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Post by Theodore Nott on Aug 19, 2010 20:51:07 GMT
*A groan slipped past his lips as he intended to nod in response to Silvery, but was quickly reminded - not that he had forgotten - of the searing pain burning from neck to forehead.*
*Eyes slip shut the moment Silvery's cool fingers passed lightly over his forehead, groan turning into an approving moan. Her cool touch is exactly the remedy for his burning pain. That and a cup of his old governess' tea.*
*Upon hearing her voice again, he opened his eyes only to have them close once more. He couldn't help but lean into the witch's soothing touch. Those icy fingers running through his hair were not only obviously skilled, but they felt nice to. Well. They were beyond nice, but he wasn't in any mind to think along those lines, his head hurt far too much for that.*
*When he felt Silvery step back his eyelids lifted, and amazingly, it seemed there was a bit of relief there. He blinked, eyes opening much wider than when he first arrived, and a ghost of a grin touched his lips.*
A bit better, thanks.
*The tension in his shoulders began to ease causing him to lower them without any thought.*
Tea would be perfect...if it isn't a bother.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Aug 20, 2010 0:36:06 GMT
*grins, a twinkle of pride in her eyes at his obvious relief*
No bother at all. How about we all have a cup? It can't hurt, right?
*smiles at both Theo and Noelle then calls for her assistant to prepare the tea*
Let's have a seat while we wait, shall we?
*motions for them to follow her to the small yet comfy sitting area behind the shop window, giving them a perfect view of the darkening lazy street*
Theo, this is Noelle. She used to work here what seems like ages ago.
*gracefully adjusts her skirt over her knees as sits down with crossed legs*
And Noelle, Theo was a Slytherin classmate of mine. Well, more Draco's friend than anything but an old acquaintance nonetheless.
*smiles, briefly remembering the times she would have liked to get to know him better but there was always a "boyfriend" there to prevent that*
So tell me Theo. How is it that we've never crossed paths before? Do you not pass by Diagon Alley or Knockturn often?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Aug 23, 2010 19:01:15 GMT
*Quietly, he follows Silvery to the seating area, eager to have some tea, and take a load off for just a moment, or two. His head still throbbed, but since the literal brush of Silvery's hands it has diminished quite significantly.*
*Nods politely to Noelle, a corner of his lips twisting up some.*
Hullo...
*Slips himself comfortably onto his seat, leaning back, and crossing his legs at the ankles.*
*Returns Silvery's smile, and shrugs lightly.*
As a matter of fact it is surprising we haven't bumped into each other sooner. I was here only weeks ago. Sadly, you weren't.
*Frowns, his voice dripping with disappointment.*
I think we should make a point of having our "paths cross" again.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Aug 25, 2010 22:52:17 GMT
That would be lovely, Theo. I'm always up for spending some time with fellow Slytherins. And perhaps next time you won't be in such a state.
*Smiles, not really sure though how she would arrange a meeting with Theo without it seeming like a date, which is exactly how Miles would see it if he found out about it.*
*Just then her assistant shows up with the tea tray, carefully placing it down on the small table between their chairs.*
Ah! Here we go. Vervain tea.
*Hands Theo his cup then proceeds to sweeten hers up a bit before taking a sip*
We only use the lemon variety for tea. It's got the most healing properties and it just...tastes better.
*Smiles again, taking another sip*
So do you suffer from these headaches often? If vervain is your typical remedy then it's probably due to stress. Can I ask what you do for a living? That may have a lot to do with it.
*Laughs suddenly, realising how she must sound.*
I'm sorry, that's just the healer in me talking. I must sound like one of those fools at St. Mungo's.
*Still laughing, she turns to look up at her assistant who remains standing there as if waiting for further orders.*
That will be all, Hazel. Thank you.
*Watches her go then turns back to Theo, wondering how it was possible for him to become even more handsome through the years.*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Sept 4, 2010 1:52:48 GMT
*Floos into the fireplace in Silvery's office at the back of the shop. He'd arrived home after two months away to find an empty manor and the first place he thought of looking for her was, as usual, her shop. He still doesn't understand why she even feels the need to work here, but she likes it and he's not going to argue with her about it.*
*Finding the office empty he calls out to her, perhaps she's in the brewing room next door where she could easily hear him*
Silv?
*Placing a hand over his chest, trying to control the pain, he goes through the open door out into the candle lit hallway.*
Silv, are you here?
*The assistant, Hazel, pokes her head out of the next doorway and motions toward the front of the shop with a smile. Without another word he pushes through the wooden double doors and walks out into the main part of the store, his eyes almost desperate as they search for his wife...the only person who can take away his pain and make him feel at peace again.*
Silvery.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Sept 9, 2010 22:37:33 GMT
*Leans back on her chair and is about to take another sip of her tea when she hears it...her name, in the voice she's been longing to hear for way too long.*
It can't be. Will you guys please excuse me?
