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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 31, 2009 1:34:45 GMT
"Not important, Neville." *Roslyn frowned in distaste of the topic* "Just ignore him. Tell me what you've been up to." Knowing that Theodore was intentionally trying to intimidate Neville...and more than likely, succeeding; Roslyn felt a small portion of anger. Neville had just as much right, to be here than anyone else.
*Turning, Roslyn gave Theodore a look that clearly said ' What's your problem? ' *She stared hard at him, not understanding why he would pay for her drink either.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 1:37:23 GMT
::The anger that is always just beneath the surface rises quickly, and Theodore's expression becomes very dark.::
::Sinuously moves around Roslyn, ignoring her, and toward Neville. With his eyes locked on the offending wizard, Theodore points a long finger in the bumbling idiot's face, and his lips curl.::
You want to have a go at mothers, Longbottom?
::Knows perfectly well what happened to Neville's parents. Theodore's father is a Death Eater, and surprisingly he shared a story or two with him when he was younger.::
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 31, 2009 1:47:47 GMT
*Didn't realize he said his thoughts out loud until Nott comes stalking up to him, pointing to his face. Hearing about his parents now made him more angry than anything. He stands, not caring that Nott is probably more than capable of beating him in a duel.*
Don't you bring them into this, I don't know even know you!
*Eyes still narrowed, he scans the wizard's face with some hope of recognizing him. With some hope of finding out how he knows what's happened to his mum and dad, if he even really does know...*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 31, 2009 1:49:27 GMT
"Leave him alone, Theodore." *Roslyn quickly placed herself in front of the much taller Wizard* Now things were going too far, and she didn't want any violence takeing place. "Please...words are just words, until someone takes action. We're all adults, let's act like it."
She wasn't scolding him, or even telling him off. Roslyn was trying to resolve things, before it was too late. *Turning towards Neville, who she actually saw angrey for the first time; Roslyn tried to calm him down as well* "Neville...Sit down, please. Things don't have to end in violence..." Her tone was much softer towards the wizard, since Roslyn actually did have a soft spot towards the Gryffindor.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 1:58:54 GMT
::Begins to retort when Roslyn is suddenly in his way, and his mouth shuts with a snap, fury raging within his eyes.::
Still a blubbering pile of Troll sh-
::He runs his tongue over the back of his teeth, the muscles in his jaw straining as he listens to Roslyn. Normally Theodore wouldn't pay someone like Neville any mind. The Ex-Gryffindor is an absolute sod, he's nothing in comparison to a wizard of Theodore's standing. But, there's something about him right now that throughly irritates Theo, so much so he would enjoy hexing the bloke into an actual pile of Troll's Droppings.::
::Glaring at Neville, Theodore nods curtly to Roslyn and backs away, moving back to where he was when he first arrived. As he returns to his place he brushes against Roslyn, offers a tight lipped smile, and speaks softly.::
Forgive me. I will leave you alone.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 31, 2009 2:07:50 GMT
*Is still glaring at Nott as he listens to Roslyn. He's bit worried about her mental state at the moment, with her jumping in between two obviously ticked-off wizards. He doesn't realize he'd do the exact same thing.*
*He scoffs at Nott's broken sentence, knowing good and well what the wizard was about to say, because he was thinking the same thing about him.*
Alright, Roslyn.
*Nods, voice strained. It's starting to hit how close he came to getting his ar$e kicked in the middle of the Leaky by some git he doesn't even remember.*
My job?
*He takes his seat again, noticing his drink was now on the bar. He speaks as he's pulling change out of his pocket.*
I'm going to take your advice, and go see Headmaster Snape when I can. I think it'll be for the best.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 31, 2009 5:48:56 GMT
*Nodding, Roslyn breathed a sigh a relief. Happy the two wizards came to their senses.* ' Men and their ego's. ' She thought, as she sat back down. Thankfully things hadn't gotten nearly as bad as they could've. "You should go see Professor Snape. I don't think he'll deny you the job, simply because you're an ex Gryffindor. That wouldn't be very Professional."
