It had turned into an equal parts ridiculous and frightening scenario; disturbing in its own right as he was practically balancing on the edge of ruin.. Had he known how a thin a line that separated success and failure on his plotted course of action he would, no doubt, have settled for a less excusable yet generally safer destination of choice. Anything away from public places would have been smoother, at any rate, as well as lessening the risks of stumbling across familiar Hogwarteers (as, after all, every extra pair of eyes that registered the anomality of his presence eventually increased the risks to borderline humungous proportions). Never mind that an explanation in case of detection would have been tougher to manage, though that was entirely beside the point. It was ironic, though, he mused as he yet again assessed the situation, how by preparing oneself for anything it was possible to overlook seemingly irrelevant details that, in fact, possessed inordinate significance. The girl beside him was but an example to validate his reason, as such; she was a factor he hadn't accounted for, a nuisance in the back of his mind, and yet the subsequent disregard of what was fittingly deemed an inconsequential personage had eventually stranded him in a fix that he wasn't sure of how to control.

Time was running out, the clock slowly but steadily ticking toward the hour where no longer could dawdle about. Granted, the arrival of Morgan had been out of his hands; though in retrospection he couldn't help but wonder if a slightly change of planning - or, even so, mere awareness of the threat she could pose - would have been enough to thwart the spot of meaningless trouble he found himself forced to navigate..

Shouldnt have drawn a conclusion, at any rate, she pointed out, although she was far from serious despite her most solemn tone, I could very well be the very epitome of the untamed feline.

Hnnh. How.. Quaint.

He couldn't help but snicker at Morgan's unusual choice of words, hilarious a mental image as it was to bestow the upright and solemn serpentette with a similarly ludicrous metaphor. Whether she was serious or not was entirely debatable, as such; as, after all, she hardly qualified for such suggestive a term. Doubtful as it was that she ever snapped out of her usual disposition; her mediocre front of regularity and plain austerity telling tales of little but studious tendencies indulged on a day to day basis. Harsh generalization though it was - and not without its exceptions, as proven - no one in his right mind could brand the typical girl next doors as the frivolous sort of a kitten. Not to say that Morgan necessarily was the archetype of that aforementioned assemblage, either, though it certainly felt more appropriate than her self-proclaimed title of choice. Untamed indeed. Oh, from his perspective she had several flaws of character, as anyone, though to refer to her as anything along the lines of impetuous or downright rebellions was not just unlikely; no, it was rather to push the limits of sheer credibility.

I dont think they make exceptions for Head Boys, Montague, she said, though he was hardly under that impression. Though I do believe your stakes are higher in this equation. I dont have a badge they could take away from me, after all.

His ill-concealed amusement faded as quickly as it had appeared, however, the expressed glee seemingly having oscillated between the two of them as Morgan fell into a similar - if flimsier - laugh. Charles couldn't help but roll his eyes in the skyward direction, a dismissive sneer on his lips as she offered her teasing retort. "You have a knack for stating the obvious," He muttered, a forcible smirk on place, though he rather avoided further discussions of that irrelevant tangent by clasping his provided beverage. He was well on the way to insist that Morgan was to join him for another; determined as he was to go through with his improvised reserve plan.. Granted, it wasn't the most airtight of schemes, as established, though essentially it had to do in the absence of something more elaborate..

Indeed, said Alannah, and then shook her head as he pushed the drink towards her. But thank you, really. I think Ive had my fill.

"Pity that," He responded with a casual shrug, slowly twirling his glass about its designated spot at the table as he cursed whatever customary safeguards - be they mental or physical - that essentially kept her in check. Call it the proof of lacking thought to her previous statement, as her voiced reluctance to accept another simple drink spoke volumes against her so-called untamed nature. A pity, indeed, that she hadn't been sincere in that aspect; as it would have been significantly easier to cause a wilder specimen to surrender to the temptation. "And here I presumed that a regular of this place was out for more than just a sip," He continued, a pointed look on his features as his gaze flickered back toward her countenance. Surely he didn't need to broadcast his lack of faith in her implausible excuses, never mind that supposedly, as established, she could have her reasons for being there. "Though I suppose that implies that some people doesn't come here for the booze alone. Surprising,"

For a categorically aristocratic snot who breaks the norm himself, youre rather quick to assume things about a person,

"And I suppose you're entirely unbiased from that perspective, yourself?," He added, another roll of his eyes following right on queue..

And oh believe me, Montague, I have no intention to tattle on your more questionable pursuits at despicable places of this sort. You have nothing to fear from me in that department. As delightful as our time together truly was, she added, sardonically. Too much of a good thing, you know. And as mentioned, I was just here to get a drink. But fancy meeting you here and catching up on old times.

"So you say, Morgan," He retorted, a hint of ambiguity ringing in his statement. Typically, it seemed his minute inquisition had but been another frustrating loop of repeated information. It was but a hopelessly unproductive pursuit to pull the factual truth of her, as such, and consequentially he wasn't prepared to opt for a repeat performance. He needed to get rid of her prior to interrogating her, after all, hence why he threw another glance at the untouched firewhiskey in front of her before he continued to speak. Better to concentrate on what was important than to argue general irrelevancies with an increasingly tipsy individual. "If that's so, however, you shouldn't insult me by refusing my hospitality. Just call it a drink between fellow Slytherins', if you will. Lest, of course, you would rather socialize with the rest of the rabble here?," He adopted a smoother approach as he threw along the latter proposal, a derisive quality to his voice as he gestured toward the general clientele of scumbags and criminals. "Take your pick. I'm sure that anyone of this motley bunch would appreciate the company of a proverbial wildcat, as you so eloquently put it,"

For, of course, prolonged sarcasm was forever the best way to get over pointless discussions.