Relaxing with a drink

Making her way to Hogsmeade Harriate almost smiled at the familiar surroundings.
Heading to the 3 broomsticks she ordered herself a firewhiskey before sitting in the darkest corner of the room watching everyone carefully.
As the door opened her nose twitched.
That scent...it was...

Edward walked into the rather packed three broom sticks he stopped just out of the way and cast a glance around his eyes darting over everytable his eyes glanced over a girl and then the scent his him, very slightly his lip curled back over his teeth in mild disgust he shook the scent away and resumed his looking, his eyes where a buring liquid golden topaz.

Harriate stared at the person who had just entered. her wolf side started growling but she placed a calm smile on her face.
She never did understand where the dislikeof vampires had come from.

he knew from the scent it was werewolf, the scent so foul and vile that if he could bile would no doubt rise in his throat, he ignored many looks and went straight for the bar, he spoke to Rosmerta who was more then happy to help with a sweet smile, to keep up appearences Edward ordered Firewhisky although he hated any human drink he had to atleast appear human, he moved gracfully and took a table picking up a news paper his eyes spet it, and he didn't touch his drink.

harriate picked up her drink and walked over to the vampires table sitting down.
'Why do werewolfs hate vampires?' She asked bluntly.

his eyes snapped up at the strong scent before she spoke "I don't actually know mutral, that and you really do smell" he wrinkled his nose folding the paper swiftly and chucking it on the table "can i help you?" he asked his voice smooth and obviously well spoken

'I was just curious. no one's ever explained these things to me. I wanted to know why the wolf growls and tells me to tear your throat out...and why you smell like your decaying i guess.' Again she shrugged

"mutural thing, histroical Dracular and Van helsing, part i presume" he shrugged gracefully "although not all of us are quite like Dracular, it's a werewolfs often habbit to protect humans although as far as i'm aware they don't know it, consiously, long story, no one truely knows the answer, no doubt i smell like that becasue i'm dead you could say, and you smell like..hm" he paused and took a cautions sniff then reeled back alittle "a mixture of many horrible thing, a wet dog, dog excreation, and other countles rotten things that would have me retching if i could" a smile tugged at his lips and a crooked smile spread across them

Harriate out right laughed at him.
'Oh is that so? Are you sure that's not yourself your sniffing?' She grinned.
'So why do some vamps and wolfs get along?'

he looked to her pointedly "very amusing i'm sure, that too is a mystery, if your reffering to your boyfriend being a vampire?" he looked to her up over the new paper he had picked up again he then looked back to it as if stating something casual

'Yep. But then when i was a human i had no problem with 'magical creatures' when i was human so why should it change now that i'm not?'

"fair point we are brought up as we are solid on our concrete bases, it is eveidentally opinionated, and historical something you live with and grow accostomed too or you cna change, although change is not often the best path"