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Post by Holly Palmers on Sept 10, 2008 1:57:43 GMT
*comes back to work after taking a day off*
*apparates in because she is still rather uneasy about Diagon Alley in general*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Sept 15, 2008 22:10:08 GMT
*stays until closing, then checks out and leaves, heading home rather exhausted*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 24, 2009 0:16:34 GMT
*comes to work for her afternoon shift, surprisingly whistling to herself and blaming her good mood on the weather and all the time she has been spending with Aaron lately*
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 24, 2009 1:09:38 GMT
*Tucked away from the shop, Gabriel skillfully morphs into a figure he believes could pass for Sebastian, although in reality he looks older and his hair, lips, and eyes look washed out* *Walks up to the Magical Menagerie, trying out his new legs as is his custom after changing forms* *Plasters a smile on his face and enters fluidly, running a finger through his hair, annoyed that it is not slicked back like his own usual style*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 24, 2009 4:22:13 GMT
*looks up from paperwork and reordering supplies*
No way, Sebastian! You actually came to visit!
*pushes all her mundane work aside*
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 24, 2009 17:24:15 GMT
'Course I did, Hol.
*Smile appears more forced*
I actually needed to get something off my chest, if you'll let me.
*Sits on the counter, but as far away from Holly as he can, enjoying his setup thus far*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 24, 2009 18:52:32 GMT
*folds her arms and rests them on the counter, still beaming*
Oh really? Spring cleaning for you too, huh?
*laughs at her own joke and then returns to paying attention, noting all the dust on the counter*
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 24, 2009 19:57:00 GMT
*Impassively runs a finger over the dusty counter and neatly wipes it on his trousers*
In a way, yes. Urm, how should I say this?
*Eyes appear cloudy, remote*
I think your boyfriend is a dunce. A blockhead. Whatever. I want to see you without seeing him all the time. When have boyfriends received priority over best friends?
*Scoffs*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 24, 2009 23:44:37 GMT
*stutters for only a moment, barely fazed*
I know you think he's lousy, but you take what you get and work with it, right?
*laughs*
Is that it? You want to hang out more, just us? Well, honestly, I'm the one surprised because I was sure you had something high and mighty to do for the longest time. You're the one who has the habit of dropping off the face of the earth.
*hushes some puffskeins causing a racket*
And anyway, best friends can't get jealous, it's like an unwritten law or something.
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 2:08:13 GMT
*Makes an irritated face, needing another tactic and fast*
Oh, I don't think it's an unwritten law. It may be a tiny, extremely forgettable faux pas, but it's not one that I know of. And jealousy is such a strong word. It gets thrown around so often.
*Expression turns even more sour*
High and mighty? What the hell do you mean by that?
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 2:50:02 GMT
*is taken a back a bit*
Well--nothing, I just meant that you seemed to have something more important and grown up to do than any of us. You're always wound up in something I can't even start to imagine, like when you came by Aaron's with your wrist all bloodied.
*brings the papers back in front of her, though she has no intention of going back to them anytime soon*
*off handedly*
You're awfully nippy today.
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 2:55:19 GMT
I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe if your boyfriend wasn't around every second of the day I could get a word in.
*Shrugs dismissively, not knowing anything about bloody wrists or such nonsense*
I'm not nippy, I'm being open and unguarded. More people should be like that. Everyone has a mask, Holly.
*Thinks of a problem, then smirks*
I think I only like you because of your hair. I think I've just realised this. You know how wrapped up in beauty some men are, especially school boys with vivid imaginations...
*Looks away from her face, feigning deep thought*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 3:02:32 GMT
*frowns*
That's mental; you've talked to be loads of times earnestly, needing advice or something. You just said we were best mates, what, did you really just decide the opposite?
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Post by Gabriel Rosier on Mar 25, 2009 3:06:51 GMT
*Nods righteously*
Yes. I don't think it's worth being around him to be around you anymore. Back at school, I had to tolerate him. Now we're on our own and I don't have to be locked in a classroom anymore.
*Twists a lock of her hair around his finger, pulling it without gentleness*
You think I'm too high and mighty anyway!
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Post by Holly Palmers on Mar 25, 2009 3:13:07 GMT
*pulls her hair from his fingers, kicking the counter on her side*
Yes, yes I do, and I won't have you talk me away from Aaron just so you can go off again and leave me with no one. Honestly, maybe if you stopped collecting pretty things you'd realize I'm not the same as all those stupid fancy shirts you wear.
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