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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 23:04:00 GMT
*Daisy would smile as the wizard raised his bottle to her in greeting, casting her that smile. Her cheeks turned pink, yet that almost felt like an invitation to join him... He wasn't at all bad looking, she had to admit... But she would turn pinker at the thought, focusing intently on her Butterbeer... And yet... She could feel his gaze upon her back... She tensed up, her cheeks growing warmer, and yet she suddenly wondered... Could it have been an invitation to join him? Or would she make a fool of herself in doing so. She wondered this, and turned to see if he was still looking. Her eyes met his and a shiver went down her spine again. He was still looking... Perhaps she should go over... But what if she shouldn't... Finally she decided she didn't care, and she stood fluidly, moving gracefully to his table, casting him a sweet smile. Her voice came softly to land upon his ears, her head tilting slightly to the side.*
Hi there... Might this seat be taken?
*She smiled sweetly to him as she asked him this, watching curiously.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 31, 2009 23:14:16 GMT
::The crooked smile grows as she locks her eyes onto his, something about the way she looks at him tells him he has this one in the bag. He watches with approval as she rises from her seat and dances over to his table.::
It would seem that it is now.
::Rises smoothly from his seat, and takes an elegant step toward the chair, pulling it out soundlessly for her.::
::Bows his head politely, and introduces himself.::
I am Theodore, Miss. It is a pleasure to have you join me.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Dec 31, 2009 23:26:28 GMT
*A small smile would come from Daisy as she met his eyes, and he smiled, before giving her an approving glance as she stood and moved gracefully to his table. She couldn't help but continue to smile, surprised at his demeanor toward her. Sure, she ought to be used to it by now, yet she really wasn't. She would grin a little at his answer to her question, before nodding lightly.*
*She watched curiously as he rose and moved toward her, only to pull the chair out and give a light bow. Such a gentleman indeed... She would lower herself lightly into the chair with a smile, placing her mug of Butterbeer upon the table as she situated herself silently. She listened as he introduced himself giving such kind words.*
I am Daisy Ollivander... It's a pleasure to meet you Theodore...
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 1, 2010 1:28:16 GMT
::He dips his head politely as she says her name, hearing her surname creates a ring of familiarity. Ollivander, hmm... She could be useful. Tonight just might be his lucky night as well as hers. The Deathly Hallows are of great interest to Theodore, and who better to get acquainted with than an Ollivander? He hopes she knows a thing or two about wands, and has heard of the Hallows.::
::Moves to his seat, and quietly settles himself as he holds his eyes on hers. He has to do this carefully and skillfully, unfortunately so many witches and wizards are distrusting.::
::Feigns surprise.::
Daisy Ollivander? As in wands?
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Jan 1, 2010 18:11:32 GMT
*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. *Smiles at the suggestion, estatic with anything that would get him out of the Leaky and away from Theodore. He holds up one finger as a sign to wait, before he practically chugs the firewhiskey.* ... *Seconds after the drink burns down his throat, he coughs, remembering why he promised he'd never do that again. When he looks back up at Roslyn, his face is red and his expression makes it seem like he's just bitten into something terribly sour. He knows how big of an idiot he must look like, and he starts laughing. Out of his burning chest he replies.* Sure- *He sets the mug back on the bar top with a soft noise.* -a walk sounds absolutely brilliant, I think. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jan 1, 2010 18:23:09 GMT
*Happy he agreed, Roslyn looked at her own drink, then back at Theodore.* She wasn't at all surprised he was flirting with another witch. *Rolling her eyes, at his slightly predictable nature- She rose, leaving her drink untouched, and linked arms with Neville. It was a habbit Roslyn had gotten into, when they spent the day together in Diagon Alley, and Hogsmeade.
"We've much to catch up on, Neville. Though my life has been rather uneventful, i'm sure you've got interesting stories to tell." *Laughing, Roslyn glanced at him, as they made their way towards the door*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 2, 2010 1:30:34 GMT
*Daisy would look at him shyly, tilting her head a little, oblivious as to what might be going on in that mind of his. She shivered a little, but focused all her nervous energies on the mug of Butterbeer, which she had just picked up once again, swirling it's contents before taking a sip from it. She tilted her head a little as she wondered what he was thinking about when she said her name. She couldn't help but notice the interest that flickered across his features. But she would glance down, uncertain what to think about that. His name rang no bells with her... Of course she hadn't been the most social of butterflies at school... She had stuck mainly around her own house all the years... But she smiled sweetly at him, tilting her head curiously.*
Yes... Ollivander, and yes usually we are associated with wands. That... Was my Uncle's work... And now it is my brother's. He's currently trying to get the wand shop back up in working order.
*She nodded and smiled sweetly to him again, tilting her head a little bit.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 2, 2010 1:41:56 GMT
::Leans forward on the table with his elbows, hands folded, one on top of the other. He hangs on every word she speaks, committing it all to memory.::
You said your brother owns it now?
