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Post by Antonin Dolohov on Dec 19, 2008 1:29:25 GMT
*Smirks wickedly as the boy went on his way talking, says a bit louder than anything he had before*
Neither does drinking way your life
-this was so unlike him but he couldent stand to see a perfeactly good servent of the Dark Lord waste his life one boos-
*sees her wand and sists himself down*
sure help your self
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Rafe Hitchens
Waning Musician 
Tatterdemalion
Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 19, 2008 1:30:10 GMT
*Chuckles and sings up the flight of stairs until he opens up his rented room and slams the door shut, his head feeling like rubbish*
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Post by Antonin Dolohov on Dec 19, 2008 1:33:32 GMT
*Turns to the girl seeing the boy gone*
I know you don’t want to hear this from an old man, but you really should watch yourself, no telling what danger lurks theses parts
-He said this with a dark look in his eyes, he knew exactly what dangers there was him being one-
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Elvira Crouch
Student of the Dark Arts
Said to be deceased summer 09
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be.
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Post by Elvira Crouch on Dec 19, 2008 1:36:47 GMT
*Raises an eyebrow at hearing the door slam shut and grins to herself.*
Lazy good for nothing drunk she thinks
*Smiles at the other man and nods.*
"Thanks for the warning, but I can really take care of myself, and my boyfriend well..lets just say that I'm safe from any danger."
*Grins at him, and knows that she is perfectly safe from anyone, not only being exceedingly good at curses, well Barty wouldn't let anything happen to her.*
" Enjoy the rest of your evening."
*Without casting a backwards glance, Elvira scooped her hood up and stalked into the night.*
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Rafe Hitchens
Waning Musician
Tatterdemalion
Got money? I'll do anythin' for you.
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Post by Rafe Hitchens on Dec 20, 2008 18:35:03 GMT
*Steps out of his rented room and takes a black coffee from the barman on his way out, nursing a terrible hangover as he tries to recall what exactly he did the night previous*
Bugger, dash it all. Thanks, barkeep. I'll be bac' someday.
*Doesn't dwell on it for too long, steps out into the cold with a cup of coffee and the worst, most dizziest feeling*
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Post by Jim Thorne on Dec 21, 2008 17:20:37 GMT
*walks over to the most empty table near the fire with a steaming plate collected from the bar*
*settles down and tosses his scarf and jacket to the side of him, grabbing knife and fork with relish over the large, beef and gravy filled yorkshire pudding*
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Dec 21, 2008 17:26:51 GMT
**Walks in, feeling utterly miserable, despite the fact she's wearing her leopard print Doc Martens to cheer herself up**
**Orders a fruit juice from the bar and takes a seat, half hoping Remus will walk in on a whim and she can collar him**
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Post by Jim Thorne on Dec 21, 2008 17:35:35 GMT
*catches a glimpse of some incredible print boots over the top of his forkfull of veg and looks up to see a pretty miserable looking woman with mad hair sit down across the room*
*gives her the best effort of a smile he can manage*
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Dec 21, 2008 17:38:35 GMT
**Catches the bloke's eye and forces a smile, sipping her juice discontentedly**
**Thinks to herself, "he seems cool..."**
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Post by Jim Thorne on Dec 21, 2008 17:50:07 GMT
*suddenly notices the woman's pregnant state and feverently hopes his smile didn't come across as some sort of sleazy gesture*
*can't quite live with the thought and resignedly puts down his latest forkfull*
*raises his voice and akwardly calls across* Uh... Just for the record I didn't uh...mean anything... *shrugs* ...you know.
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Dec 21, 2008 17:53:08 GMT
**Goes over to the man's table and takes a seat, desperate for some company**
Nah, it's alright, innit. Most blokes see the belly and run a mile... much like the father.
**Frowns, then forces a smile again**
I'm Tonks. What's your name? Hope you don't mind me coming over like this.
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Post by Jim Thorne on Dec 21, 2008 18:00:42 GMT
*Feels hes made a bit of an idiot of himself and can't think quite what to say in reply*
Uh...oh, I'm sorry to hear about it...
*shifts his jacket over akwardly so theres a bit more room*
*extends his hand for a handshake and introduces himself* Jim.
Sorry if I'm coming across a bit rude *runs a hand through his hair pushing it out of the way* I... uh I haven't exactly been social lately...
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Dec 21, 2008 18:11:08 GMT
Nice to meet you, Jim.
**Shakes his hand**
And it's cool, I haven't been very sociable myself. Are you new around here? I've never seen you in the Leaky before.
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Post by Jim Thorne on Dec 21, 2008 18:18:58 GMT
I haven't really been in touch with wizarding things for a while, this isnt really my sort of place either *looks around at the fairly twee interior* but a man's gotta eat.
I take it you're a regular here or something then?
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Post by Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks) on Dec 21, 2008 18:23:11 GMT
Yeah, the food's pretty good here. You should try the stew, it's really good.
I live in Diagon Alley, innit. The pokey flats above the shops, just around the corner.
**Finishes her juice and plays with the tiny cocktail umbrella**
Not involved in wizarding things, eh? Been doing Muggle things, or just keeping to yourself?
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