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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 22, 2009 21:48:00 GMT
"Where do you want to go now?" *Roslyn nibbled on the pasty, a small smile still on her face* It was getting later by the minute. The sky had long turned dark, the stars glowing beautifully. Still Roslyn didn't care. She didn't have anything else to do, and having someone else aside from her thoughts for company, was soothing.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 22, 2009 21:54:35 GMT
*Shrugs, looking up into the sky as he noms on the fudge.*
I dunno.
*Gives her a look as if to say 'your-choice-this-time-mate' without talking with his mouth full.*
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 22, 2009 22:00:24 GMT
*Gives him a look as if to say ' Don't even try it! '. Then sighs in acceptance.* "Let's head to the meadow." It was always beautiful up there, especially at night. And the stars were awfully bright; Roslyn felt it would be the perfect spot to eat, and just relax. Then a thought came to her.
"We don't have to continue hanging out, if you're tired or something. I had fun today...you've been great company." *Smiling lightly, Roslyn nodded sincerly.* Though the thought of going back to an empty house, was a little depressing; she knew the time would come eventually.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 22, 2009 22:11:19 GMT
*Eyes light up at the mention of the Meadow, it's been a while since he's seen that place as well. Nodding, he swallows the rest of the fudge and smiles.*
I've actually never been up there when it's this late!
*He pauses, running her words through his mind as he wonders if that's Roslyn-speak for 'shuddup!-it-was-fun-but-now-I-want-to-leave.'*
Er...I mean, if you want to go ahead and go, that's fine too. It's been fun, and I understand you might want to get back home.
*Smiles softly, mumbling as he watches his feet shuffling on the ground.*
You've been really good company, too.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 22, 2009 22:20:52 GMT
*Taking a moment to observe Neville, Roslyn found herself slightly dazed* He was handome, especially under the moonlight. His pale skin glowing, faintly. "Well as long as we're both still up for it...I suppose there's no reason for the evening to come to an end, quite yet."
*Blushing lightly, Roslyn held out her hand; waiting for Neville to apparate them.*
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Dec 22, 2009 22:32:51 GMT
*Is now smiling like a First Year who just successfully cast their first spell. Or like a lovesick puppy. Bright as a lightbulb maybe?*
I- I'm up for it!
*Chuckles, taking her hand in his. He spends about one second memorizing the feel of her skin on his before turning sharply on his heel and Disapparating.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 1:07:37 GMT
*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.* ::Enters the shop just behind her, shrugging with indifference.:: Every few days or so. ::The way her voice caresses his name causes a small shiver to travel up his spine, and his eyes to lock onto her lips.:: Are you also a frequent visitor, Miss?
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 1:18:58 GMT
*Thinks to herself, looking into his eyes.*
No, but I could be.
*Shakes her head, chasing away those thoughts.*
No, I'm not.
*Is tempted to turn away from the wizard, but not because she doesn't like the attention. In fact, she grins as his eyes zero in, and she licks her lips. Mainly, it's that she's not used to being teased, and it seems like he's not even trying.*
I stop by when I can, though, after work.
*Shrugs, trying to get her mind off of the devilish looks of the wizard before her.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 1:30:44 GMT
::Blinks as she licks her lips then quickly lifts his eyes to meet hers. She makes no effort of trying to be sexy, she just is, it issues from every pore in her body. He grins again, pulling his attention away from her, and moves gracefully along the displays, peeking into a random bin here and there.::
After work, you say? And, what do you do for work, Miss...?
::Turns away from the display of Cockroach Clusters, looking to her from under a few loose strands of shining dark hair. He's a bit irritated she hasn't yet given her name, and doesn't like the thought of trying to have to pry it from her.::
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 1:43:06 GMT
*Is finally able to concentrate, now that he's walked away. She shakes her head again, and wanders over to one of the many colourful candy displays. She's glancing over the Bertie Bott's when he asks his question, and she turns back to look at him.*
Hm? Oh, call me Amberlin.
*Thinks.*
You're not going to bother with a last name, neither will I.
I work at the Ministry, Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
*Shrugs.*
Probably not the best thing I could be doing, but it's alright. You don't work, do you?
*Quirks one eyebrow. She doesn't think he looks like the type of wizard who's spend his time working for someone else.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 1:51:43 GMT
::Dips his head politely as she says her name, inwardly repeating it over in his mind. His expression gives no feelings away as she states that she works for the Ministry. The moment he learns of this, he makes a mental note not to get very close to this witch.::
Magical Law Enforcement...
::Repeats softly, turning back to a display of Licorice Snaps. Carefully he reaches a finger in, and begins to prod the black candies.::
No I don't have a job that requires me to set aside endless hours each day, earning a squib's salary for someone not worthy enough to associate with me in the first place.
::Watches her out of the corner of his eye, expecting some sort of reaction to the fact he doesn't have to work. Ever.::
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 1:57:53 GMT
*Narrows her eyes the second the words spill from his distracting lips. She straightens her posture and looks anywhere but at the wizard.*
You assume too much, Theodore. I thought you were higher than that, but apparently I was wrong.
*Doesn't feel like pointing out that she partially agrees with him, however.*
What exactly do you do-
*Turns back away from him, still talking over her shoulder as she scans the different candies.*
-during the day, then? Waltzing around Hogsmeade- even Diagon Alley- is slightly pathetic.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 2:16:09 GMT
::Turns his head her way, but continues to prod the Licorice Snaps, still grinning.::
I can't imagine that my opinion is far off, Amberlin. I've heard the grumblings of the working class.
::Casually he moves on from the bin of snapping licorice bits, meandering along in her wake, focusing his eyes on the way she's wearing her hair, and the of course the light shining a soft halo over her dark locks.::
::He isn't going to share what most of his days consist of with too much detail. There are few whom believe as he does, and she's a Ministry worker. He isn't daft enough to run off at the mouth about seeking a way to become so powerful everyone bows at his feet.::
Oh...Nothing much. I totter about here and there, searching for hidden little treasures. Things that don't interest the vast majority.
::Moves a bit closer to her, speaking just over her shoulder with his honey-like voice.::
And, after work...is there anything that interests you? Besides, the wonderful world of sweets, of course.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 2:35:16 GMT
*Narrows her eyes at the Chocolate Frogs before her, as if personally insulted. She mentally rants about the downsides of working daily, but also can't imagine what he must do during the time everyone else is out working.*
Things that don't interest the vast majority? What would that be, exactly?
*Jumps slightly at his voice, silently damning her obvious reaction. She softly replies.*
I haven't found much that interests me, actually. Besides, you won't find sweets lurking about in dark alleys...
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 2:43:10 GMT
::Snickers softly at her jump, moving around the other side of her, eyes locked onto the face.::
Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies.
::Shrugs, backing away from her.::
There are things a lot scarier than myself running about in the darkness. Just be thankful I'm not a vampire with a lust for well dressed witches.
::Smirks, rolling his eyes over her appreciatively one more time. He makes a note of the heeled boots she's wearing, admiring the way they compliment her legs.::
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