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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 22, 2010 22:52:19 GMT
::Stows his wand away, not looking apologetic in the least, she shouldn't leave her home unprotected as she had. Looking at her as if it was her fault he snaps back.::
You shouldn't leave your doors unlocked, at least use an Intruder Charm. Weren't you a Ravenclaw, you'd think you'd have some brains.
::Eyes flick to her wand aimed directly at him and he flashes a dashing smile, casually flicking the hair out of his eyes. He's completely innocent of any plotting, or intentions to harm, he truly doesn't remember walking here.::
Would you believe me if I told you, this is where my feet carried me?
Put your wand away, you more intimidating without it.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jan 22, 2010 23:59:16 GMT
"Okay, first of all- to answer your question, no I don't believe your feet ' happened to carry you here'. If you despise me so much, then why the hell would you come here of all places? Consciously or not." *Roslyn had put her wand away by now, and placed her hands on her hips in indignation*
"You know what? It doesn't even matter. Because right now..you're the one looking pathetic. It's quite obvious, how I feel. And you most certainly made it clear, how you feel. There's nothing for me to prove, Theodore. I'm sick of arguing, and this whole thing has grown old." *Roslyn crossed her arms, glaring at him. For once her eyes holding no emotion towards the wizard. Not even anger*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 23, 2010 2:49:56 GMT
::Clicks his tongue in annoyance, narrowing his eyes. There is no reason for Theodore to be here, she's right, they've shared their feelings with each other. Anyone could plainly see that if they were to have witnessed their earlier meeting in Florish and Blott's.::
You're perfectly precise on that point, though I can't for the life of me figure out how I landed myself here. Believe me, Roslyn, I didn't come here intentionally, and was most surprised when I found myself looking at your door.
::Looks down at her, with a superior air, his silky voice taking on a patronizing tone.::
You should have a house elf, you know. I was knocking forever, such a rude way to treat anyone that might come calling.
Anyway-
::Waves his hand dismissively, pushing aside the subject of manners.::
-I waited as patiently as I could for someone, anyone to answer the door, and tried the handle. And, as I said before you really should try some protective enchantments on the place, there are far more dangerous people out there than I.
After trying the handle, and opening the door, I grew somewhat concerned for your safety, and that is when you found me.
::Shrugs, unconcerned.::
No matter, you are right, I don't belong here. You can be rest assured that I will never make the mistake of dwelling on my thoughts, and allowing my feet to guide me again.
::Hollow eyes slide over her, he looks about as interested in all of this as he would be if he were sitting in a History of Magic class again.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jan 23, 2010 4:30:29 GMT
"Oh please, Nott." *Roslyn shook her head, looking unimpressed herself* "Spare me the theatrics. I've seen most of your masks, and none too impressive." *Turning, Roslyn ran a hand through her hair.* A habit that came to surface, whenever she was frustrated. She knew that Theodore was just as stubborn as her, and it was quite a waste of time lingering on his behavior. Some people found change almost impossible, and Theodore had made it clear more than once- that he wouldn't be changing for anyone.
"Well since you're here, and still a guest... however rude and obnoxious. " She muttered the last part more to herself. "I suppose it isn't too much trouble for me to stay civilized. Arguing is useless. I'm sure everything I say goes through one ear, and out the other with you." *Walking over to her pumpkin juice, which was now unappealing, Roslyn dumped out the liquid- and filled the tea kennel instead.*
"It's chilly outside. Though of course you always have the option of leaving, you're welcome to stay for awhile, and have some tea." Even if Roslyn found his company far more troublesome than it was worth- she was still good natured, at heart. Nothing would change, if they continued throwing jibes and making the other upset.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 26, 2010 0:43:24 GMT
::Narrows his eyes, disliking her mutterings, not wishing to stay any further. It's plainly clear they hold no regard for each other, and it would be a waste of time, and precious energy if he lingered here, trying to be civilized. He has a whole host of other things he'd much rather be doing, and right now, pestering Amberlin seems a brilliant idea.::
I'd rather not, I've...more pressing matters, I'm afraid.
::Smirks, flicking the hair out of his eyes once again, and adds with indifference.::
Perhaps another time?
::Doesn't wait for a reply, too irritated with himself for showing up at her house to say anything further as well. Flashes her one last glance, his expression hollow, and Disapparates in a wispy veil of smoke.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jan 26, 2010 2:41:06 GMT
*Rolling her eyes, Roslyn shook her head* It wasn't surprising the git would bail out. However it was a relief, to finally be rid of his presence- and Roslyn wasn't going to deny herself relaxation, simply because of Stubborn Ex Slytherins.
*Waiting impatiently for the tea to finish boiling, Roslyn quickly poured a small cup- and headed back out to her Garden*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 11, 2010 0:50:26 GMT
*Apparating just outside of her little home in Hogsmeade, Roslyn glanced towards her and Neville's hands, which were still clasped together.* She couldn't just apparate right inside of her house, because of the protective enchantments. But Roslyn assumed that Neville would want to take his leave, and she would be alone once more.
