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Post by Jolie Fier on Jul 7, 2009 2:19:02 GMT
*snarls as she deflects the candy jars*
Does it really have to come to this? I could have left in peace.
*aims her wand at the shelf behind them*
Confringo!
*backs up, attempting to flee*
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Post by janephoenix on Jul 7, 2009 2:34:15 GMT
Those tricks don't work on me doll face!
*Duck and shields her face from the breaking glass, immediately hopping up and shaking off the debris*
You're not getting away this time!
*Drops Greysons hand and takes off after her*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jul 7, 2009 2:37:10 GMT
*Ducks as the glass begins to fly, covering his head, and a few pieces cut across his arms.*
*Hops up quickly in time to see Jane chasing after Jolie, and follows the women.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 15:43:53 GMT
*some time after the incident, Jolie returns to Honeydukes; she wanders through the shop, somewhat aimlessly, perusing the merchandise*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 15:50:23 GMT
*Lifts his head a a new arrival enters the sweet shop. He smiles to himself at the sight of the Death Eater. It wasn't so long ago they had an interesting exchange just outside these walls.*
*He slips through the crowd of shoppers, up to Jolie, and lightly taps her shoulder with the tip finger, beaming widely waiting for her to turn around.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 15:52:57 GMT
*jumps, slowly turns around, her eyes narrow when she sees that it's Greyson*
Oh, no. Not you.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 15:56:15 GMT
*Holding his smile, winking.*
Admit it you're thrilled to see me
*Lifts a finger, brushing aside a bit of her hair. Leans into her ear.*
I know I'm happy to see you.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 16:03:03 GMT
*scowls, pulling away, folds her arms and attempts to appear indifferent*
Hmm. I might have been, if it weren't for your assumptions.
*fights a smile; realizing, much to her annoyance, that she is happy to see him, but refuses to admit it*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 16:09:10 GMT
*He offers her a boyish grin, and a pair of beautiful wide eyes.*
Oh come now, let's move past that. There isn't any reason to hold a grudge, I was merely teasing you.
*Reaches out in her direction, it looks as though he's going to grab for her, but instead his reach is directed to a bin of licorice snaps directly behind her. This movement causes him to take a step closer to her, so close in fact he can smell the scent of her ivory skin.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 16:16:00 GMT
*eyes widen as his hand nears her, sighs in relief when he reaches for the licorice snaps instead; looks up into his lovely eyes, studying him*
You know... I'm a bit tired of holding a grudge, myself. I suppose we could... move on.
*smiles, still watching him appraisingly*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 16:19:17 GMT
*Pulls away, but only still inches from touching her, he smiles brightly, happy to hear she's ready to move past their little spat in Diagon Alley.*
Good, I was hopin' you would say that.
*Pops a licorice snap into his mouth, licking his lips as he does so.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 16:26:11 GMT
*shakes her head, still smiling, attempting not to think about their previous encounter*
So... well, how have you been?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 16:30:01 GMT
*A shadow falls across his handsome features, he hasn't been well, not well at all. He's recently been told of his girlfriend's death, and is amazingly sober for the first time since receiving the news.*
I've had better days, and you? You look amazing.
*Chews slowly on the snap, the shadow still hanging over his face, his eyes remain on her Veela features.*
Someone close to me has been found, dead.
*He says matter-of-factly, trying to keep his emotions at bay.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 16:36:47 GMT
*blushes*
Thank you. You're looking rather wonderful, yourself.
*instantly hates herself for saying it; listens intently, her eyes widening in horror*
That's terrible!
*places her hand on his shoulder- a gesture meant to comfort him, as he appears to need it- her expression filled with sympathy*
If- if I may... what happened to them? I mean, if you don't want to talk about it, I completely understand, I just...
*trails off*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 16:43:12 GMT
*Flashes her his prize winning smile, his eyes dark with sadness.*
Thank you.
*He shrugs, trying to appear as if he isn't too terribly bothered.*
No idea, I only received word that her body was found.
*His eyes look to her hand on his shoulder, and strangely he finds himself being comforted by the Death Eater. His own thoughts growing dark. With Willow gone from him what's left in this unforgiving world? Nothing but darkness, and he might as well totally immerse himself into it willingly rather than forcibly.*
And you? How have you been? Given anyone boils lately?
*He teases.*
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