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[Caius Reppert]

Well I suppose all the positions are important,eh? Its just the satisfaction when you do something right on the field. That one thing that helps you win in the end. God I love it. ::chuckles::

::wonders what other scouts she's met.::

Yeah. ::laughs:: They can be quite cheeky. I try to hold my ground.

[Katie Bell]

Mhmm...

*Nods, remembering the way he was earlier- she's not too convinced he's doing a good job of holding his ground at least.*

So it's all about winning for you then? What about working with the team, or just playing with friends?

* and thinks*

_{Did I just suggest that a Slytherin has friends? I couldn't have.}

Quidditch isn't just about winning, because everyone's going to lose sooner or later.

*Gives him a meaningful look, the corners of her mouth twitching as she holds back a grin.*

Unless you cheat, of course.

[Caius Reppert]

::chuckles::

Of course its about winning. But its about the love of the game too I feel. I know that doesn't seem like something I would say, but its truly how I feel.

::smiles big::

I don't cheat. But I do play for the Falmouth Falcons. So sure. We have a reputation. We are like a better and more professional Slytherin team I suppose.

[Katie Bell]

That reputation is a tad violent.

*Refuses to admit the game in general is violent, especially with the Beaters.*

_{There's no such thing as a professional Slytherin team.}

*Is now glancing between the parchment and the kits in his hands, taking her sweet time to add the cost of everything. He doesn't seem too evil Slytherin-like, which is keeping her on edge in case he starts to do anything.*

[Caius Reppert]

::Laughs::

Like I said. Falmouth is just like a bigger Slytherin team. I guess that's why I love it. Now is that everything?

[Katie Bell]

*She laughs, for some reason agreeing with him about the Falcons. Nodding, she slides the parchment across the counter top and over to him.*

There you are, Mr. Reppert.

*Once again starts tapping her nails on the wooden top and pulls on a grin.*

Just need you to pay, obviously, and you can be on your way.

[Caius Reppert]

::takes the parchment from her, smiles at her before looking at the reciept. Its a lot of money. Tons of money in fact, but the price does not phase him in the least.::

Do you take a cheque? ::takes his cheque book out, even if they don't take them, he doesn't care. Writes the amount::

::flirty and slick::

You've been a great help today Ms... Ms.. Bell. I was wondering if I could buy you lunch or tea/coffee?

::reaches into his other pocket and grabs something. Takes her hand, flips it over, and places the object into it. Its a pair of Falmouth Falcon season tickets.::

::winks::

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Slips silently into the shop, tosses her hair over her shoulder, her nose turned toward the ceiling. Glances around and spots Caius. Her eyes narrow and she folds her arms across her chest, deciding to walk around the shop until he leaves; it's not that she doesn't like him, but he wounded her pride when he ignored her at the Three Broomsticks, and she's not about to let that go without a fight.*

*Meanders about the room, the heels of her tall black boots clicking as she does so.*

[Katie Bell]

* and mentally snickers as he almost forgets her name. Before she can answer, he has his cheque book out and is filling in the price. First, he's writing, she blinks and he has her hand in his, and he's laying something in her palm.*

What the-?

*Looks down, jaw dropping as she sees the season tickets he's just given her. Her fingers curl around the tickets in awe and the offer for lunch basically goes in one ear and out the other.*

I-

*Hears the bell overhead ring, and watches as another witch steps into the shop. She raises one eyebrow at the witch's expression, which looks oddly familiar from somewhere...Katie's lost in thought as she tries to remember where she's seen her before.*

[Caius Reppert]

::Hopes that he has sweeped her off her feet somehow. but is distracted by the bell chiming. looks over his shoulder to see none other than Ms. Daphne Greengrass::

Ms. Greengrass ::smirks and nods his head in acknowledgement to her presence::

Always a pleasure. What brings you to the Quidditch shop?

[Katie Bell]

*Eyes widen and she mentally kicks herself- how had she forgotten it was Greengrass?! Katie looks to Reppert and answers for Daphne*

She used to be a Chaser, that's probably why she's here.

*Grins cheekily, looking back at Daphne. She's still all dazed and honestly surprised that she's just been handed tickets by Caius Reppert himself. Her inner- well, not so much- Quidditch fan is jumping up and down, estatic with the situation.*

_{Not just tickets- season tickets!}

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Nods, smirking.*

Mr. Reppert.

*Pauses, realizing Bell has answered for her.*

She's quite right. Please, don't let me interrupt anything...

*Watches them with mild amusement for a moment before resuming browsing the shop.*

[Caius Reppert]

::suprised that he had forgotten about her quidditch skills.::

Pardon me. I forgot. I've been out of the loop for awhile and it slipped my mind.

::to Katie::

Thank you for your time. ::bows his head::

::walks over to Daphne.::

I must apologize for my behavior today, and well a few days ago. I was a little tipsy at the time and well, I should have paid more attention to you. Will you accept my apology? ::winks and smiles::

[Katie Bell]

*Rolls her eyes as Reppert walks away. She slides the tickets into one of her back pockets, raising one eyebrow as she hears him apologize for something.*

_{What the h- no. I don't even want to know.}

*Shakes her head and starts working on the small pile of order forms tucked in the corner of the register.*

[Daphne Greengrass]

*Smiles a little as Caius approaches her, listens to his apology and muses on his words. Realizes she was probably overreacting at the Three Broomsticks, and decides to accept his apology.*

It's... that's alright, Caius. I understand. Things like that happen, especially around... our friends.

*She says, referring mainly to Pansy, but attempting to take a more polite path than pointing fingers.*