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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 8, 2009 0:41:44 GMT
*Laughs, delighted in Oliver's loud shout and skips away from her table to walk over and say hello*
Hello stranger! Long time no see! Hows Quidditch treating you? Still got your head I see?
*She teases. Turns to see and asks*
How are you Lee? What have you been doing with yourself?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 0:52:57 GMT
*Chuckles giving her a dazzling smile.*
I see someone can't handle a little teasing.
*Realizes that she just spoke a very familiar name.*
Do you mean Gilderoy Lockhart that bloke that was on the wrong end of his own memory erasing charm?
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 1:34:01 GMT
*smiles softly, finishing her second drink and asking for another.*
Im sorry. Its just been a long day.
*pauses, setting her new glass down.*
Yea, he's escaped St. Mungos and Im the lucky one who gets to find him.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 1:44:35 GMT
*Is taking a drink when she tells him that Lockhart escaped, and he almost chokes as he's swallowing.*
Escaped!? How in the name of Merlin!?
*The expression on his face is a mixutre of shock and amusement.*
I'm glad I'm not in your postition.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 1:54:54 GMT
How am I supposed to know, I came in for work and they were all huddled around the door. None of them had wanted to go, so they sent me instead.
*sips her drink slowly.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 1:57:36 GMT
*Chuckles, slightly feeling sorry for the witch, and finishes off his drink.*
Good luck with that.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 2:13:43 GMT
Yeah...thanks. Its going to take me hours.
*she tosses down her drink and stands.*
Well I guess its back to work. Thanks for the company Mr. ....?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 2:17:20 GMT
*Raises his eyes to her, flashing his prize winning smile.*
Ollivander, but the mister is... er... was for my uncle, I'm Greyson. Pleasure to meet you Miss...?
*Stands as he introduces himself, his large form towering over her.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 2:21:45 GMT
*smiles*
Juliette...Sinclair.
*She lays a few galleons on the counter.*
For mine and Greyson's drinks tom.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 2:25:12 GMT
*Gives Tom a you-better-not-touch-that-gold look, and pushes it back in her direction.*
No, no, I've got your drinks, Juliette. You've had a hard day, and after chasing that nutter all over England you deserve it.
*Reaches into his pocket, pulls out enough gold for the drinks, and places it into Tom's expecting hand.*
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 2:30:37 GMT
*reaches for the money and casually slips it back into her pocket.*
I...thankyou. Thats kind of you.
*smiles, blushing slightly.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 2:33:44 GMT
*Shrugs.*
No trouble. So where ya gonna start lookin' for him?
*Eyes her up and down thinking that she could be in for a spot of trouble or two messing around with a mental escapee.*
Are you gonna be alright?
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 2:38:32 GMT
Im not sure. I hope he hasn't gotten that far.
*stumbles forward slightly.*
I think I'll be alright.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 2:44:45 GMT
*Reaches out to catch her in case she falls. He looks at her skeptically.*
You should go home an' get some rest first, sober up a bit, you can hardly walk. Let 'em run free for the night, what trouble can he get into, from what I've heard of his memory erasing charms he probably won't remember what planet we're on.
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Post by Juliette Sinclair on Aug 8, 2009 2:51:40 GMT
Im fine. Just a bit clumsey. And im afraid I can't apparently he..
*she lowers her voice.*
He has a wand. He has to be found soon, or theres no telling what he'll do.
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