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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 22, 2009 0:32:18 GMT
Yeah, I recognized him. Was the same bloke who attacked lil' Lavender Brown a few weeks ago. Dolohov was attacking a girl and I stepped in to protect her. Should have killed him when I had the chance.
*her hand caressed his shoulder lightly.*
*winces slightly*
I'll live though.
*smiles*
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Post by Harry Potter on Aug 22, 2009 0:40:26 GMT
Dolahov...Why was Harry not surprised? He'd been a nasty piece of work. Really twisted... He sighed, feeling her hand brush his shoulder and he reached up to take her hand in his. "I'll give him a curse from you if I run into him," he said, giving an attempt at humour. She was trying to be brave, he could tell, but then it was her job. Still she was good, and good people were, by definition, weak. He sighed. He'd never thought that before, but those few months with the death eaters had shown him just how determined some of them were. They would give everything for the Dark Lord; everything! |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 22, 2009 0:50:35 GMT
*giggles softly*
Thats kind of you Harry, but if anyone will be getting Dolohov its me.
*smiles, squeezing his hand lightly.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Aug 22, 2009 0:59:18 GMT
Harry looked at their hands for a moment before gently pulling his away and picking up the fresh firewhiskey. "So what have you been up to?" he asked, trying to sound casual. |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 22, 2009 1:03:06 GMT
Besides almost getting myself killed? Nothing. Healing a friend, while keeping her safe.
*She picks up her frash glass, turning it in her hands.*
Seems I've picked a drinking habbit as well.
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Post by Harry Potter on Aug 22, 2009 1:13:32 GMT
Harry scoffed a little, looking down at his own glass. He'd been hitting the firewhiskey hard recently, even before he'd been with her. Somedays he tried to go without, but then he'd just get depressed and end up wallowing in self pity. No, the drink was good. It numbed everything. "Haven't we all?" he replied, taking a sip of the amber liquid. |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 22, 2009 18:53:51 GMT
Yeah, and its hard to stop once you've started. I've managed to go through three bottles of Vodka in the past two days. I've gotten use to feeling numb.
*Turns the fresh glass in her hands, swirling the clear liquid.*
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Post by Harry Potter on Aug 22, 2009 19:42:40 GMT
*Sighs, nodding*
Firewhiskey's my vice...
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Aug 22, 2009 20:05:57 GMT
*smiles weakly*
Another good choice. I went through my stash of Firewhiskey last week. Which remids me I need to get some more.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 20:50:02 GMT
*Appears outside of the Leaky Cauldron in a whisp of smoke. Greyson yanks open the door, and strolls inside the pub. He winds his way around tables, and chairs to the bar, pulling aside a stool with a louch screech. His fist pounds on the bar, demanding to be served.*
'Lo Tom, single malt please.
*Leans against the bar on his elbows, right leg crossing in front of his left. As he waits for the drink he peers around the pub, looking for any familiar faces.*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 22, 2009 20:56:15 GMT
*walks into the Leaky, coming in from doing some shopping*
*trips over the doorstep, but catches herself*
*says to self*
Good entrance Anna....
*sits down at the bar*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 21:02:30 GMT
*Turns his head in time to catch a blonde witch sitting down on a stool nearby. Greyson smiles politely to her, and nods.*
'Lo...
*Lays some gold on the counter to pay for his drink as Tom places it in front of him.*
Her's too Tom.
*Slides the galleons over to Tom, nodding in Anna's direction.*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 22, 2009 21:05:24 GMT
*sees the man... boy... young man*
*smiles politely back at him*
Hello.
*sees him pay for his drink, then pay for hers too*
Oh, you don't have to do that.
*but is happy that he did, needed the kindness, enjoying the flattery*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 21:10:43 GMT
*Turns to look at her, smiling charmingly.*
I don't do anything I don't want to.
*Raises his glass to her, and brings it to his lips, drinking deeply.*
Mmm... tasty.. Anyway, it's always nice to have a drink with some good conversation, and from what I can tell we both can use some.
*Moves his body, facing her, leaning on his right elbow against the bar, his drink in his left hand.*
Name's Greyson, how do you do?
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 22, 2009 21:15:26 GMT
Well, then. Thank you.
*gets a butterbeer, not feeling like getting ridiculously drunk at the moment, but wanting to get something besides water or something completely tasteless*
*takes a sip*
Anna Bellacoure, Greyson. I'm alright, thank you. And bored out of my mind. I've just been shopping. And that has never been the cup of tea for me that it is to some girls. I suppose there is a complete lack of excitement, or company in my life right now.
*takes another sip*
But don't listen to my rambling, how do you do?
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