Roslyn briefly wondered if she and Neville should go somewhere else. Tension was still thick between him and Theodore. Obviously bad blood between the house of Gryffindor and Slytherin never went away, no matter how much time had passed. But then Roslyn quickly banished the thought. They shouldn't have to leave. Two grown men, should be able to stay civilized towards eachother.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 21:33:01 GMT
::Literally biting his tongue, Theodore takes his original position back at the bar, very irritated that he listened to Roslyn and didn't hex Neville.::
::Turns his attention back to his bottle, trying not to listen as Roslyn chats away with Neville, and completely ignores him. This isn't something that happens to him, not Theodore Nott. He isn't going to sit here and be treated as if he were a pile of rubbish, especially not in front of a sodding git like Longbottom.::
::Straightens himself out, and slowly begins to move around to another part of the pub. Quickly he spots and empty booth in a dim area of the bar, and he and his bottle make their way over to it.::
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 21:39:15 GMT
*Daisy Ollivander smiled a little as she would wander into the Leaky Cauldren. She had just gotten off work and she was eager to enjoy a nice Butterbeer. She smiled warmly at the barkeep, wandering over to take a spot at the bar, folding her slender legs lightly, hooking them around the barstool she now sat upon.*
One Butterbeer please...
*She spoke softly with a small smile as she awaited her drink. She never was one for alcohol, heck she had never touched the stuff... But she was more than happy to go for something not quite as strong to warm her insides. She would glance around the room briefly not seeing anyone she recognized right off, so she would remain quiet by herself for the moment.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 31, 2009 21:48:13 GMT
*Notticing movement, Roslyn turned and saw a woman enter the bar. As well as Theodore move to another part of the pub. Smiling politely at the woman, Roslyn's gaze drifted to Theodores once again* She felt a little rotten, for being so rude. Although there really wasn't any reason, Roslyn felt as if she should apologise for not at least greeting the wizard properly. It wasn't a good feeling, being ingored.
Still, perhaps her won pride, had stopped her from going over to Theodore, and quite possibly making a fool of herself should he react badly. *Knowing he would probably feel the weight of her stare, Roslyn silently turned back towards Neville.*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 31, 2009 22:08:14 GMT
*Shrugs, taking a drink.*
You never know. He'll probably-
*Swallows, remembering Roslyn's reactions to any bad comments about Snape. He finishes in a slightly higher voice, moving on as if it's what he meant to say all along.*
-accept me even though I'm Gryffindor. He has to keep things professional, afterall!
*Acts as if he doesn't notice Nott walking away, which fails the moment Roslyn turns to watch the wizard. When she turns back, he's looking at her with a quizzical expression, not really knowing if she suddenly wishes it was him who walked off instead of Nott.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 22:19:40 GMT
::Skin begins to crawl as if someone is staring at him, and when he raises his eyes he spots Roslyn turning away and back to speak to Neville. He snorts inwardly, hoping that Neville is now so uncomfortable he will leave, either that or, Roslyn wakes up and realizes the better conversation is right here.::
::Watches the two briefly before his eye is caught by an attractive witch sitting at the bar. He sits there drinking from his bottle, and contemplates whether, or not it would be worth it to approach her.::
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 22:50:14 GMT
*Daisy smiled sweetly as her drink was delivered to her. She nodded lightly to the barkeep with a smile, taking a sip of it, grinning a little bit. She sighed happily, and glanced around her for a moment, looking around the somewhat crowded bar. She wasn't usually one for a lot of people being around, and the air around her seemed somewhat tense. Soon enough she caught the glance of Roslyn, and a sweet smile was casted her way as well. Her gaze continued to move around the bar area, until her gaze locked with a rather attractive, darker looking wizard. A light shiver went down her spine, though this could be simply because of the eye contact... But she smiled lightly to him as well. Though she would soon look back to her drink, debating whether some conversation would be welcome at the moment or not.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 31, 2009 22:53:46 GMT
*Holding in a giggle, as Neville basically reapeated the same thing she'd already said; the smile slipped from Roslyn's face, as a strange expression came to his face.* He must've caught her staring at Theodore, and wondered why she even cared so much. Which Roslyn wasn't even sure of the answer to.
*Clearing her throat, Roslyn looked away.* THings suddenly felt a little too tense betweent he two of them. "Neville..would you mind taking a walk with me?" She figured the pub held too many distraction for the both of them, and didn't want to make things more awkward.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 22:58:01 GMT
::As the attractive witch turns his way he straightens up a bit, completely forgetting about Roslyn and Neville. He offers her his charming crooked smile, and a raise of his bottle, hoping that maybe he can lure her over to him.::
::She seems a little shy, so he's content with helping her decide it's her decision that she wants to come over an join him. Leaning back confidently in the chair, he brushes away a bit of hair from his eyes, and continues to watch the witch, hopeful she will feel his eyes, and look back to him.::
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