Blown (Cat/Evelyn)

Evelyn had been relatively indifferent to whether or not she went home with someone tonight, but after the mind-blowing discussion with Dare, even catching up a little with Matthew hadn't been enough to set her mind straight again. Eventually, she'd sighed and decided to head home. With her head tucked down against a chill wind into a thick scarf, she didn't pay much attention to the people waiting in line to get into the club.

"The night's just getting started," a voice called. Cat was still in the queue, having gotten to Owlton later than usual, but a certain shapely brunette had caught his attention. He waved her over, on the chance that he could get her to come back in with him. "What's up, gorgeous?" he asked.

Evelyn looked up, scanning the crowd, then smiled when her eyes caught on a familiar face. "Hello, there," she said as she walked up to him. "I just got finished having the weirdest conversation, you wouldn't even believe me." She smiled and shook her head. "You should've been here an hour ago, we could be back at your place by now."

Cat arched an eyebrow. He glanced back to see how long the line behind him had gotten, then shrugged it off and stepped out. "Come on," he said, gesturing down the street with a nod of his head. "Tell me about this weird conversation that's worth leaving the Crow's Nest for." Of course, it was worth leaving for another shot with a girl like Evelyn in the first place.

Evelyn nodded and fell into step beside Cat. "Met this guy named Dare. He was gorgeous, tall, blue hair," she laughed lightly. "Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts. Oh, yeah, and he's married to an ex-Death Eater who likes having a wank thinking about torturing muggles." That was enough to get started on, she thought. She shoved her hands deeper into her pockets.

"F~, are you kidding me?" She didn't look like she was kidding. She looked more than a little disturbed. "I've heard of them," he said. "The Blackwood-Hardts, they're all over the magazines. My kid brother's all obsessed with one of the mags, he and our cousin go to Hogwarts. I thought the Death Eater was all repented and retired, though."

"Swear on my grandmother's grave," Evelyn said. "Apparently Michael's got a pensieve and he uses it to watch old memories of when he was a teenager and gets off. The two've been through some sh~, but he said Michael's not a Death Eater anymore." Maybe he wasn't, but she was under the opinion that the guy might be just a little f~ed in the head.

"Yeah, there was some Death Eater battle years ago, my brother said. The guy turned himself in to the Aurors and got on the straight and narrow." But the guy was watching Death Eater memories in a pensieve to get off. "That's f~ing twisted. He was the poster boy for People Can Change." Him and that photographer, though Cat couldn't think of that guy's name off the top of his head.

"They got into BDSM last year sometime, Dare mentioned a riding crop," Evelyn said. "Guesses that triggered something. I mean...I don't know, it's messed up, blew my mind, I couldn't stay in the club." She shrugged and looked down at her feet. "I think there's a lot more going on in that relationship than pensieve wanks, but whatever."

She eyed Cat for a moment, then her lips curved. "You got any creepy fetishes you're hiding? Better to get them out now, mate."

Cat laughed at the question. "I'm an animagus, but I've never met anyone into bestiality, so you're pretty safe." She hadn't minded f~ing in his living room with the wall of windows, so he doubted anything he was into would scare her off. "I'm a leopard," he added, and gestured to a grouping of rosettes at his hairline.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," Evelyn said, grinning. With that knowledge and the memory of their time spent together, it only seemed to make sense. "I bet leopard-you would be fun to cuddle with." Warm and muscular and furry and...did the big cats purr? Well, she could imagine they did.

Cat grinned. "I f~ing own cuddling," he teased. "I'm teaching the Animagus class at school, doing research toward my Masters. It's sweet, I can offer extra credit to students for helping me out." There was so much more to the subject than self-Transfiguration, and he was learning a lot of little technical things he didn't think he'd have gotten for years if he was teaching basic Animagus back home. "What's your major? I know it's not Transfig, or I'd have seen you around sooner."

"Enchantment," Evelyn said. "I love charms. I'm minoring in defense for potions, they're fun, too. I like trying to come up with new spells and potions." She wasn't obsessive over it like some people could be, but it was fun. There was creativity in it and pure joy when something finally worked right the first time. "I'm a bit of a mad scientist that way." It was a term she'd heard from a muggle friend and she liked it.

"Brains and beauty," Cat said. "Wicked combination." There were a lot of people into Charms and DADA, but not a lot willing to experiment. There was too big a risk of exploding yourself or burning down your own house if you screwed up. "Are you onto anything yet, or still working on it?" he asked.

"I haven't come up with anything too interesting, just a few tweaks on already existing spells and potions. You know, making them more efficient or changing what they do a little," Evelyn said. It wasn't very impressive, but everyone had to start somewhere. "I'm not up to grad school, teaching classes standards, yet," she teased.