*She puts her cup down and stands up, looking toward the back door. Standing there, clutching his chest, is Miles. He's been gone so long she blinks a few times to make sure she's not seeing things then rushes over to him, embracing him tightly as if not wanting to let go.*
You're back!
*Their lips find each other and they kiss passionately, her hand moving to his chest as it always does when he needs her healing, when the old pain that no potions can take away has taken possession of him once more. She lets him kiss her neck, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, knowing there are others watching. She's not usually the type for public displays of affection but right now she doesn't care. Her husband is back and there's no telling how long he's here for this time, so she's going to take advantage of every minute they have together.*
I missed you so much. Are you okay?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 17, 2010 18:09:40 GMT
*Carefully, he lifts his cup of tea, and leans forward a bit, ready to answer all of Silvery's questions. His mouth opens to speak, but he immediately snaps it shut. Someone has just entered the shop, and that someone isn't exactly the ray of sunshine Theo would rather have seen.*
*Mumbles.*
Bletchley...grand.
*Leave it to Silvery's husband to arrive, unexpectedly -in Theo's opinion-, and take her attention away from him. His head begins to throb painfully from the frustration.*
*Quietly sips his tea, praying that both his headache and the husband leave. And quickly at that.*
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Sept 23, 2010 22:58:18 GMT
*Smiles, softly nodding his head.*
Yes, a whole lot better now that I've seen you.
*Wraps an arm around her waist and looks up in the direction of the others, only then realising that she has company.*
Have I interrupted something?
*Shakes his head, not waiting for her reply. Although he is a bit curious as to why Theodore Nott is here. He'll make sure to ask her later.*
It's alright. You finish up what you're doing and I'll go back home, wash up and have that worthless elf of ours make himself useful and fix us something nice for dinner.
*Pulls her back into his arms and gives her one last kiss goodbye before releasing her and approaching the other two in the sitting area. He nods his head in greeting to them, addressing only Theodore.*
Alright, Nott?
*Gives him a look as if to say he'll trust him to behave himself around his wife then leaves out the front door. Deciding to stop and buy Silvery a gift on his way home.*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Sept 23, 2010 23:30:05 GMT
*Her fingers stroke his arm longingly as he walks away from her. She doesn't want to see him go but she does have company to tend to so she follows him over to the others and waves her hand goodbye as he steps out the door. Slowly, she turns back to Noelle and Theo.*
Sorry about that. He's been gone for a while. Anyway, are you feeling any better Theo?
*She wonders what he thinks about her and Miles' little..."exchange". Does he even know she's married? Not that it matters. Why would he care?*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 24, 2010 19:13:42 GMT
*Quietly sips his tea, watching the goings on between the couple that appear to be quite in love, and he smirks behind the rim of the cup. Ahh... Love. How positively disgusting. They really should take their displays of affection into the storage room or anywhere where Theo doesn't have to be a witness to it.*
*Sets his cup down as Miles approaches and offers a nod before the man leaves the shop. Of course Theo recognised the expression on Miles' face, and he holds back a chuckle. Unfortunately, Miles felt he needed to stake his claim. Fortunately, Theodore doesn't care about such things, and is perfectly happy to make an attempt at stealing away the beautiful witch standing in front of him from her husband.*
*Too bad for Miles really. If only the man would have kept his looks to himself, Theodore might have just left Silvery alone, but no, her husband had to go and focus all of that attention on her. He had to make Theo feel as if Silvery is out of his reach. And to Theo that's a challenge worth accepting.*
*Inwardly laughs at the door Miles exited from before Silvery's voice interrupts his thoughts, and he focuses his dark eyes onto her while a charming smile grows on his lips.*
Mmmm... Yes, thanks, much better.
*Reaches for his cup,
Bletchley, eh?
*Gestures to Silvery and the door with the index finger of his cup free hand, implying he understands what is between the two.*
Lucky bloke, if I say so myself.
*Might as well go ahead and let the games begin. Unfortunately, Miles didn't stick around for Theodore to wish him luck in the challenge the wizard has no idea Theo decided to give him.*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Sept 24, 2010 22:39:22 GMT
*Snickers, sitting back down next to him.*
Bletchley, yes. And that's exactly what he would say. If you had any idea what he had to go through to finally win me over you'd understand why.
*Shakes her head, waving the memories away.*
But that's a long story. And not one that would interest you, by any means. But anyway, I'm glad you're feeling better. Would you like more tea?
*She picks up the silver teapot and pours a little more in both their cups to warm them up. Upon thinking about it, she wonders why she even offered him more considering that she's supposed to be hurrying home to Miles who's waiting for her.*
I'm sorry Theodore. I don't mean to be rude and I'd love to stay and chat but I really should get going.
*She has one more sip of tea then puts her cup down, standing up again.*
If there's anything else you need, please don't hesitate to ask Hazel to get it for you. It really was nice to see you again.
