In Which Bernard Canvasses for Applicants and Bites Off More Than His Mun Can Chew, Part the Third

Night Three!

*sporks self*

Bernard comes out and goes to his usual interviewing table.

Ophelia is the first to approach. They are both rather shellshocked. Ophelia is confused. Hamlet is discussed. Ophelia makes a rather unusual request, and Bernard tenderly acquiesces. Inspiration and flowers are discussed, and Bernard asks to see Fleur's fleur. The two of them are disgustingly snuggly. It's all rather explicitly platonic.

Oh man. Paul arrives for his interview next. He is simultaneously hysterically funny and terrifying. However, he makes an excellent Apple Martini. This gives Bernard pause.

Dibbler asks about a kitchen position, and Bernard directs him to Gil.

Richard Mayhew interviews for a bartending position, and mixes up a nice Long Island Iced Tea. Also of note are his fighting credentials, which include slaying a minotaur.

Tonks arrives, and Bernard tensely asks for news of Fleur. Bernard cannot comprehend the risks, and does not hide his fear for her safety. He expresses his frustration at not being able to leave to help her or, god forbid, avenge her, and then asks to know everything about the conflict in the Wizarding world. What he hears does not excite him, and he offers his unique talents to the cause. Tonks likes this idea, and reckons the Weasley twins will like it even more.

At the same time, hearing the name Voldemort, Tom Riddle comes over to say "Hi". The men make small talk about Ingress, and Tom and Tonks talk shop. (Sorry, my wrists are hurting.) Realizing how late it is, Tonks leaves.

Penny drops by again, and Bernard is morose at her.

Utena schedules an interview.

After a full night, Bernard takes Ophelia to his room and settles her in the bed; he sleeps in the cot. However, in the middle of the night, she crawls into bed with him. Yet again, it's all rather explicitly platonic. :D

The next day, Bernard and Ophelia avoid the bar, but do sit out by the lake together. Read it. It's lovely.

God, on the homestretch now.