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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 17, 2009 21:00:07 GMT
*Shakes his hand violently, hopping around, cussing profusely.*
*Snaps his head up looking at her his face twisted in agony.*
Just peachy thanks.
*Looks down at his swelling fist and back at her, knowing what a git he is for doing that again. His anger and frustration just got the best of him.*
I'll be in to see you.
*Hangs his head.*
Sorry 'bout that.... It's just that since.... since my uncle's dissappearance...
*Can't finish his sentence, and his body sags in defeat.*
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Post by willow on Jun 17, 2009 21:33:42 GMT
*Still looking like  she nods* Maybe not punching things would be a good idea... you know with that hand. *Wants to hug tha man, he just looked like a lost little puppy who needed to be held* Look don't analogize, I understand that's your family. *motions for him to sit down, wiggling her wand for another dose of pain relief* |
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 17, 2009 21:39:22 GMT
*Holds back the tears in his eyes, his hand throbbing and smiles weakly at her.*
*Sits heavily on the stool and lays his hand on her leg, sighs softly.*
Have at it, doc.
*Looks at her, grateful for her compassion and understanding.*
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Post by willow on Jun 17, 2009 22:55:13 GMT
*Does her thing, leaving his hand lay still on her lap allowing it to rest*
*Smiles up at him and leans back on the bar yet again*
Now then.
*Yawns*
You live here in London?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 17, 2009 23:01:52 GMT
*Doesn't mind his hand on her leg, and continues to gaze at her.*
Yeah it's more convenient seeing that I work.. erm... worked at my uncle's shop.
*Lifts his almost empty glass and drains it dry.*
You live 'round here?
*Signals to the bartender for two more drinks with his free hand. Upon receiving the drinks he lays some gold on the bar, slides a drink in front of her, and scoots his stool closer.*
*Gives her a confident smile, feeling much better, except the pub is spinning a bit more. He blinks his eyes and focuses on Willow.*
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Post by willow on Jun 17, 2009 23:35:54 GMT
*Looks down, fidgeting with his loosened bandages*
Yup, about a few blocks from here. Just stopping by for a drink on my way home actually.
*Starts to look as tired as she felt, seeing as it was way past midnight*
Cheers
*Raises the drink he just bought her, and takes a sip. Not planning to finish it as she still had to walk home*
Don't pass-out on me or anything, you look a little heavy, would be a pain to carry you home.
*Winks, giggling a bit at his state of drunkenness*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 17, 2009 23:42:32 GMT
*Likes the way she cares for his hand, that's a good sign.*
Hmm.. me too.
*Points in the direction his flat is.*
I live thataway.
*Watches her drink, and pushes his away, he's had too much tonight and he knows it.*
With how tired you look I think I might be the one carryin' someone home instead.
*Flashes a charming smile.*
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Post by willow on Jun 18, 2009 0:47:05 GMT
Oh I'm impervious to sleep, don't even remember the last time I did it..
*Says while yawning, leaning her head in the palm of her hand*
You feeling any better?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 18, 2009 1:03:58 GMT
*Nods, and tries to focus on one of the three Willow's sitting in front of him, and blinks. Nodding wasn't such a good idea.*
*Lifts himself out of the stool, stretching a bit, and wiggles his fingers.*
Good...
*Winces.*
Well almost good as new.
*Chuckles drunkenly.*
*Grabs her hand, and tugs softly.*
Lemme walk you home.
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Post by willow on Jun 18, 2009 1:27:48 GMT
Watch it with the stretching that shirts about to burst at the seams!
*Is amazed at how tall he seemed at the moment, of course she was a little tipsy and half asleep.*
We'll see if you can even make it to my house!
*Winks and lazily hops off the stool*
Oh! Wait.. my wand.
*Pulls back in the other direction, grabbing her almost forgotten wand on the bar*
That was close, alright onward!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 18, 2009 1:36:38 GMT
*Gives her a cocky smile, reasonably sure that she wouldn't mind if his shirt did rip at the seams, and playfully flexes an arm.*
*Squints an eye, carefully focusing on her.*
'M fine. 'Sides I might hafta carry you.
*Still holding her hand he waits for her to grab her wand.*
Lead the way!
*Wobbles a bit.*
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Post by willow on Jun 18, 2009 1:45:29 GMT
Oh stooop it!
*Bats her eyes, giving an exaggerated swoon over the arm flexing*
Right, we'll see bout that big boi.
*Bits her lips and pulls the swaying man out of the pub*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jun 18, 2009 1:49:44 GMT
*Chuckles, and stops suddenly, noticing her green eyes once again.*
You've killer eyes.
*Smiles, and allows her to drag him along, his torn cloak laying forgotten on the stool he just vacated.*
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Ginny Weasley
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the worst wound is of the [HEART] and its the hardest to heal
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Jun 20, 2009 3:51:05 GMT
*Ginny Apparated outside the pub and quickly stepped inside*
*She removed her cloak, hanging it over the bar as she ordered a bowl of stew and a firewhiskey*
*She took a seat and rested her head on her palm. She stared at the bar and sighed*
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 20, 2009 4:50:25 GMT
*Hurries in taking a seat at the bar, ordering something cold to drink. Pays the barman and spins around in her stool, glancing around at everyone.*
*Spots a redhead and jumps up*
Heya Ginny!
*Says excitedly, frowning as she noticed Ginny looked a little bother by something*
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