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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 19:21:23 GMT
Putting an arm around her shoulders, "Would've been horrible if we missed eachother" Taking a sip of whiskey, he then asked, "So...who's visiting?"
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 19:23:33 GMT
*she nearly choked when he asked her about the visitor*
It's just a friend of my father's. I don't really know him.
*she looks up at him and smiles*
I can take you on a tour of the cottage if you like, when you're finished with your drink of course.
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Jul 2, 2007 19:27:24 GMT
*Augustus could now hear some voices in a conversation! He was feeling very irked upon the fact that he was helpless and could not do anything, to execute his important task* *Thus, he started thinking of a new wayto get with Pansy!*
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Jul 2, 2007 19:32:07 GMT
*Then, suddenly it strikes to him that he could use the Owl he had bewitched. Thus he enchants some more incantations along with appropraite wand movements!* *The Owl swerves in his room through the window, he quickly takes a parchment and starts scribbling in a handwriting, which was much like that of Pansy's dad* *he then attatches the parchment to the owl's claws and lets it off*
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Jul 2, 2007 19:37:09 GMT
*an owl flies into Pansy's room, the same Owl which Augustus had bewitched, along with a parchment which read!*
Dear Pansy,
I have been busy with my work and thus cant make it to your cottage this time! I think one of my friends called Augustus is there at your cottage. Actually, I told him to fetch the stard you have, I am in a dire need of it as I have to deal with some findings. Please hand it over to him safely and inform him to get straight back to me!
Love, Dad [/i]
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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 19:41:09 GMT
Notices how she chokes, and once she asked him about the tour he said, "Yea that'd be great...are you ok?" Did it go down the wrong pipe or something? He finished off his whiskey in the next moment.
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 19:42:53 GMT
*she smiled*
Yes, I'm fine, thank you.
*finishes her whiskey and sets her glass on the stand next to the couch*
Ready for that tour then?
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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 19:49:56 GMT
Eyes her carefully, but then smiles and nods. Shrugging it off.
Standing up, "Yes indeed"
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 19:53:33 GMT
*stands up and takes his hand, leading him through the house, room by room* *she led him down the hall toward the back*
This is the kitchen, not much to this room. And right back there are our relaxing baths, lots of hot water all the time.
*she laughed then led him up the stairs*
These are the guest rooms, and right down here...
*walks on down the hallway*
This is my suite.
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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 19:58:35 GMT
Lifting a brow, he didn't say anything, the grin never fell from his lips, and he followed her down the hall into her bedroom.
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 20:01:32 GMT
*she walks on in, not noticing the note*
There really isn't much to it. Although this is probably my Favourite room in the whole cottage.
*she smiled at him, still holding onto his hand*
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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 20:07:05 GMT
Once inside her room, he gently tugged on her arm, pulling her to him. Looking down into her eyes, he had brought her hand, which was still inside his, up to his lips. Kissing each of her knuckles in turn, "It's my Favourite too."
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 20:10:53 GMT
*she blushes as he takes her hand and kisses each knuckle, shivering a bit* *she looks into his eyes, smiling, she loves being in his arms*
George....
*she looks down, still blushing*
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Post by george on Jul 2, 2007 20:15:33 GMT
Stroking a finger along her cheek, he tipped her head up so that she was looking up at him, "Pansy" He whispered, just before leaning down and kissing her soft rose lips.
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Post by anastasia on Jul 2, 2007 20:17:45 GMT
*she looked up as he whispered her name and then she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him, gently playing with his hair*
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