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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 3:19:13 GMT
*As he regards her he notices that she seems a little out of it. He drops his arms from around her, and reaches for a hand.*
Let's get you something to drink, relax you a bit.
*Greyson can feel the waves of relief rush over him as he now knows everyone in the pub is safe.*
*He glances up from Katie, and catches the sight of numerous witches and wizards staring at them. Embarrassed from the little scene he causes his cheeks burn red again, and he leans toward Katie.*
Um... We should probably get that drink somewhere else.
*Nods to everyone looking at them.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 24, 2009 3:22:45 GMT
*Tries to smile at his suggestion, without much luck*
Actually...
*Takes hold of his larger hand, distantly admiring how well they fit together*
I'd rather just go home.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 3:24:45 GMT
*Nods, understanding. It's probably for the best she just go home.*
Shall I take you?
*Doesn't want to be without her for any length of time, but will do as she asks, and give her space if she needs it.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 24, 2009 3:29:23 GMT
*Looks back up at him, the hurt shining in her eyes*
We go together, right?
I mean...I guess I can go back to my place if that's what you want.
*Fights back a sigh, reluctantly admitting to herself that he might want to be alone for a while*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 3:32:14 GMT
*Can see the hurt in her eyes, and lifts his hand to her chin, his thumb brushing it lovingly.*
Of course we will. I never want to be without you.
*The truth of his statement is written all over his face.*
*Eyes light up with a thought.*
How about we go back to what will soon become our place.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 24, 2009 3:37:18 GMT
*Leans in towards his touch, wondering how she ever could've doubted him*
*Smiles brightly, ridiculously giddy at the thought of his place becoming their place*
And I never want to be without you...
Let's go.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 24, 2009 3:40:31 GMT
*Beams at her, thrilled that she has agreed to stay with him. His hand tightens around hers, and he nods.*
Right, let's go home.
*Leans in to place a quick kiss on her forehead, and turns on his heel, disapparating them back to what will soon become their place.*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Oct 1, 2009 21:25:10 GMT
*takes a seat at the bar, peeling off her new fall coat that she finally got around to buying*
*motions to the barmaid that she needs more time making a decision, and instead, forgets all about a drink and begins to comb through The Daily Prophet.
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Post by Tomishima Matsugoro on Oct 5, 2009 12:49:36 GMT
*Enters and takes a seat casually at the bar and orders a drink. Looks around but pays little attention to others. Sips butterbeer quietly as he listens to this surroundings*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Oct 6, 2009 4:37:19 GMT
*looks up from her paper, flipping a wide page with her hand and accidentally knocking over a small crystal bowl of mixed nuts, which crashes*
Oh holy merlin...
*looks down from her stool, and back up, pulling her hair from her face*
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Post by Tomishima Matsugoro on Oct 6, 2009 17:29:13 GMT
*His attention was distraction by the falling of something nearby.*
"Oh!"
*And like a gentleman, Matsu quickly comes to the rescue and slips off his own stool to pick up the bowl bits, stacking them on the bar.*
"No need for you to cut yourself! Matsugoro here to rescue!"
*He had the bits stacked on the counter in no time, the contents of the bowl scattered, but he brushed most of them into a pile with a napkin. A moment passed when one of the employees came to sweep it up. Matsu bowed hunched-like to the worker*
"Arigato!"
*Back on his own seat now, he glanced over to the lady*
"Not a problem!"
*He sipped his drink then asked if the bar had any sake...*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Oct 6, 2009 19:41:28 GMT
*stares at the stranger for the longest time before remembering that that was considered rude in most cultures and manages a "thank you", closing her paper for good*
*stares down at the front page for a second before realizing something*
I know you, oh I'm sure you have no clue who I am though. You...work at the Ministry, don't you?
*turns for a second, seeing the barmaid giving her a nasty expression*
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Post by Tomishima Matsugoro on Oct 6, 2009 23:00:17 GMT
"Hai, new import from Japan...Tomishima Matsugoro...eh, you call me "Matsu"...I forget...name here is before family name."
*he sipped his butterbeer, bummed they had no sake*
I work in Transportation...Portkey. You need portkey, you come to me!"
*He beamed proudly, it was a good honest job. Just getting used to the local habits and customs was a challenge.*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Oct 7, 2009 1:18:16 GMT
*nods stupidly, piecing his sentences together*
Oh cool, my parents work there too. Portkeys you say...
*thinks for a second*
Are portkeys allowed to be linked to the Ministry, say, the Atrium, or does that involve a lot of paperwork.
*cannot believe she is talking Ministry with a man who calls himself a "new import", but she was thinking something up...*
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Post by Tomishima Matsugoro on Oct 7, 2009 3:37:09 GMT
"Much paper work."
*He thought a moment, for the right words and wondering why she would want to know this.*
"I do not think...anyone can use portkey to ministry. Maybe..minister. You come by floo system or other way. Not by portkey."
*he paused for a sip of the brew in his mug*
"Portkey can go any where. So...maybe yes?"
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