Tallia Gauthier
Journalist
Editor of Witch Weekly
"The quill is mightier than the wand"
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Aug 21, 2009 13:17:15 GMT
Tallia smirked, watching the look of lust on his face. "Don't worry Oliver," she purred in a seductive whisper. "i know exactly what is what..." She smiled, hoping her words would have the desired effect. She was winding him up, teasing him, making him want her and hopefully he'd perform all the better for it. She'd found that with men, they loved being promised things they thought they couldn't have. It drove them crazy with want, then, when it came down to it, the night turned out to be excellent due to their over compensating. She licked her lips, glancing at him just as his eyes flickered to her body. "I like gossip," she replied cheekily. "I like to be the first to know what's going on. And I like that people come to me when they want the latest news. I like the popularity..." She paused for a second, tracing a circle on his arm. "And I like the perks..."
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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 21, 2009 18:59:12 GMT
**Oliver is familiar with popularity, especially now that he's keeper for Puddlemere Unitied, and he really can't complain about all the perks that come with the position.*
"I know what that's all about, the popularity, and perks, I mean, but the gossip, the gossip is the part that bothers me, how can you listen to all the rubbish people talk about?"
**He glances quickly at her finger tracing circles on his arm, getting more and more heated. He struggles not to start running toward the Three Broomsticks dragging her along behind him, thinking**
Good things come to those who wait, Oliver.
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Tallia Gauthier
Journalist
Editor of Witch Weekly
"The quill is mightier than the wand"
Posts: 1,931
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Aug 21, 2009 19:22:46 GMT
Tallia smiled sardonically, still ammused by the lust in his eyes. "I like to know what's going on. Sure, I hear a lot of drivel, but every now and then, you hear something really worth listening to." She arched an eyebrow licking her lips. "There's nothing juicey I should know about you, is there?" She grinned, her finger still tracing circles on his arm as they turned into the main high street, the Three Broomsticks only a little way away.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Aug 25, 2009 22:48:16 GMT
**Oliver can see where she's coming from, it's always fun to hear tales of others, hearing stories of another's embarrassments, misfortune, or good deeds can give you another perspective on your life.*
"You've got a point."
**Grins slyly, pretty sure she's going to find out if there's anything worth writing about him, if he's lucky any way.**
"Only if you're a Puddlmere United fan I'm afraid."
**Oliver catches sight of The Three Broomsticks, and it dawns on him, why are they going to some overcrowded, seedy pub, when he has a perfectly available flat in Diagon Alley, much more private, much cleaner, and more comfortable. The couple could spend the whole night "talking" as loud as their hearts desire, and no one would be the wiser.**
"Whaddya say to skipping the Broomsticks, and having drinks at my place instead?"
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Tallia Gauthier
Journalist
Editor of Witch Weekly
"The quill is mightier than the wand"
Posts: 1,931
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Sept 16, 2009 11:50:31 GMT
Tallia grinned at him, licking her lips. That was the sort of suggestion she liked the sound of. "What a wonderful idea," she said quietly her voice low and seductive. "And don't worry. I'm an Oliver Wood fan as opposed to Puddlemere United..." Slowly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, her tongue flicking lightly against his lower lip; a promise and taster of what was still to come. "Shall we go then?" she asked, her voice light and airy as she pulled back slightly, her arm still linked with his.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 25, 2009 22:26:48 GMT
**Oliver's interest is piqued with her statement, and his eyebrows raise.**
"Oh? Really now?"
**A lopsided grin finds it's way on his face. So she's a fan of just him, and not the game. Why is he so lucky?**
"And what do you know about Oliver Wood to make you such a fan?"
**His knees grow weak at the touch of her lips, blood rushing to his head. His reaction to Tallia is odd, he should very well be used to witches throwing themselves at him.**
**Just before he disapparates them out of Hogsmeade, his arm holds tightly to hers, so as not to loose her.**
"No time like the present."
**Glances at her, grinning. With a swift turn on the spot, Oliver disapparates Tallia and himself to Diagon Alley, his flat is located there.**
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