*Walks over to the coat rack by the door and slowly slips on her cloak, giving him time to respond.*
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Jan 23, 2014 20:38:23 GMT
Destiny is something you're born with. Much like royalty. It isn't something earned, or given away. You needed certain qualities, a sense of steel about yourself that was unwilling to bend. Annalessa Bordon had always believed there was only one destiny for her; she knew she had what it took. It was only a matter of patience. Running towards the sea, as soon as you caught site of a ship was only a fool's choice. The sharks within would sooner devour them, before they had any hope of being rescued. So she had waited. Wait until all the chess pieces were placed in their proper places. It was clear from the thunder that rolled in the skies, from thick black clouds who was winning. And now was her cue.
Knockturn Alley was known for the more sinister crowd, specifically at night; However Annalessa knew that there was no certainty of finding what she sought whilst searching the streets like a lost dog. And given that her current task was to be kept secretive, there was one direction in mind; Annalessa had left the warmth of her home in Hogsmeade, a thick, deep emerald traveling cloak wrapped around her frame. Ironically enough, though she sought to be protected against the winds, the chill in her heart as she prepaired for her task was far more bitter.
True enough she was human. Which meant nerves wrecked her occassionally, but keeping her focus on fullfilling a dream she'd always wanted was the main source of strength; as the young witch apparated to her desired location. She wasn't one to let a simple case of nerves get the better of her. Annalessa Bordon did NOT fail. Feeling her pride rear up at even the thought, Annalessa strode boldly across the darkened pavement of Diagon Alley; her footsteps as delicate as snow that fell, face hidden in shadow beneath the hood of her cloak, seeking a single face among the few lingering about.
Silvery Bletchley.
There were whispers of the dark healer. Annalessa could remember once meeting the talented witch, whilst at the potions shop. It had been crowded that day, but Silvery had been there among them, drifting like mist. Anna had knew then the two would be meeting again soon. She didn't believe in the fragile state of hope; but knowing one's destiny. Perservering. And so she sought to befriend the witch, thought it was against her nature. Anna didn't do the friendly approach often, however, everyone needed a stepping stone. A guide so to speak.
Knowing already the name of the shop the healer was known to work at, Annalessa reached with a gloved hand to push open the door; waiting until it had shut to remove her hood. "Is anyone here?" She called, her voice soft as velvet.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 23, 2014 21:45:54 GMT
The night was cold and starry, the alley was dimly lit, and there were very few wizards out and about at this time of night. It was almost closing time for Diagon Alley and Silvery had just apparated outside her potion shop. Not her usual apparating spot, no, but the night was so beautiful that she wanted to appreciate it a few moments longer. She really was in no hurry to floo back to the place she called home. The dark and lonely Bletchley Manor. And after having such a lovely time with Dante, the last thing she wanted was to be alone…again.
Not a minute had gone by before a young witch approached the shop door. She watched her quietly, curiously, thinking she looked somewhat familiar but not able to place the face. She wondered what the girl needed at this late hour, or if she was even aware of the time. She sighed and turned her eyes back to the stars, thinking to herself that the shop assistant was probably already in the back cleaning up. Perhaps she should go in herself and help the girl.
She followed her in, waiting for the girl to speak before she let her presence be known. "Yes, right behind you." She smiled politely and walked around the girl, standing in front of a beautiful display of multi-coloured potions and ointments, right next to the counter. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Jan 23, 2014 21:57:21 GMT
A brief thought had come to Anna, that perhaps Silvery wasn't here at this hour. However such thoughts were quickly put to rest, as a voice answered her call. Satisfied that she hadn't come searching in vain, Annalessa turned cool eyes towards the witch. She was just as she remembered, hauntingly beautiful. Taking a few moments to consider how she could bring up the sensitive topic, Annalessa's eyes roamed around the shop. Searching for anyone who could possible overhear. "Forgive me, for troubling you. I was hoping to have a word, where ears cannot overhear us? My request is very private, Miss. Bletchley."
It didn't appear that anyone was around, however Annalessa couldn't take any chances. Aside from that, if she were to make anyone think she was worthy of the Dark Lord, then they couldn't start off on the wrong foot in thinking she was a blabbering idiot.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 24, 2014 14:59:33 GMT
Silvery watched the girl look around the shop as if nervous about something. She realised before the girl even spoke again that this was not an ordinary shopping visit, she wasn't here for potion ingredients. "A private matter?" she asked. Now she was curious. What in Salazar's name could this strange girl have to discuss with her at this time of night? Perhaps she was delivering a message, that would explain why she knew her name. "Hmm…" While she considered whether to humour the girl or not she stepped towards the back of the shop and pushed open the door, checking to see if anyone was there. "Looks like we're alone." She should still be cautious, she reminded herself. The Ministry could be up to something. She didn't think they suspected her yet, but a Death Eater could never know for sure unless they saw their face on a wanted poster.
She looked straight in the girl's eyes, her own eyes narrowed questioningly, her hand holding her wand surreptitiously behind her back. "Why don't we start with your name? And you telling me how you know mine."
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