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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 12, 2009 2:22:27 GMT
::his eyes are drawn to her serpent charm as she fingers it carefully with her long elegant fingers, his eyes then travel up her neck slowly - admiring her with a steady gaze::
"Hm?"
::he says being suddenly brought back to reality by her voice::
"Ah...a drink you say? Well, love, it would be a pleasure. Though the drinks I like tend to be the alcoholic sort and I don't believe Hogwarts would appreciate one of their students sneaking in late to the castle in a state of intoxication...."
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 12, 2009 2:27:29 GMT
*Is disappointed that he declines her offer, but doesn't allow it to show. Instead she shrugs a delicate shoulder with indifference.*
No matter, I'll find someone else to engage in interesting conversation. I can see that you aren't up for it.
*Moves her hand from her charm to toss her hair confidently over her shoulder.*
I apologize for burdening you with my presence.
*The corners of her lips turn up in a sweet smile.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 23, 2009 1:55:14 GMT
::he raises his brow surprised by her sudden emotional reaction - though she hid it well, Theodore was strongly intune with the female nature::
"I didn't decline, doll. I was only looking out for your well-being of course, hate to get you in trouble. Then again you did say you had a tendency to get yourself into mischief of sorts, so perhaps this is just the mischief you're looking to get into."
::he said with a smirk, then put his hand over his heart and put on a fake pout::
"Please don't leave."
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 23, 2009 2:08:31 GMT
*Smirks, satisfied with his response, although she can see it is false. Maybe during their drink she can manage to get through a few of his walls.*
*Smiles sweetly.*
The only place I am going right now is The Broomsticks. Usually very crowded, something I enjoy, it allows me to go about my evening relatively unnoticed.
*Turns slightly away from him, her body facing in the direction of the pub, and she raises a brow.*
Unless I am mistaken, I believe you said you were going to join me?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Sept 23, 2009 2:31:44 GMT
::he couldn't help but let the hint of a satisfied smugness cross his face - he loved her direct nature. Theodore had a weakness for domineering women and he could feel his knees weakening already::
"You're correct. It would be a pleasure to accompany such a lovely woman. Lead the way."
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 23, 2009 2:37:22 GMT
*Smiles coyly, happy that she received the response she wanted to hear.*
I find it more appropriate for a witch of my breeding to be escorted properly.
*Laces her arm through his, and begins to lead him to the Three Broomsticks. She turns her cheek up to him, glancing casually out of the corner of her eye.*
Tell me, Theodore, what is it you do for a living, exactly?
*Gestures gracefully to his fine style with her available hand.*
A wizard of your means must be quite important.
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