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Post by Jolie Fier on Nov 13, 2010 2:47:24 GMT
*With a happy sigh, Venus nods at the witch* Evening Miss. Lovely night out there isn't it? *Venus cursed herself for such a silly topic of conversation as the weather.* *She nods.* It certainly is. Enjoy it while it lasts; we won't have too many more nights like this before winter sets in.
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Tallia Gauthier
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"The quill is mightier than the wand"
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Nov 13, 2010 22:54:48 GMT
*Practically inhales his drink in his eagerness to ingest as much alcohol as humanly possible* *Graces her with a scornful glower* Feelings? We wizards have more feelings than you witches. Wizards are the ones you'll hear say things like, "I've found somebody. She's amazing. If I don't get to be with this person, I'm buggered. I can't carry on, no I mean it, she's totally transformed my life. I have a job, I have a flat, it means nothing. I can't stand it, I have to be with her, because if I don't I'm going to end up in some bedsit. I'll be an alcoholic, I'll have itchy trousers! I can't - I can't walk the streets any more without her!" *Pauses to emphasise his own scowl* Whereas that is how you witches feel about shoes. *Snorts in a most undignified manner* Call me what you like. *Narrows his eyes, trying to figure out her game* Nobody is ever this nice to me when I'm being this cranky. What's your deal? *Grins, flicking her hair back* I do love shoes, but I love men too. *Winks and giggles* What? I might like cranky men for all you know. *Smiles, sipping her wine spritza, leaning forward towards Bernard* You just caught me in a good mood.
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Nov 23, 2010 16:12:43 GMT
*Venus shivers*
I hate the cold. Even though the snow looks pretty, I just can't wait til it melts again. But then again, Its always nice to curl up with a nice guy in front of a fireplace when it gets that cold.
*grins*
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Post by Bernard Blotts on Dec 3, 2010 20:06:28 GMT
*Grins, flicking her hair back* I do love shoes, but I love men too. *Winks and giggles* What? I might like cranky men for all you know. *Smiles, sipping her wine spritza, leaning forward towards Bernard* You just caught me in a good mood. *Stares at her blankly for a moment and then coughs* *Tries to fix his hair as surreptitiously as possible, and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the small table* Well, if you like cranky wizards, you're in tremendous luck. I'm a complete and utter cantankerous bu gger. *Tries to smile at her, but feels like it's coming across as an attack of indigestion, rather than the charming grin he had intended on* You must be in a great mood to put up with me. *Inhales his smoke again* Oh, where are my manners? That's right, I don't have any. Do you want a smoke?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 15, 2011 22:39:19 GMT
-Theo pulls himself up to a booth tucked away nicely toward the back of the pub. Out of the way, where he prefers to be.-
-A few days have passed since he bumped into Daisy Ollivander at The Three Broomsticks, and he couldn't get the idea of returning to the wand shop out of his head. Theo practically staked-out Ollivanders for the past day and a half or so, only to be disappointed. It seemed the shop was closed up nice and tight. But he had to get in there some how.-
-There he sat, at his table, while contemplating his next move with a drink in one hand, and his chin in the other.-
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Feb 16, 2011 17:02:58 GMT
*Rita, skulking in the back of the Leaky Cauldron, has been earwigging for a good story for hours now, and is thoroughly cross that she hasn't come across anything juicy yet*
Speaking of juicy...
*She mutters, smirking at the sight of the handsome young man sitting barely a few feet away*
*She racks her brain, trying to remember who he is, when it hits her - Theodore Nott! He was a Slytherin, in the same year as Draco Malfoy when he was feeding her stories about the Triwizard Tournament so long ago. My, my... hadn't he grown up just fine!*
*Gets up and stalks towards him, leaning down to whisper in his ear*
Fancy a drink, Mister Nott?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 16, 2011 22:30:06 GMT
-Finally, comes to a conclusion. One that will, hopefully, give him the answers he seeks, and get him one more step closer to attaining his dream of absolute power. Along with the verdict, creeps a smile, then hope slowly bleeds into his chest.-
-Cheerfully, he picks up his nearly forgotten drink to sip from it quickly, when he was taken aback with a new surprise.-
Fancy a drink, Mr. Nott?
-Pulls away from the unrecgonised breathy whisper in his ear, feeling Rita's warm breath against his skin to turn about quickly enough to catch the offender red handed.-
-Glares, slowly realizing Rita Skeeter -dragon's droppings- was standing before him, when his head begins to shake instinctively.-
I've got one.