::A puzzled expression crosses his face. Why would her brother be running it? He knew old man Ollivander disappeared, but he doesn't know the entire story surrounding it.::
If you don't mind my prying, what happened to your Uncle, you say? I thought he ran the wand shop.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 2, 2010 1:52:35 GMT
*Looks to him, seeing him listening very intently to her. This unnerved her a little, but she wouldn't skip a beat as she spoke. Though as he asked about her brother running the shop and then her uncle, she tensed up a little bit, biting her lip some and shaking her head a little.*
He... He was killed...
*She said this simply, shaking her head a little in confusion, and biting her lip a little. She didn't know a heck of a lot of the details herself, so she wasn't sure what she could tall him of.*
I don't know who it was... But they killed him and completely wrecked his shop... Greyson has been fixing it back up again... It's been so much work but I think it's almost ready to be opened up again.
*She nodded slightly, and forced a smile into place. Thinking about her dear uncle had hit her hard, working horrors on her chipper mood. But she smiled a little to him anyway, tilting her head a little bit. Indeed, Daisy wasn't one to be as careful as she should with her words. Thankfully she didn't know enough.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 2, 2010 1:59:16 GMT
::Brows raise a bit upon hearing The Ollivander of Ollivander's Wands is dead. Theodore is shocked, though it doesn't break his perfect facade. This is very important news, how come he didn't hear of this? Inwardly he begins to curse himself for chasing too much skirt and not keeping his eyes where they should be.::
::Though he couldn't care less about her feelings he tries to be polite, and compassionate.::
I-I'm so sorry...
::Reaches out toward her hand, patting it in a consoling manner. He has to play this very slowly, now more than ever. She has just given him quite a bit of useful information, and now he's thinking that he's going to have to sweep this witch off of her feet, and get introduced to her brother.::
::Continues with the sympathy.::
I didn't mean to upset you. I do hope you'll forgive me for pressing.
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 2, 2010 2:11:15 GMT
*To her, her dear uncle was not The Ollivander... He was simply her uncle, who happened to have quite the important job and be quite the icon. She shook her head slightly as sorrow crossed her features. She missed her uncle dearly. Her brother had gotten closer to him and thus it affected him so much more, and yet, it still hit her hard. Daisy was oblivious as to who this was... Or even that they weren't even on the same side, and that she probably shouldn't be takling to him about any personal matters... Yet she didn't seem to care.*
It's alright... I mean it's in the past... Nothing anyone can do about it, we can only go on and hope to get past the emotions that plague us about it.
*She tensed up a little as she felt his hand, but would relax a bit and give a slight smile to him.*
Thanks...
*She nodded to him, biting her lip a little. She may introduce him to her brother if he wished to know him, but sweeping her off her feet might be a problem... Then again perhaps not, Daisy was so lost and confused in the idea of love.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 2, 2010 2:30:30 GMT
::Nods, pulling his hand away as he drops his eyes to his own drink. He turns the bottle around in his hands as he thinks over all that she has said. Perhaps he should take things slowly with her, and see that where that takes him before trying to jump into anything he might regret.::
::Surprisingly her talking of her uncle's death and the pain in her eyes don't trigger any thoughts of his own mother's death.::
::Lifting his eyes back to her, he smiles again, much more brightly this time.::
So, if you are not a wand maker like your uncle, then what do you do?
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Jan 2, 2010 3:32:48 GMT
*Bites her lip a little before trying to shake off the feelings that plagued her. She was sitting near a very handsome wizard who seemed to be interested in talking to her. She smiled warmly to him as he would soon ask her what she did. She would smile shyly and tilt her head a bit.*
I am the keeper of Magical Menagerie...
*Smiles and nods, tilting her head*
I take care of the animals and match them up with people who come in to find companions...
*She nodded and smiled, her eyes glittering a little bit. Apperantly she loved the idea of her job.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 4, 2010 14:31:03 GMT
::He only offers a nod as she answers, though it may appear he is listening, he actually isn't. Right now he's thinking about The Hallows, and paying the old wand shop a little visit in the very near future.::
::Reading the expression on her face, it's obvious she enjoys her job, and animals very much. Theodore could never understand what the appeal to dependent, messy, and smelly creatures is. He loathed Care of Magical Creatures lessons back in school.::
::In choosing to keep his comments to himself, he lifts his bottle to take a long drink, and glances around the pub as he does so.::
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Post by Django on Jan 11, 2010 21:37:43 GMT
*Strolls into the pub, and pulls up a stool at the bar.*
*He does it as though he has done it a thousand times before, though this is the first time he has been in this particular waterhole.*
*He tips his hat to the barkeep and keeps his head down.*
Whisky. Whatever you got.
*As the drink he arrives he flicks a coin onto the bar and gratefully takes a sip. Refreshing.*
*With little more than a glance around the room, he holds the glass between his fingers, though leaving it resting on the bar top.*
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