Meeting Future Colleagues (Zoya & Jake)

The Auror training class was draining and her dorm depressing, basically, Zoya was famished and desperate to get out. She had half a mind to change her accommodation but she liked the fact that it was the cheapest thing around, meant she spent even less of her family's money and that fact always cheered her up. "Snitch! Oh bloody dog, behave!" She snapped, pulling back the overexcited dog from the scared passerby. She flashed an apologizing smile but didn't voice it, not having the time as she was half-dragged by her excited golden retriever.

Thankfully the canine had enough appetite to zero in on the smell of food and she didn't have to steer him much, his destination the same as hers - the Coffee Shop. Zoya couldn't cook for her life and she basically lived on the cafeteria food. It was a busy day and she had to tug and apologize many times trying to keep her pet under control. "Snitch, please stop it or I will tie you outside!" The treat managed to quiet the hyperactiveness for a while as Snitch tried his best puppy dog look on her. Ignoring him entirely, she focused instead on ordering her usual huge pile of food and a giant mug of coffee. A small yip and she rolled her eyes and added gravy to her order. "Happy?' She asked, bending down to the bane of her existence and scratching his ears. She loved him, even if she didn't remember him much.

It took a while for her order to get ready and she spent it scanning the little, homely cafeteria noting the rush. Lunch time is the worst time to be in here. Snapping out of her thoughts at the call of her order, she picked up the tray piled with an assortment of food, mostly unhealthy and struggled for a while to balance it and maintain a firm grip on Snitch. He proved to her undoing as always, excited by the smell of the gravy, he began to jump up and try and reach for the tray disturbing Zoya's already precarious balance and causing the tray of food to slip out of her grip and land on some poor fellows table while she fell down most ungracefully. "WHAT THE HELL?!"! She exploded, glaring at the culprit ho resorted back to his usual defense: the puppy dog eyes. "Won't help you, she muttered, pushing herself off the floor.

"I am so so so so so sorry!" She exclaimed to the other victim, wincing as she noticed the small audience she had gathered. This was so embarrassing. "Are you hurt or anything?" She asked the guy, he looked familiar but she couldn't place him. "I am really sorry."

"Used to worse." Zoya answered easily, distracted slightly by the handsomeness of her 'victim'. His chuckle blinked her out of it and she groaned at Snitch's antics. "Man, get away from him." She admonished him half-heartedly. "He doesn't deserve pats." She remarked sulkily, shooting glares down at the unfortunate canine. "No more gravy for you Snitch. How do you like the sound of that?" Triumphant at her idea for punishment, which she knew she could never bring herself to act upon, but it was a great threat anyway. Like any mention of punishment, it caused her over-dramatic pet to launch off into sulk mode, sinking down with his nose on his paws he looked at her with an accused and hurtful gaze. "Would you look at him?! He behaves like I am the villain and he is like a Disney Princess." She said to the guy, gesturing to Snitch. "Not working, bro." She said with a note of finality, shifting her attention from the dog to human life.

Her preoccupation with 'disciplining' Snitch made the now clean surfaces a surprise for her and she blinked in confusion for a second before remembering that magic made that possible. She still had to get used to using magic to deal with situations, the muggle reactions came far more easily. It took her a few moments more to realize she had been addressed with a question and cursing her inattentiveness, she answered, "Oh no! Definitely not. I cannot inconvenience you further. In fact, I should be the one buying stuff for you. It's not like your food survived much." She answered, pointing to the now bare table. "Your accent? It sounds different. Not from around here?" She couldn't stop her curiosity, but noticed the impoliteness in not introducing herself before. Holding out ehr hand, she rectified her mistake. "I am sorry, I am Zoya. You?"

"All the same, you must share some with me. I feel really bad." Zoya insisted, the courteousness putting her on an edge slightly. This was probably not the way she would have reacted and such a stark difference made her curious and she noticed the guys actions more carefully, confused by the seemingly genuine niceness. She didn't like being around people whose motivations she couldn't figure out, it made her uncomfortable but she stuck around and not just for the food. She was intrigued by the guy.

"American? Isn't that a bit of a distance?" She questioned, raising her eyebrow slightly. She hadn't yet reached the Geography phase in her re-education of the world so she didn't know much but she was quite sure America was on a different continent entirely. "Nice to meet you too." She replied automatically, noting that he tipped the waitress slightly more. This guy was weird. "Thank you." She said genuinely, meaning it. Weird or not, the guy was nice that was sure. Rolling her eyes at the insistent prodding just above her ankles, she took the gravy and placed it in front of Snitch, "Now do me a favor and act dead for a while, please?"

"I guess." She answered with a shrug, sliding the Chocolate cake slice she had ordered to Jake's side of the table. "Oh yea, I am in the first year course.What about you? But before that, some chocolate cake? Who doesn't like chocolate cake?"

"What's wrong with the job prospects there?" Zoya couldn't help but ask, hoping that the answer wasn't something obvious or a topic of common knowledge. "How different is it?" Until this point she hadn't looked at places other than London so this conversation was doubly fascinating. "Do you miss it?"

She cocked an eyebrow at his reaction to the cake, wondering what was wrong. She had ordered most of the items based on there popularity and this dish had been near the top. "What's the matter with it? Is t too sweet or wait......" She trailed off as she tried to make sense of his general reactions to the food she had piled up. It was what went into the category of unhealthy food and that was pretty much all the connection she could find among them. "Oh. Are you health conscious or something? Totally against decent tasting food?" She teased, digging into the cake slice.

"Hmmm.....you just cannot wait to exercise authority, huh? Because that's all that matters." She couldn't help but tease, snickering as she licked the spoon clean. "For me there' still a year more, but even then I doubt they will let me go straight out."

Zoya listened to the description and tried to come up with a virtual image to go with it. "Sounds nice. Have muggles there also made stuff out of elektercity?" She asked, wondering whether the muggles there were as advanced as the ones she had seen when she had wandered into the mugge areas. She had been fascinated by the technology they had innovated but whatever she had bought, after a very embarrassing time with the muggle money, it didn't work around here. She was still trying to research that particular effect. She doubted the muggles would be much help though.

"No way! What did you play?" She asked, looking up from her food to give her full attention to Jake, giving him a very unsubtle once-over. "Mate come on. With a body like that, you should treat yourself sometimes at least. Do you even remember what this tastes like?" Her incredulous questioning was broken by Snitch's excited barking, signifying that he was done with the gravy. "See? Even Snitch agrees."

"You wanna know my secret?" She went into drama queen mode, gesturing Jake to come closer and leaning across the table. Looking around the room in a very obvious check out, she whispered in an excessively low voice, "Get something like him." She finished with a very reassuring nod, pointing to her pet who was playing with the empty dish. "You will never gain an ounce, Morte guarantee."

Zoya doubted it would work, but there was no harm in trying She shrugged and replied, "I dunno, let's see what happens. I am not sure whether it would work but no harm in trying I guess?" She had a vague feeling that she would need more than just permission from the Professor to get back to her field acceptable state.