*Bringing her eyes up to meet his, Roslyn tried to smile. She could tell it was more of a grimace, lacking it's usual brightness.*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Mar 11, 2010 22:30:09 GMT
*Apparates just outside Roslyn's cottage once more, this time paying more attention to the witch than to the area surrounding them. He squeezes her hand in his, lifting his free hand up to her cheek. Frowning again at her pained expression, Neville quips.*
I meant we were supposed to be inside, Rose. This doesn't help too much, does it?
*Runs his thumb over the soft skin of her cheek lightly, not wanting to spook her. He wanted to pull the witch into his arms and protect her from whatever pain she's feeling, but he knows it probably won't be any good because like he said before, he accidentally hurts himself on a daily basis.*
C'mon-
*Grins, the hand on her cheek dropping to his side as he turns to the front door, gently pulling Roslyn with him.*
-let's get inside.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 11, 2010 23:58:22 GMT
Warmth sounded much better than the cold, they currently stood in at that moment. *Silently, Roslyn allowed Neville to lead her up the steps, reaching for her wand to undo the protective enchantments.* She didn't think to mention exactly why they hadn't simply apparated inside, or to reassure the worried Wizard her wits weren't completely gone. Every inch of her exposed skin was cold, even the hand which grasped Neville's. But his warmth was soothing, and Roslyn's smile with less strained, while seeing the beautiful grin come to Neville's face. His whole face came alive, with a glow that made her heart flutter. The color in her cheeks deepened slightly, from more than the cold wind sweeping across them *Determined to pull herself together, at least for the moment, Roslyn pushed open the door and stepped inside. It was freezing inside of her home as well, and with reluctance Roslyn pulled away from Neville to light the Fire logs.*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Mar 12, 2010 4:46:11 GMT
*Shuffles inside, slightly disappointed at the fact that the interior of the cottage is almost just as cold as its exterior. He looks around, nodding at the set up of the room. Watching Roslyn walk over to light the logs, he rubs his hands together to warm up.*
I like it, Rose. Nice place.
*Chuckles nervously, thinking that if he were to sit down he'd probably break something. He looks around, suddenly licking his lips.*
Where's your kitchen? I, well, I could get us some hot coca if you'd like, maybe...I don't know.
*Smiles.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 12, 2010 6:02:43 GMT
*Shaking her head, Roslyn muttered the incendio spell, before turning towards Neville* "Don't be silly, Nev. You're my guest, so I'll get us something to snack on along with the coco." *Noticing his nervous expression, and aware of how cold the cottage was; Roslyn gestured towards the sofa, once she'd removed her traveling cloak.*
"Don't be so nervous, mate. Make yourself comfortable." *In the corner of her eye she could see a blanket she'd left around earlier, and Roslyn moved to retrieve the thick quilt.* She was quite cold as well, but as she said- Neville was a guest, so his comfort was more important. Besides, the door was securely closed. And the fire was already warming the house. With the quilt and coco, they'd both be warmed up in no time.
*Laying the quilt on the armrest of the couch, Roslyn headed into the kitchen to get to work on the coco*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Mar 25, 2010 19:49:03 GMT
*Chuckles.*
Yeah, yeah. I may be your guest, but I'm also the one who told you to go home in the first place.
*Makes a face as Roslyn comments on his nervousness, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.*
I'm not nervous, I'm perfectly comfortable right here!
*Leans against the armrest of the couch after waiting for her to place the quilt over it. Glancing down at the quilt, he wonders how big the blanket really is. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a question comes to mind.*
How long have you lived here?
*Calls to her while she's in the kitchen.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 25, 2010 19:57:26 GMT
"Awhile." *Shaking her head at Neville's stubbornness, Roslyn sighed in no shape to argue* "I would say, two or three years." Time didn't mean much to her anymore, and Roslyn's thoughts were so consumed with recent event's, she really had forgotten.
"The quilts for you, Nev..." *Roslyn could see the he was still standing, looking tense as ever.* "Honestly, you're making me nervous standing around. Like you're going to bolt, any minute." She whispered the last part more to herself. *Magically heating the coco, Roslyn emerged from the kitchen, two steaming cups in hand*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Mar 25, 2010 20:03:42 GMT
*Lofts one eyebrow, looking in the direction of the kitchen.*
I'm not leaving anytime soon, if that's what you're worried about.
*Shrugs, and flops down onto the couch after almost tripping over the corner of said couch. He watches with a smile as Roslyn walks back into the room holding two cups of the steaming coca.*
Merlin, I haven't had coca for a really long time! Thanks, Rose.
*Reaches out for one of the cups, his smile now a bit sheepish.*
I promise I'll try not to spill anything.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 25, 2010 20:12:56 GMT
"It's fine, love." The affectionate term slipped out, without Roslyn noticing. Though she didn't mean much by it, just something she called all her friends. *Walking towards Neville, Roslyn took a seat, and handed him his cup*
Silence made it way in, as it often did. Roslyn's thoughts traveled far beyond her little home in Hogsmeade, and Neville's adorable expressions. Her gaze was distant, as she stared off into space. Not really seeing anything, just thinking.
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