This Is As Sweet As It Gets ~Amberlin~

[Theodore Nott]

::Slips elegantly along the shadows in this unusually quite winter's evening in Hogsmeade. His long black traveling cloak does well to keep him toasty warm, and almost undetectable within the dark alleys he's passing through. His short journey through Hogsmeade will end with a visit to Honeydukes, if it still open at this hour, and The Broomsticks.::

::His thoughts tonight are serene as he nears the candy shoppe. A soft little whistle slips from his lips creating a stream of foggy breath, and it vanishes just as quickly as it came.::

[Amberlin Harlow]

*The crunch of snow under her heeled boots is comforting to Amberlin, as she makes her way to Honeydukes this chilly night. She clutches her robes tightly to keep in the warmth as soft wisps of her breath are visible in the nighttime air. Whispers to herself, admiring her sleek leather boots and the dramatic change from snow white to deep black.*

_{Maybe they'll actually have the chocolates in stock this time, the idiots.}

*She whispers right over the wizard as he whistles, and isn't paying attention to anything around her.*

[Theodore Nott]

::The sound of snow crunching under the steps of another draws Theodore's attention, and he slows his own pace quite considerably. He would prefer to have no one at his back, especially during night.::

::As he slows his pace, he allows the follower to pass, and catches a bit of what she said under her breath. Her whispered words bring a lift to his lips, and he is now strolling casually along the lane, his eye somewhat on the nearby witch.::

::Feels compelled to reply to her comment, and calls quietly out to her.::

Save some for me, won't you?

[Amberlin Harlow]

*She pauses mid-step, hearing a wizard's voice, and turns around slowly. Her right hand reaches for her wand, not yet pulling it out of her robes. She replies just as quietly, not knowing what to expect from a wizard, in the back alley at night.*

Pardon? Sorry sir, but you want anything you'll have to fetch it yourself. I'm no one's house-elf.

*Narrows her eyes, trying to make out the wizard's facial features in the darkness. The way he seems to blend into the shadows puts her slightly on edge, and she's not about to continue walking if he's planning on following her.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Steps out from the shadows just a bit, pushing back the hood of his cloak. The moment the hood is off he can see her much better, and a lopsided grin graces his lips. She's certainly a looker, very stylish too.::

::Chuckles lightly at her comment of house-elves.::

I was just commenting on the statement you just made, and was hoping you would leave some chocolate behind for a fellow connoisseur. That is if there is any left in stock of course.

::Smile grows as he slides a few steps closer to her, and in the direction they were both headed.::

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Doesn't recognize the wizard as his hood falls back, but blinks at the lopsided grin of his. Mentally hexes herself, screaming that she shouldn't be distracted.*

I'm not taking all of the chocolate- Merlin, do you think I'm wanting to gain weight? They're usually out of it anyways, so it probably won't matter.

*Barely restrains herself from stepping away from the wizard as he moves closer, not wanting to back down. Her right hand holds her wand loosely, but something tells her she's not going to need it.*

[Theodore Nott]

::Smirks, eyes rolling over her form, though the usual winter garb can be bulky he knows that she could never get fat, even if she tried.::

I have the feeling we might be in luck this evening.

::Stuffs his hands into the pockets of his cloak, rocking back and forth a bit on his heels. He regards her quietly for just a moment, and decides to take a shot in the dark.::

You wouldn't happen to fancy joining me, would you...Miss...? I'm sorry-

::Takes two gliding steps closer, gives a dashing smile as he withdraws his hand from the pocket, and offers it politely to her.::

-I didn't catch your name. I'm Theodore.

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Narrows her eyes as his hands sink into his pockets, before looking back into his eyes. She quirks one eyebrow at his invitation, and glances back down to the hand he's holding out. For a moment she stands there, silent, before tilting her head slightly.*

You didn't catch my name, Theodore, because I never told you.

*Straightens her spine, steeling herself.*

It's been a pleasure, sir.

*Doesn't directly answer to his invitation, and doesn't take his hand either. Instead, she turns and continues walking towards the candy shoppe, her right hand still on her wand just in case. She once again listens to the crunching of the snow under her boots as she fights back a soft smirk at her departure.*

[Theodore Nott]

::A light chuckle slips from his lips as she turns away and resumes walking. She's feisty, a good quality in a witch. Sure of herself too, another plus.::

::He watches her as she plods along the path they share before beginning to follow. Intentionally he strolls slowly along, leaving both hands visible. There is no reason to make the witch feel more uncomfortable than she already appears. He certainly isn't following her to Honeydukes because he wishes to chat her up, or anything. They just happen to have a mutual destination.::

::Quietly he meanders behind her, watching the way she moves, and a grin of approval touches his lips.::

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Would probably feel the weight of his stare if she only paid attention. She has a feeling that he'll follow her though, and only hopes it's right. After all, who wouldn't follow her? She calls out, over her shoulder as she finally reaches the front door of the shoppe.*

I can already tell, they're out of the chocolates. Pity.

*Knows she's going to seem like a bloody moron if he hasn't followed her. Slowly, her right hand lets go of her wand and she once again clutches her robes tightly. She actually loves the winter weather, but this is just a simple little habit she's never bothered to get rid of.*

[Theodore Nott]

::His thoughts are now on the rhythmic pattern of their feet crunching the snow as they walk along the lane, though his eyes are still firmly placed on her back. Her words float back to him as she reaches the door, and he chuckles loud enough for her to hear.::

How unfortunate for you. You should have had the sense to order some before you came.

::Finally reaches the witch, and the door. Slowly he reaches around her, not making any sudden movement, and pulls lightly upon the door to Honeydukes. A soft bell jingles over head, and the sweet warmth of the shop oozes out into the cold night. He brings his eyes to meet hers, shrugs a shoulder, and once again a lopsided grin touches his face.::

If you had an addiction to Honeydukes Chocolate similar to mine, you would have been bright enough to pay a bit extra and have some set aside for you with every new batch created.

::Winks lightly, obviously teasing her. Up this close her features finally register, and he is most relieved to see that she is as attractive as he.::

[Amberlin Harlow]

*Narrows her eyes, strongly disliking the comments he's making about her intelligence, or lack thereof. At least, until the logic of his comments sink in and she realizes that yes, pre-ordering the sweets would most definately be the best thing to do. She sees his hand reach around her, and her skin prickles along the way as if he's actually touching her. The warmth is now the last thing on her mind, along with the chocolate.*

Yes, well, I'll be sure to do that from now on.

*Doesn't bother to thank him, thinking that agreeing with his statement is enough. Right as she feels a slight blush rise in her cheeks is when she turns away from him, entering the shop.*

Addiction, you say? How often do you stop by then, Theodore?

*Knows saying his name isn't neccessary, but secretly enjoys the way it rolls off her tongue.*