-Lifts his nearly full glass, shakes it lightly for effect, then takes another sip, before turning back about in complete dismissal of the reporter.-
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Post by Larkin Cooper on Feb 19, 2011 16:11:34 GMT
Larkin was in desperate need of a drink after a miserable day at the Ministry. It was unlike the young witch to partake in alcohol, but she had been dealing with an old befuddled wizard that had managed to turn his house into a giant gourd. Larkin had spent her day going back and forth between calming down the old fool and trying to re-transfigure his house back to wood and brick. She felt that that had been enough stress to warrant a small drink, if only to calm down her nerves before heading home to do her follow-up report.
Larkin entered the Leaky Cauldron and noticed that it was rather busy. She loathed being in a crowd, so the young witch walked to the back and choose a seat near one of the less populated areas. She ordered a drink, and sat looking through a book of wizarding poetry from the 11th century when she heard a sharp female voice speak out to her left. She looked up to see Rita Skeeter, the journalist, who was apparently hitting on a young man that could probably have been her son.
*Larkin snorts to herself, before returning her attention to her book.*
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Feb 20, 2011 15:09:55 GMT
*Doesn't bat an eyelid when he glowers at her, and takes a seat opposite him*
Come now, Mister Nott, no need for that!
*Smirks, and folds her hands*
I have something of a business proposition for you, if you are interested? It could work out quite lucrative for the both of us... but only if you are willing to assist me.
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Feb 20, 2011 16:59:39 GMT
*Stares at her blankly for a moment and then coughs* *Tries to fix his hair as surreptitiously as possible, and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the small table* Well, if you like cranky wizards, you're in tremendous luck. I'm a complete and utter cantankerous bu gger. *Tries to smile at her, but feels like it's coming across as an attack of indigestion, rather than the charming grin he had intended on* You must be in a great mood to put up with me. *Inhales his smoke again* Oh, where are my manners? That's right, I don't have any. Do you want a smoke? *Leans forwards as he does, pulling off a charming smile a lot more effortlessly* *Lowers her voice* I'm in a wonderful mood. *Lets her eyes move over him as he takes a drag on his cigarette* *Licks her lips* Don't mind if I do... *Reaches out and takes the cigarette from his fingers, bringing it to her lips to inhale deeply, her lipstick red lips clasping around the end, before pulling it away and placing it back between his lips as she took the smoke down* *Leans her head back to blow out the smoke, watching it curl away into the dark ceiling of the pub* *Smiles* Thank you.
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Post by Bernard Blotts on Feb 21, 2011 1:05:45 GMT
*Laughs humourlessly*
Are you, now? Give me five minutes, and I guarantee I'll ruin that for you. It's a knack I have.
*Watches her in rapt fascination as she steals his smoke, and doesn't even attempt to take it back from her*
*Wishes briefly that he was the cigarette for a moment, then nearly inhales it as she pops it back into his mouth*
*Hacks and coughs as he tries to stop himself swallowing the thing, and eventually recovers*
Merlin's beard... I was going to offer you one of your own.
*Crosses his legs and shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat*
So, er, what do you, um, do for a living?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 22, 2011 21:48:53 GMT
-Hears a snort come from just off to his side and he ignores it in favour of glaring at Rita when she took the chair across from his.-
Oh? You have, have you?
-Leans back in his seat with a wave of annoyance rolling off of him, while wishing the reporter away.-
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Feb 24, 2011 16:31:43 GMT
*Also ignores the snorting sound in favour of batting her eyelashes at Nott*
Yes, I do, as a matter of fact.
*Lowers her voice*
As you may be aware, it's getting more and more difficult to get exclusive stories nowadays. I was hoping you could assist me with that, and I would repay you with a share in the profits... and a bottle of your favourite tipple now if you agree to it.
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"The quill is mightier than the wand"
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Feb 25, 2011 0:56:55 GMT
*Laughs humourlessly* Are you, now? Give me five minutes, and I guarantee I'll ruin that for you. It's a knack I have. *Watches her in rapt fascination as she steals his smoke, and doesn't even attempt to take it back from her* *Wishes briefly that he was the cigarette for a moment, then nearly inhales it as she pops it back into his mouth* *Hacks and coughs as he tries to stop himself swallowing the thing, and eventually recovers* Merlin's beard... I was going to offer you one of your own. *Crosses his legs and shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat* So, er, what do you, um, do for a living? *Smiles to herself as she watches him nearly choke on the cigarette* Oh, but it's so much fun to share yours. *Licks her lips, her eyes still on him* *Runs a hand through her curly hair, fluffing it up* I'm a journalist. I edit Witch Weekly Magazine.
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Post by Larkin Cooper on Feb 26, 2011 13:02:59 GMT
*continues to flip through her book, occasionally pausing to sip from her drink as she leans forward and begins to feel the tension leaving her shoulders*
*glances up to see Rita Skeeter sliding into the seat opposite the young man and smiles, figuring Rita either liked to hit on men her own age or she was trying to get a story out of the wizard*
*pushes her book back in favor of observing the show going on at the next table*
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