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Merry Christmas everyone!

I'm Sirius, one of the two lovely wizards around here. Next month is the big opening of our magic shop, but today I speak on behalf of something, someone else.

See this lovely lady?

[He turns the device until it shows the moving photograph of Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, how she's smiling and waving rather untypically at the camera.]

She currently doesn't have a date for New Year's Eve! It's bad enough to spend Christmas alone or, well, in the company of a drunkenly depressed friend with an odd sense of humour, but how can a gorgeous woman like that be alone for New Year's?

It'd be a crime, I'm sure you agree. She is called Anita, she can probably kick your arse the way she'll kick mine if she catches me for this, she is, as you can see, absolutely gorgeous. Add wit and charm to that and anyone who's not snatched up yet should be going after her!

However, needless to say, there are some requirements. For one, she only wants males. I'm sorry, ladies, I've been trying to convince her! For another, obviously you should be good-looking and charming and witty yourself.

She might go for the bad boys, just a bit, but doesn't everyone?

Come on, blokes, tell me if you're interested and if you meet my approval, I might be able to help set something up.

[OOC: ...marauder is doing marauding things, I suppose. Needless to say, Anita doesn't know he's doing this. That's what makes it fun.]

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[She hesitates for a moment, almost forgetting that guns are completely foreign to him. Finally, she gets to her feet, though she looks mildly uncomfortable about the whole thing.]

Hold on.

[She disappears into her room for a minute, then returns with her Browning Hi-Power and a small case of spare ammunition in hand. She gingerly sets both items down on the table in front of them, beside the computer, before taking her seat. Reaching for the Browning, she opens the chamber to show that it's empty. Nothing to fear here.]

Bullets -- those little projectiles in the case -- go in here. They might not look like much, but when you pull the trigger, they're propelled forward with gunpowder. The force behind them is so strong that they can go through just about anything. You can shoot someone to wound, but few people do. Most people aim for the chest. Any kind of damage to internal organs like that... it's usually fatal, or at least seriously damaging.

[She's obviously nervous as she lays the gun down, picking up the small case of ammo and opening it to show him its contents.]

Bullets don't look like much, but with that much force behind them, nothing short of a bulletproof vest is going to stop them.

[He is silent as he tries to wrap his mind around the technology - so strange for him. But at long last he nods, hand reaching out to touch the gun.]

There is no magic to it.

[It's a statement, but he still looks at her for confirmation.]

With magic, the only way to kill is to use dark magic. And using dark magic even just once opens anyone up to its influence. If you use this gun to protect yourself or others, then it isn't inherently dark. There is no magic to it.

[He pulls away from the gun and runs his fingers through Anita's hair instead.]

And even if the killing itself doesn't bother you, your conscience still shows. I'm glad you're getting a break from this life here. If killing bothered you as little as you say, you'd not look so worried now.

[She shakes her head.]

Nope. No magic involved.

[She stiffens slightly as he runs his fingers through her hair, but relaxes a moment later. He hasn't run away from her. That's a good sign.]

I was worried of what you would think of me. ... killing is part of what I do. My skillset is pretty specific, but I'm very good at staying alive -- and keeping people I care about alive, too. I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen.

I've put people into Azkaban. Killing is a much better fate.

I'd know.

[He takes her hand again to give it a reassuring squeeze.]

I'm glad you stayed alive. And that you still have a conscience.

[She smiles grimly, allowing him to take her hand without the least bit of resistance.]

Where I'm from, it's pretty much considered to be the worst thing you can possibly do to another human being. I've seen worse, too, though. The monsters... they'll often do worse. I don't believe in torture. If I have to kill someone, it's going to be quick and clean as I can make it.

If I had a choice, I'd rather be...

[He trails off, looking past her at nothing as he remembers some things, before finally shaking his head.]

Seems like you're doing the better thing. And now you get your clean slate.

[Now it's her turn to close her other hand over his, giving him a squeeze.]

Hey. Don't think like that.

I don't think I get a choice in the matter, that's why I prefer not to think.

[He takes a deep breath and shakes his head.]

So, New Year's! Don't be mad at me.

[She'll take the change of subject, since she doesn't want him to dwell, but she squeezes his hand again nonetheless.]

It's hard to be mad when I know you just mean well. What will you be doing that night while I'm out on the town with my dream guy?

I don't know. Avoid Remus, maybe. Talk to Remus, maybe.

Make sure your date behaves.

I'm sure Remus would rather talk than have you avoid him.

[She smirks slightly.]

Planning to play chaperon?

I just don't trust him!

[Not as if he's jealous or anything.]

You are free to do as you want. He' not.

Hey, there's still time between now and then. For all you know, someone else could move in and sweep me off my feet before New Year's. It's unlikely, but it could happen.

I don't think you're swept all that easily. Way too stubborn.

[She leans in closely, giving him a knowing, almost taunting smile.]

Then maybe you shouldn't be so worried about me going with Loki.

I'm not exactly worried about your virtue here.

[Not so subtly leaning back.]

He could be dangerous.

[She straightens up, shaking her head.]

If he pulls anything, I'll shoot him.

Besides. There are a few things I'd like to talk to him about, seems like as good a time as any.

You're good at making people talk.

Or maybe that's just me.

It's a talent I have. Often put to use under more stressful conditions, but what can I say? People open to up to me.

[Sometimes even without her threatening them!]

To be fair, it helps that you already know just about everything about me.

More than I do.

[She turns her hands up.]

If I had a book about myself available, I would hand it to you.

... well, maybe not. I'm not sure you would approve of the sort of men I hang out with back home.

I don't like the ones forcing you into dating them much, no.

The werewolf sounds alright.

Did you mention anyone else?

Nope. But I'm pretty sure if there really is a book out there about me, that they're writing about Edward, too. Edward's a piece of work.

Of course, not to mention all of the other vamps and werewolves that come attached to the two head honchos.

What's wrong with Edward?

Yeah, no wonder you're glad for a break.

He may or may not be a complete and utter sociopath.

[She shakes her head slightly.]

But you know what? I wouldn't be alive today without him. I'd have gotten killed a long time ago. I owe Edward a lot. But that doesn't mean I won't pull the trigger if he ever decides killing me is better than being my friend.

Let me tell you, though. It's way better to be his friend than his enemy, and there is no in-between.

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