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[Katie Bell]

*Reaches for something on one of the higher shelves, almost slipping at his last comment. as the tips of her ears turn pink along with her cheeks.*

I- that- wait, what?

*Asks, lowering back onto flat feet so she can turn to face the wizard. She runs her eyes over his entire frame as he leans against the shelf, tempted to shove him over and happily watch him fall.*

I'm not getting defensive. There's nothing to be defensive about!

*Completely disregards the fact that comment alone sounded defensive. She slams both hands on her hips and looks up at him.*

By all means, don't censor yourself. What were you going to say, sir?

[Caius Reppert]

::Laughs::

I believe that's called getting defensive. At least thats what you're doing right now ::smirks::

You are attractive and I think that you think you are attractive too. By all means, flaunt it. No ones stopping you.

::chuckles at the site of her shocked expression. He's loving messing with this girl.::

So sorry for coming off strong.

[Katie Bell]

*Stares at him for three, long seconds that seem to drag on for years before she shakes her head in disbelief.*

By the Gods above, you've lost your mind.

*Shifts her weight from one foot to the other, caught between kicking him out of the shop this very moment or waiting until he pays for everything instead. Remembering he's still a Quidditch star, ridiculous or not, she forces herself to keep from hexing that blasted smirk right off his face.*

I- you...

*Snaps her mouth shut, not even able to find a good retort to his last comment. She clenches her jaw and turns back to the shelf, waiting for the wizard to pick what he wants and leave already.*

[Caius Reppert]

::chuckles at her disbelief::

::mockingly::

Have I left you speechless? ::laughs::

I tend to do that with women. But I must apologize. Not quite sure if I've ruined any chance of us being friends.

[Katie Bell]

*Rolls her eyes, looking at one of the many charm kits directly in front of her as she wonders how much paperwork she'd have to fill out if she killed Reppert- death by Bludgers.*

Tend to do what to witches, bother them with that priggish attitude of yours?

*Still looking at the items before her, not trusting her self-control if she turned around to face him.*

Oh, no worries, Reppert- trust me. You can't ruin something that was never there, can you? There's more than one accelerating charm, depending on how fast you're wanting to fly-

*Huffs, turning to start to walk past him and back to the register.*

-look at 'em, see which one you'd like and I'll be over there.

[Caius Reppert]

::acts like something hard hits his chest::

Ow. That hurts. I thought we had a connection. ::begins to laugh::

You've got a mouth there. ::scans the shelf and randomly grabs one::

::walks back to the registry::

Here... ::hands her the box:: I'll take this one.

::smirks and puts on his pouty face:: Please don't hurt my pride... ::smiles::

[Katie Bell]

*Watches him walk over with narrowed eyes, wondering if it's just her or he's being like this for his twisted entertainment. She takes the kit from him quickly, not really trusting him at the moment.*

It hurt? Oh, well it seems it still didn't work if you can still talk.

*Quirks one eyebrow, tapping her nails on the counter top lightly.*

I'm a bit shocked- you think I'm going to waste my time, trying to injure your pride. Merlin knows there's too much of it already.

[Caius Reppert]

Well you've already done a bit to try and hurt it.

::smirks::

Is there any other type of extension or expansion kit I'll need?

[Katie Bell]

*Shrugs, looking him in the eyes.*

If you say so, Reppert.

*Drawls*

Perhaps, if you would've actually looked at the items back there, you would know the answer to that. Unless this is the only charm you're wanting to add, then no, you're still missing a few things.

[Caius Reppert]

::lazily turns to look back at the aisle he just came from::

What else is there? THis is so frustrating. ::chuckles::

[Katie Bell]

*Bites her tongue to keep from saying what she wants to say.*

_{You're so frustrating.}

*She grins, slightly in humor and the rest for show as she once again walks past him, back to the aisle. Over her shoulder, she calls back to him.*

Well, come on then- you're probably in a rush to get somewhere, aren't you? I've got acceleration, braking, no-slip grips, landing aids...you name it actually, and it's here. Is there anything, as in specific, that you're wanting?

*Knows she babbling, but isn't going to admit it. She's not used to other wizards waltzing into the shop, and spending more time talking to her than looking at equipment in the end.*

[Caius Reppert]

::follows her back to the previous aisle::

Just put them all in the bag. I've got the money. Might as well spend it. ::looks into her eyes then winks then smirks::

Actually, today is my day off. Since the accident I've been working as a Quidditch agent and scout. The job sucks but the pay is good. I can't wait until I can get back on a broom. I need the exercise... the fresh air... the... the...

::blushes, knows that he's getting wrapped up in the moment. He really didn't want to show his sensitive side, but now it was probably too late.::

[Katie Bell]

*She scoffs playfully, shaking her head. Reaching up, she snatches a few of the kits off the shelves and shoves them into his hands with a smirk of her own. She blushes and drags the sight of him winking at her out of her mind, as it's kicking and screaming.*

Your day off, eh?

*Stalks back to the register once again, silently enjoying the fact that she's pulling and pushing the wizard all around the shop and he's not even saying a word about it.*

It's not just the exercise and fresh air, right? Merlin, that'd make for a boring game if all you do is sit there, high up on your broom, and think of the feel of the air.

*Is actually wanting him to continue his rant, mainly because it means she wouldn't have to talk as much. She busies herself by ringing up the wizard's bill, keeping her eyes on the brooms and parchment before her.*

[Caius Reppert]

::goes back into a far off place::

You know the feeling. Its exhilirating you know? The wind in your face and the feeling of lightness as you zoom on your broom ::closes his eyes::

Then you make that one play. That one play where it comes down to the wire. You hit that bludger toward the other team's seeker, hoping and praying that it causes him to lose the snitch. Then that feeling of relief when it happens the way you want it to go. Control.

::realizes his eyes are closed and he looks like a sissy::

Uh... um.. Sorry about that.. that.. ::serious tone::

I just miss it... thats all.

[Katie Bell]

*Pauses and wonders if Reppert's really in Slytherin. That sounds like something Oliver would say, not some snake. The rant hit somewhat close to what she'd even say, which convinces her that he's either faking it or still recovering from the fall.*

It's not always about hitting others. It's also about stealing the Quaffle, scoring, and dodging the Bludgers when they're launched at you by the other team. Especially when you're playing Slytherin, because they're known for knocking people off their brooms before anything else.

*Grins, glancing up at him curiously.*

So you're a scout? Cheeky little gits, the ones I met at least.