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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 21:21:00 GMT
*Laughs a bit at her comment on shopping.*
Yeah I'm not much of a shopper either, but someone has to buy me clothes. I doubt it'd be a pretty sight if I walked around in my skivvies, or starkers for that matter.
*Takes another drink, licking his lips as he sets the glass on the bar.*
I'm great, thanks. Been working on reopening my uncle's old shop which I recently inherited. Place is in complete shambles, but I hope to be open in the middle of summer.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 22, 2009 21:25:53 GMT
*finishes her glass and peeks though the bottom of it to get a good look at him*
*thinks to self as she puts the glass down*I'd have to disagree with you on that note, sir.
Refreshing.
*smiles*
Which shop would that be may I ask?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 21:29:42 GMT
*Puffs his chest out proudly, glad she asked.*
It would be Ollivander's Wands, I'm the nephew of the greatest wand maker in all of England. Just hope that I can live up to the family name.
What is it that you do for a living, Anna?
*Moves closer to her where she is sitting, to make talking to her easier, sliding his drink on the bar along the way.*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 22, 2009 21:33:23 GMT
*eyes widen*
Really? Well, you have a right to be proud. That's very significant, and quite a name to live up to.
*smiles bitterly when asked*
I am a write for witch weekly magazine. But that's only technically. I haven't written anything for a long time, and I haven't seen my boss for a very long time. Last time I heard of her it was that she had enticed my exboyfriend, or something like that. I don't know the technicalities. Roger is a thing of a the past.
*smiles brilliantly and flips her hair, being oddly confident for her usual shy self*
I am moving on and up.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 22, 2009 21:37:33 GMT
*Looks impressed.*
A writer, eh? That's not such an easy job to do. Maybe you should try writing a book or something, it's better than not doing anything, I suppose.
*Doesn't have a clue that the Roger she's speaking of is the same Roger that he had a bit of spat with in The Three Broomsticks.*
Roger sounds like a git to me, loosing a pretty witch like you means he doesn't have a lot of brains.
*Runs a hand through his hair.*
On to bigger and better things, good for you.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 23, 2009 16:30:12 GMT
*sighs*
I suppose I could, but I'm really not that great. I might just swtich professions. But I don't have a penny to my name at the moment, and I don't know what to do. I've talked to Tallia a few times in the past about starting again, and doing some things, but I'm not good with following through on plans. I guess I need some stability. A job that isn't random. Not that I haven't loved working there, of course.
*smiles*
You flatter me too much. If I was as pretty a witch as you say I wouldn't be another one of Roger Davis' ex-girlfriends. I wonder which one he's on now...
Sorry, I shouldn't ramble on about myself so much. Let's see... what else do you need to get donee before you reopen the shop?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 23, 2009 20:45:10 GMT
*Nods in understanding, not that he actually understands her situation, ever since he was little he always knew he wanted to make wands, and study wandlore.*
At least you're not pushing swill in some pub.
*Catches Tom glaring at him out of the corner of his eye, and Greyson clears his throat, flashing him is handsome smile.*
No offense, Tom.
*Turns back to Anna, taking the last drink in his glass.*
Oh, just fix a few, alright, a ton of shevles, the counter, and clean up all the glass and dust, and oh yeah, make loads of wands.
Heh... not too much of a list.
*Slides his glass away, looking at Anna's empty one.*
Would you like another?
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 23, 2009 20:57:56 GMT
*grins at Tom, biting her lip and trying not to laugh*
Yeah, I suppose. Well, repairing the shelves won't take much work. Just a load of cleaning up charms and spells and such.
*looks at her glass*
Oh, no thanks. I probably should go.
*doesn't really have anything to do, but doesn't know what to do here with Greyson*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 23, 2009 21:00:47 GMT
*Is disappointed she has to leave, his expression showing it.*
Right, o'course, well maybe I'll see you around, or something.
*Smiles at her as his knuckles begin to rap sharply on the counter, signaling he would like another drink.*
It was a pleasure talking with you, Anna.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Aug 23, 2009 21:29:53 GMT
*stands up and smiles*
You too Greyson. I hope to see you soon. And thank you for my drink.
*leaves*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 23, 2009 21:36:30 GMT
*Nods, reaching for his new glass of single malt whiskey, and raises it to take a drink.*
*He turns around in his stool, and watches her leave, admiring the little swish in her walk.*
Ooohwee Tom...
*Turns back to the bar once she is outside of the closed door, giving Tom a little smirk.*
*Quickly he finishes up his drink, and also leaves the pub.*
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Post by Skylar Maynard on Aug 30, 2009 17:52:18 GMT
*walks in, removing her cloak as she sighs*
I forgot how dingy this place is...
*she walks to the bar and orders a firewhiskey, really needing a drink after the day she has had*
*finishing her drink, she decides to rest a bit and takes a room upstairs, thinking about how she needs to find a place after speaking to Snape*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 7, 2009 23:14:55 GMT
*smiles weakly* Another good choice. I went through my stash of Firewhiskey last week. Which remids me I need to get some more. *sighs* Me too. I keep running out. I drink one bottle and before I know it the next one's gone too... *Gives her a little smile* I hate to think what it's doing to my liver. |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Sept 7, 2009 23:31:55 GMT
*giggles softly*
I know, my liver will probably hate me in a few short years. But I've got to stop, or at least cut down considerably.
*She turns over her last glass, and takes a quick look around the bar. There wern't that many people there but she still didn't want to risk being over heard by anyone.*
I'd love to continue this conversation, but in a less public place. Wouldn't want anyone overhearing and then comming after you. Perhaps you'd like to accompany me home? I have some rum there somewhere, and you can have it free of charge.
*smiles*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 8, 2009 0:07:46 GMT
*Smiles at the thought of rum*
Mm, that sounds delicious... I mean, nice. Yea, that sounds nice.
*Stands up, a little wobbly on his feet*
Lead the way... because I don't know where it is... obviously...
*Hicchup*
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