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Professor Yaslana strode into the hall slowly. He wore robes of a deep royal blue. His eyes swept the table curiously then he paused before sitting. Tapping it with his wand, it turned red. Satisfied, the reserve Auror sat down happily.

As he observed the room, he eagerly wondered with whom he would be dining. His eyes fixed on the door like a tiger waiting for it's prey.

Lucivar silently decided he'd buy whoever ruled heaven a beer when Evelyn asked her question. He rose, sliding out the chair beside him with a beaming smile.

"My dear," he greeted happily, "I would be honoured to dine with you."

Lucivar felt a smile cross his face. "Evelyn my dear, my evening just became perfect." He watched her sniff her drink in amusement. "You dyed your hair for tonight? It looks good."

Lucivar sighed softly as he sat back in his chair, observing her thoughtfully. The reserve Auror was sizing her up while she spoke. He paled slightly as the talk turned to parents. "I miss my parents." he commented idly, giving information for information. "My parents died when I was a child. Muggles adopted me. My first magic was to accidentally inflate their pet Jack Russell. The ministry had to warn them why it happened."
"They took it really well. Infact, I would be bold enough to say they were proud. Especially when the Hogwarts letter showed up, in the hands of a teacher. McGon.. Something.." The smile on his face slipped slightly at the next bit. "During the war, when the Ministry fell, i was an active Auror. I got caught with the rest but they slipped up. Send me after my own adoptive folks. They had no idea of their mistake and I broke free. No force in the universe could make me touch my mother or father in anything but a loving kiss to the cheek. I took them to a place near the school. That Potter boy was missing but I kept hope in this school. I knew if we fought back, it'd be here."
He'd never told anyone his past. It seemed terribly easy to opent o Evelyn. he just hoped she knew he wasn't just after a quick fling, and genuinely sought friendship.

Lucivar didn't meet the females look. He was instead surveying the seated students. Some were talking, others looked scared. He looked back at the female, meeting her eyes. There was a tiredness to them.
"Them," he murmured softly to the female, "I fought because no matter what, these children needed to learn. They're our charges now, like we were our teachers and those of them who become teachers will do the same for their students."
He licked his lips gently, taking a sip of wine, "I fought for my parents. You-know-who would have seen every Muggle subjected and killed for us. I know full damn well he'd have had the Impervious spells removed once he knew it was too late for us to go back." he smiled embarrassedly, "And I fought because I was a headstrong young man, born by the sword, living by the sword and wanted to die by the sword." He idly ran a hand over his wand in his pocket as he said the last bit. Yaslana had been born to fight. He knew that well and he'd die knowing it. "I must confess. I'm glad you weren't here. I would have found it terribly difficult to concentrate!"
At the last bit, he flashed a grin.

Lucivar took the subject gracefully, picking up his menu. he regarded it a moment. "They did this for the Yule ball. I was here as protection for ol' Barty Crouch." He looked at his plate.
"Bacon." He informed it. Bacon appeared on the plate and he nodded. "Thought so. I love elves. I knew I had one. They're such intelligent people."

Lucivar looked at his plate. "Gravy." he said. There wasn't enough. There was never enough. "Gravy. Damnit elves I'm a war hero. Gimme gravy!"
The plate was soon covered in gravy. Lucivar looked happily at his plate then up at asked softly, "Where is he now? Here? Many people with house elves bring them here."