer." He turns his head giving Cassius a polite nod. "Good Evening Mr. Malfoy, I hope you are well. I was just telling Miss Diderot that I forgive her for having to leave me so suddenly the other night. I will not keep her any longer though." He smiles faintly and sips his brandy watching the pair carefully.

Rhyeline hesitates catching sight of subtle disappointment in Geralt's gaze. Looking a bit self-conscious as Cassius approaches, Rhyeline tucks a strand of hair behind her ear "Ah, I- N-no, it's alright. Em… have you met Mr. Bulstrode?"

Cassius smiles congenially to Geralt, offering his hand in greeting. "Indeed, Geralt and I are old housemates. We haven't exactly kept in touch," he nods to Geralt, "But I do read your work. Your insights into the political landscape are quite penetrating. Say…would you care to join us? Unless you're meeting someone, of course." He gives an obligatory glace around the cafe, as if to see if anyone is approaching.

Geralt accepts the offered hand with his own large gloved hand. He shakes it firmly before releasing it with a faint smile at the comments about his writing. "Thank you. I enjoy my work a great deal." He raises an eyebrow at the offer and looks between Cassius and Rhyeline curiously. "I would like that very much thank you. That is if Miss Diderot does not mind my presence?" He looks to Rhyeline waiting to see if she will agree.

Rhyeline keeps quiet until Geralt looks to her, putting her on the spot to speak. Her dark gaze flickers to Cassius before she peeks back up at Geralt. She parts her lips, but it takes a moment before she finds the words. "Of course. Please join us." The waiters are so attentive. Another place is already being set at their reserve table.

Cassius gestures invitingly to Geralt, and offers his arm to Rhyeline to escort her to the table. "I hope we won't bore you overmuch. We tend to get chattering on about work. But then, I suppose that's right up your alley, isn't it, Bulstrode?" He chuckles softly, pulling out Rhyeline's chair to seat her before taking his own seat.

Geralt rises and gracefully moves over to their table taking the remaining chair with a smile. He chuckles a bit at Cassius's words. "Considering that the two of us are bother rather outspoken and have drastically different political opinions and then add in Miss Diderot's own opinions, I don't think I will be bored no." He smirks slightly as he finishes speaking looking between them.

Rhyeline accepts Cassius' offered arm and keeps close to him as he escorts her to her seat. With a demure nod of appreciation, she takes her seat with slow, careful grace. Despite the warmth of her cheeks, the girl's health is still a bit fragile. After the conversation pauses while the waiter takes their orders, Rhyeline peeks over at Geralt and murmurs, "I found your recent piece in the Daily Prophet most interesting. Few are so perceptive when observing the growing storm over Europe."

"It is the growing storm in Europe that I'm trying to avert. I would be interested to find out just how different our opinions really are," Cassius comments. "If they truly are that different, perhaps I can present you with a point of view that you haven't considered."

Geralt smiles warmly at Rhyeline and inclines his head. "Thank you. I try to state the facts and truth and the truth is that a storm is brewing. Whether people wish to see it or not it remains the truth." He studies Cassius speculatively. "If you wish to prevent the storm then your intentions are good. However even the best of intentions are not enough at times. Still it would be very interesting to see where our differences and similarities in opinion lie." He studies the man a moment longer before turning to Rhyeline. "I have an idea…Miss Diderot will ask a question concerning our political opinions on a specific subject and we will each give our answers and discuss them after we both have stated what we believe. Does that sound agreeable to you both?" He looks between them with a curious look with a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

Rhyeline blinks in surprise as she is asked to moderate an impromptu debate. Her dark gaze flickers back and forth between the two influential men for a moment before she gives a little nod. "Yes, I- I could do that. Em… perhaps we could start with- with normative statements on wizard intervention in muggle affairs?"

Cassius dips his head. "It sounds amusing, at the very least. I am agreeable, so long as it is stated that this is off the record. If you want a real interview or debate, you'll have to arrange it through my assistant." He gesture to Rhyeline, chuckling.

Geralt nods to Cassius, a small smirk forming on his lips. "Very well, off the record it is. Though I will likely have to have to see about arranging a proper interview at some point as well." He smiles briefly to Rhyeline, nods to her and then looks back to Cassius. "You may go first on that topic if you like."

Rhyeline can't help but smile and her dark eyes fill with a shy warmth as Cassius refers to her as his assistant. In truth, it has been quite some time since she has been seen in public serving in that role. Her temporary replacement has been competent enough in the meantime. A waiter pours her a glass of red wine and whatever the men requested.

Cassius smiles and nods. "Excellent. Well-…" His eyes flitter toward the window, and he sighs. Outside, a harried-looking wizard is waving frantically, holding up some sort of file folder. "I am terribly sorry. This looks like it isn't going away any time soon. Mr. Bulstrode, if you would be so kind as to entertain Miss Diderot? We'll have our debate — and your interview — another time." Bowing apologetically as he rises, Cassius quickly heads outside to see what the panicked clerk is on about, and put out the latest Ministry fire to come across his desk.

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