Butterbeer (James)

Once again, here she was in a restaurant. The thought the weight she'd soon be gaining made her frown as she sipped on her butterbeer. It was late Saturday afternoon and the Three Broomsticks Inn was still overly crowded. She wasn't very fond of the crowd, but she wanted a Butterbeer and she didn't want to stick her nose into the Hogs Head, that place disgusted her.

Aimee was dressed casual today, beginning her lesson plans for the new term. She had on a flowy, coral blouse, patterned leggings and matching coral vans. Her long, wavy hair was adorned with a flowered headband and she chewed on a piece of spearmint gum. She wore leggings most of the time now, because her jeans were too small, but maternity jeans were too big and she despised the hairband trick. She had firmly decided that when term started, she'd wear maxi dresses and by the time winter showed, she'd be massive enough to wear maternity pants.

She looked to the door as she heard the familiar chime of yet another customer. There was absolutely no space for him at all, unless he sat with someone, but that wasn't her business. Looking up again, she noticed it was a man, definitely older than her, but not my much. He took a seat across from her, inside her booth and she sighed internally looking back at his paperwork. What did he want?

He wasn't intruding was he? NOT INTRUDING? She wished she could tell him just how much he "wasn't intruding, however, she decided to play it nice. She needed more friends anyways and she didn't want to make anyone actually hate her. If only she had a sarcastic sense of humour, oh well. "Of course not," she replied cheerfully, "I was just beginning my lesson plans for September." She wasn't lying, she was doing her lesson plans and trying to avoid eating what felt like the trillionth meal for today.

"No hurries, take your time, "she reassured him, mainly because she knew how bad her pregnancy hormones would be if she slipped and said the wrong thing. He was a handsome looking follow, not her type, even if she were single, but someone would surely snatch him up if he gave them a chance.

She felt a familiar rumbling in her stomach and ordered some more food as a waitress passed by, a burger, yum. Usually, she wasn't big on red meat, but now, she ate whatever filled her up. Chicken nauseated her but but she craved burgers. She also requested another Butterbeer along with a water. The wait time didn't bother her too much as it gave her more time to write her lesson plans and talk to this stranger. Looking up at him, she decided to introduce herself. "I'm Aimee Valentine, you are?" she cocked an eyebrow as the question finished.

Aimee tried to ignore him him once he started making himself comfortable, but it became quite hard. He almost didn't seem interested in her, which didn't bother her. She wasn't into taking right now and she wasn't interested in meeting men for any reason in particular.

Once he had gotten comfortable, he introduced himself as James and realised she meant lesson plans for Hogwarts. By his statement, she assumed he worked at Hogwarts, "Oh, yeah, I'll be teaching Care of Magical Creatures as well as heading the Slytherin house," she smiled proudly. She was so glad she'd get to do something to make a difference in the young lives of students. She was almost finished her lesson plans for the third lesson, when they finally brought her food out. She smiled and thanked the waitress making a note to leave soon after so if she got hungry she could go elsewhere.

When she took a small bite of her burger, she cherished it. Someone was going cold and hungry tonight while she was here, warm and content. She knew that if she chomped this burger down fast she'd still be hungry, so she took her time and allowed her food to begin settling. She also took small sips of her Butterbeer and water, not wanting to run out and wait for the waitress to make her way back this way. "So what do you there?" she asked, in reference to Hogwarts.

The smell of his chicken made the nausea strike her...hard. She took a sip of her water and thought about field of sunflowers and butterflies to take her mind off the fact she wanted to hurl. As she fought to finish her food and actually manage to keep it down, she grabbed a mint from her bag and popped it into her mouth, the nausea beginning to diminish a little. As he ate, she decided to finish her third lesson plan. It had been hard choosing what it was she wanted to teach on, but even harder dividing up which grade learned about what. Once she had that figured out, it'd be the same year after him.

She looked up only when he began to speak in response to her prior question. Potions had never been her strong spot, she was always best in Charms and Transfiguration, however, she'd never been interested in becoming an Animagi as much as she was interested in dealing with animals. His comment on the school not being about to hold professors reminded her of when Harry Potter was in school. "Doesn't it just remind you of the Harry Potter years?" she smirked, not quite shocked. Old habits seem to stick around quite a lot. She shook her head in a sarcastic manner as he added the last bit. If anything, the professors were demons.

In her experience, it was often the teachers who were in the wrong more so than the students. However, there were those rare occasions, and the kid had to be the Spawn of Satan. In her opinion, the school just hadn't found the right one yet, and whether he was or wasn't, she wasn't the judge of that. She also wouldn't tell him that she didn't think they'd found the right professor yet in case he was a debater or thought she was referring to him.

Oi. That's what she meant when she said it. Back in Harry Potter's day, Hogwarts couldn't keep a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, much like now they can't keep a Potions professor, but whatever, she didn't need to explain herself. She simply nodded in acknowledgement. She allowed her thoughts to wander to the past, to what she'd been taught while she was attending Hogwarts. It seemed like forever ago, yet it wasn't. Technically, she wasn't even old enough to have known Harry Potter, which makes her feel better about her age.

She listened to him when he asked her whether she was teaching practical or theory. "Mostly practical, some theory." she replied, not yearning to give away any details. She knew her first lessons would be about Firecrabs, because they were a lot better than the usual Flobberworm lessons, but the other lessons would vary depending on how well the students were with the Firecrabs. She always hated the Flobberworm lessons as a student. It was so easy to overfeed them and kill them and they were just disgusting creatures. "What about you?" she returned the question to the seemingly curious man.

She wasn't annoyed or anything by him, she just was growing exhausted and hungry once more. She made a mental note to stop by Florean Fortescue's once she left here to pick her up a couple scoops of watermelon ice cream.