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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 0:09:54 GMT
*moans softly at his touch. Her eyes closing as his lips caress her skin*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 0:15:25 GMT
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 5:33:50 GMT
*after having fallen asleep in Rogers bed, she wakes the next morning with a start. She stretches, her hand comming to rest on Rogers chest. Jumping slightly she realizes where she is and sits up, pulling the covers up over her.*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 11:21:32 GMT
*her sudden movements wake him up*
Good morning...
*looks at her*
Is something wrong?
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 13:27:08 GMT
Morning!
*turns her head to look at him.*
Wrong, no, nothing is wrong.
*smiles, and lays back down next to him.*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 19:26:36 GMT
*puts his arm around her and pulls her closer*
Thats Good. May I ask what this is?
*traces the tattoo around her face with his finger*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 22:01:51 GMT
*cuddles into his side*
Oh this...
*places a hand under her right eye.*
It hides a scar I recieved in a muggle bar. Do you like it?
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 22:03:23 GMT
Oh, well that is a good idea...
How did you get the scar? Bar fight?
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 22:06:29 GMT
Yeah. Apparently I knocked into some chick. I went to appologize and she hit me. One of my friends got caught up in it and was killed after we left the bar. Silly muggles.
*closes her eyes, curling up next to him. A small smile on her lips.*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 22:10:19 GMT
Oh, that is terrible.
*puts his arms around her as she cuddles closer to him*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 22:12:35 GMT
She got what was comming to her.
*kisses under his chin*
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Post by Roger Davies on Aug 20, 2009 22:15:27 GMT
*kisses the top of her head as he runs his hands through her hair*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 20, 2009 22:19:53 GMT
*giggles softly, pulling the blanket tight about her.*
Don't worry she wasn't hurt...bad. She just had to walk everywhere for a while.
*traces her fingers over his chest*
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Post by Fleur Delacour on Jun 10, 2013 0:38:59 GMT
While in France visiting her family Fleur heard news of the Death Eater attack on the Burrow. Although she didn't always get along with her soon to be family outside of Bill, she was still worried about them. She wanted to go back to the Burrow but was afraid of what she might find there. She couldn't go alone as it might not be safe yet, so she decided to seek help from the only man she could trust outside either of her families: Roger Davies.
Fleur packed a few belongings in her bag and hid herself under a dark hooded cloak to avoid notice. She wandered the largely deserted streets of Hogsmeade in a desperate attempt to find Roger's cottage, looking for anything that looked familiar. Just before dusk she finally found it. She approached the door, took a deep breath and knocked on it, hoping he was home.
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Post by Roger Davies on Jun 10, 2013 0:49:59 GMT
Roger heard a knock at the door, which was quite to his surprise. He was not expecting any visitors, nor can he think of anyone who would be calling. He picked up his wand, approached the door and opened it slowly. To his surprise, a familiar woman was standing there. A women of such exquisite beauty he could never forget her even if he had a memory charm performed on him. He even had to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming; he wasn't. After the initial shock of seeing her wore off he finally spoke:
"Fleur? Wha... What are you doing here?"
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;D 
