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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 3:05:43 GMT
*Sighs dramatically, staring at her. Is she seriously more stubborn than him? He doesn't need an answer to that question as he already knows what it is. Yes she is.*
Fine.
*Pushes himself off of the display, moving to her. He looks down at her, leaning in, his lips brushing hers.*
If you win, I'll clean your house. It'll be so spic and span you though you had an elf.
*Kisses her softly, lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 3:10:40 GMT
*Narrows her eyes, mentally laughing at how soon he gave in*
*She quirks an eyebrow at his suggestion, silently wondering what he would say if she said: You win and I'll move all of my stuff into your place and wear more [or less than] my Quidditch uniform [and others] for a week.*
I'd think I'd have an elf, eh? Sounds good.
*Still debating whether or not she should say what's running through her mind at the moment. Either way, she's still going to make him wait just a bit longer for an answer*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 3:14:37 GMT
*Nods, happy that she accepts his offer. Now he wants to hear hers.*
Well?
*Taps his foot impatiently, waiting. He licks his lips as his eyes fall on hers, thoughts going in the wrong direction. Maybe her offer will be better than his, maybe, just maybe, she'll offer up something that will blow his mind away.*
Sometime before Christmas would be nice, Bell.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 3:23:46 GMT
*Her eyes widen*
I know you did not just say that.
*She smirks as she sees his eyes drop to her lips*
I was going to say something along the lines of, if you win...
*Sighs*
I'd move my things into your flat, that way we wouldn't have to worry about who's spending the night where. Also, if, by some mysterious default you were to win, I'd wear my Quidditch uniform [more or less] along with...certain other outfits around your place for an entire week.
*Blinks innocently. She hopes she isn't moving things too fast, but something about them living together feels right*
Any objections?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 3:28:44 GMT
*Stands there quietly for a moment, allowing what she just said to register for a moment. As soon as it does his eyes glitter with delight.*
No, none at all.
*Holds out his hand for them to shake on it.*
Deal?
*He was planning on throwing the game anyway, but now she gave him more motivation to do so. Her walking around in Quidditch robes, and other outfits is something he'd like to see a lot of.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 3:33:34 GMT
*She grins as he quickly accepts the offer. With a playful sigh and an eyeroll as if to say: Wizards..., she places her hand in his, sealing the deal*
Something told me you'd like that last bit.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 3:37:58 GMT
*Tweaks her nose, winking.*
Something should have told you I like the whole offer.
*Leans in for another kiss, slipping his arms around her waist.*
Now that our wager is settled I'll let you get back to work.
Are we on for tonight then?
*Gazes down at her admiringly.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 3:51:21 GMT
*Momentarily distracted by how gentle he's acting, she doesn't know what she's supposed to say. It's not like the shop is getting much buisness right now, with all the students just now getting their school supplies. The need for Quidditch equipment isn't overwhelming just yet, which means, until it is, there's not going to be much to do*
*Something in her softens as she takes in his admiring look. It's been a while since she's been in an actual relationship, but somehow she knows this one is different*
*Slowly she nods, still distracted by him*
Yeah, we're still on for tonight.
*Smiles brightly, still trying to figure out where he's planning on taking her*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 4:01:22 GMT
*Beams down at her, looking like he was just handed the Qudditch World Cup.*
Brilliant!
*Gives her another kiss, this time taking more time with it, adding a bit of heat to it.*
*Chuckles as he pulls away. Merlin, there's something about this witch that makes him feel like a million galleons. She's so sweet, and fun. Am I this lucky? Is she really meant for me?*
I'll see you at six, sharp.
*Turns away from her, walking to the door, glancing over his shoulder at her almost every second. He hasn't even left the shop yet, and he already can't wait to see her again.*
*Stops at the door, taking one last look at her before he exits, and a punch drunk expression is locked on his face.*
I'll be thinking of you, Bell.
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 4:16:07 GMT
*Her heart skips a beat as she sees how happy he is over something like a date with her*
*She softly groans as he pulls away from the kiss, and right then she knows today is going to be a long one- or at least, until six. She's smiling like a kid in a candy store as he keeps looking back at her; even though he's leaving, she doesn't mind watching him move*
*Still not believing he's dating a witch like herself, nodding, she replies*
And I'll be thinking of you, Ollivander.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 4:19:21 GMT
*Pushes the door open, and blows her a kiss.*
Good.
*Steps outside into the bright sunny day, a new skip in his step, whistling happily. She has made his day. No, she's made his month, year, whatever.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 14, 2009 4:25:58 GMT
*Winking at him, she blows a kiss back. Never before would she have believed that she'd be one of those love-sick witches she used to laugh at*
*She shakes her head, laughing as he walks past the window. She still doesn't believe that a wizard like him could be so happy with a witch like her*
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 15, 2009 21:30:45 GMT
Dear Katie,
I am so sorry about last night! I was really drunk. If I remember correctly, I may have accidentally pounced on you. Again, I am unimaginably sorry. I'm not sure what came over me. That is, I actually can't remember much.
So I have an awful hangover this morning, so I'm busting it over to Madam Puddifoot's for a rather strong coffee if you want to join me. I'd like to apologise in person. I honestly don't want things to be wierd between us...
Love,
Harry [/color][/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by Venus Tamwell on Sept 20, 2009 3:09:05 GMT
*Venus apperated just oustide the shop. She was back to looking like her oldself, so Katie would recognize her one last time. Katie had bvecome a good friend to her, and it sucked that she had to do this. With a sigh she pushed open the door, running a hand through her light brown hair.*
Hey, Katie. You here?
(ooc::Venus's original avi was Amy Acker)
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Post by Katie Bell on Sept 20, 2009 3:15:35 GMT
*Humming to herself, she reads through the many order forms that parents of young wizards and witches requesting new brooms, Snitches, etc*
*Jumps as she hears the front bell ring, raising an eyebrow at the lack of thundering footsteps signaling excited children*
*Smiles, hearing Venus' voice. They haven't talked in a while and she's happy to see her again*
'Allo, V! One second, I'm in the back!
*Hastily places the forms back on the desk, almost running out of the room to the front of the shop*
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