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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 5, 2009 0:15:59 GMT
**Stiffens as he hears someone close by, it's been so long since he's heard Lee's voice he barely recognizes it. Oliver turns his head just enough to catch a glimpse of his fellow Gryffindor, and sighs a breath of relief. Casually he leans toward Lee, and grunts quietly.*
Alrigh' Lee?
**Flashes a friendly smile from under the dark blue hood of his cloak.**
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Post by Lee Jordan on Aug 5, 2009 0:18:59 GMT
*not immediately realising that he is keeping his face covered*
Wood! It's been a long time! Still catchin them Bludgers?
Here let me get you a drink and you can tell me about it.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 5, 2009 0:25:05 GMT
**Looks around the pub for any possible fans deciding that if there are they're bound to be harmless, and looses the hood. He nods at the former qudditch announcer.**
Didn' ya hear I'm startin' keeper now.
**Boasts a bit, polishing his nails on the collar of his cloak.**
Wha' about you, wha' have you been gettin' up to?
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Post by Lee Jordan on Aug 5, 2009 0:28:24 GMT
Yeah, of course I heard! Well done mate!
Me? Well. I'm in with the Hogwarts lot still. Doing our bit. You know how things are.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 6, 2009 21:09:46 GMT
"Yeah things aren't lookin' so sunny these days, eh?"
*Leans against the bar to grab his drink.*
"Wow, it's really good to have a bit of time to myself for once. I was hopin' to meet up with anyone from the old lot."
*Takes a large drink of mead. As he sets down the glass he smacks his lips softly.*
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Post by Lee Jordan on Aug 6, 2009 21:23:47 GMT
They been taking you worldwide with the Quidditch then have they? Haha.
Bet it's non stop!
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 7, 2009 12:22:54 GMT
*Walks down the stairs and slips into a chair at a table close to the fireplace. Ordering a sandwhich she looks around, seeing Lee Jordan and Oliver Wood. Deciding to say hello before she leaves she settles in for a quiet evening*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 7, 2009 19:04:08 GMT
*apparates just outside the pub, pulling her cloak about her. She shakes her head wondering where Gilderoy could have gotten to. Sighing she enters the pub, walking up to the bar.*
*turns to the nearest person and cautiously asks.*
Um, excuse me. 'Ave you see a man by the name of Gilderoy Lockhart?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 7, 2009 19:40:50 GMT
**Oliver nod wearily, tired of all the traveling, but he wouldn't trade his life for anything.*
"I've been so many places in the past two months, I'm not sure where I belong anymore."
*His tired eyes wander around the pub for a moment when he spots another familiar face.*
"Oi! Clearwater!"
*Raises a hand, waving her over.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 7, 2009 19:47:49 GMT
*Arrives at the Leaky feeling quite thirsty, yanking open the door, and can already taste the single malt whiskey he's planning to order.*
*With a casual gait he maneuvers his way to the bar, pulls up a stool, and hops onto it. His eyes pass over everyone already sitting at the bar, and he nods politely, smiling slightly.*
Usual, Tom.
*He says as he places his gold on the rail top.*
*Eyes sparkle at the sight of the full glass being set in front of him, and his mouth begins to water. Quickly he raises the glass, and tosses the amber liquid back into his awaiting mouth.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 7, 2009 19:56:19 GMT
*Sighs, laying her head on the bar. She orders a firewhiskey and quickly tosses it back.*
Im am so going to be fired!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 7, 2009 23:09:04 GMT
*Hears someone talking about being fired, and snickers.*
You say that like it's a bad thing.
*He says as he turns in his stool to face the woman that was speaking.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 7, 2009 23:21:52 GMT
*glares at the man.*
It will be a bad thing If I can't find zis patient. Bartender, another please!
*lifts her head off the bar*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 7, 2009 23:25:08 GMT
*Shrugs. He doesn't care what her problems are, he has enough of his own.*
You don't look too terribly bothered though.
*Raps his knuckles on the bar top, signaling for another drink.*
If I was going to be fired I wouldn't be sitting here getting sauced.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 0:06:31 GMT
Im not getting "sauced". I just came in here for a drink and to see if anyone had seen Mr. Lockhart. Is it a crime to take 5 minutes out of my search to get a drink and calm down.
*turns away from him, sipping her drink.*
And some civil conversation would have been nice, but it seems I wont be getting any of that tonight.
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