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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 2:54:10 GMT
*Quirks one eyebrow at the wizard, wondering what the bloody hell he thinks he's playing at, or with.*
Even if I don't ask you questions, you'll end up lying anyway.
*Turns slowly, cheekily commenting.*
No, Theodore. You may not be a vampire, but it seems that everything else is true.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 3:08:16 GMT
::Stops walking, and snorts inwardly at her comment. She really thinks she's something, doesn't she?::
I prefer to keep things on a 'need to know' basis, thanks.
::Turns away sharply, and slides smoothly up to the counter. In a patronizing tone he explains to the sales witch that he's here to pick up his order of chocolate. As the witch scurries into the back room to fetch his order, he turns back to Amberlin, leaning flippantly against the counter.::
::Offhandedly::
Perhaps...
::Blinks, and turns back to face the returning sales witch, dipping a hand into the pocket of his cloak to retrieve the correct amount of money to pay for his purchase.::
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jan 12, 2010 3:16:11 GMT
*Wanders quietly into Honeydukes, smiling slightly. She had a major craving for something sweet, and this seemed just the place to go, and thus she would walk inside. She wandered over to peruse the shelves, trying to figure out what she was in the mood for. She glanced up, seeing the few wizards and witches that had gathered and smiled warmly to any who met her gaze. She glanced to a certain wizard and witch who seemed to be having an engaging conversation, but would wander past them for now.*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 3:19:25 GMT
*Watches as Theodore walks over to the counter, and for a moment she's illogically jealous of the saleswitch. She ducks into one of the aisles, using the time while he's paying to get herself back on track. Usually, she's not the one who's pushed to her limits by a wizard, because it's supposed to be the other way around.*
At least he admitted to liking the way I look.
*Thinks smugly, quirking one eyebrow at the witch who walks on by them.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 3:26:31 GMT
::Gives the sales witch some sort of thanks, and plucks his package off of the counter, tucking it safely within his cloak. Now without a reason to stay he turns away from the counter, and catches sight of a bushy mane of hair.::
::Freezes in place, eying the familiar hair of Hermione Granger with disgust as she passes much too closely for Theodore's comfort. His nose crinkles as if he's smelled something rotten, and he sidles away, moving toward the door.::
::The moment he reaches the door he remembers the pretty witch he was talking with moments ago, and moves around to see if she's still nearby.::
::Dark eyes fall onto her fair face, and he grins crookedly again. He signals with a light wave of his hand, jerking his head toward the door, wanting her to join him outside.::
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Post by Hermione Granger on Jan 12, 2010 3:28:34 GMT
*Had noticed Theodore, and yet was sure not to give him so much as a second glance, much less any words. She smiled to the Sales Witch behind him, practically looking straight through him, not paying him a bit of mind before moving on through the store to peruse the shelves of candy, wondering at what she wanted. She would also glance to the witch Theodore made eyes at and rolled her own before focusing once more on the candy.*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 3:31:35 GMT
*Makes a gagging gesture as Grangers passes, and turns to look for the wizard who followed her inside the store. She sees him, as he motions for her to follow now. Will she? Bloody hell, she will, he's too distracting. Making her way to the door, she inwardly rolls her eyes at the feeling of being pulled by a leash.*
Which dark alley are you off to now, Theodore?
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 3:38:22 GMT
::Dark eyes twinkle as she nears him. He had the feeling she just might follow him with a little nudge in the right direction. Pleased that she had, he pushes open the door for her.::
::Chuckles.::
As a matter of fact I'm off for a refreshment of some sort. I was thinking The Broomsticks, but, perhaps not tonight. No. I think I would prefer the comforts of home.
::Steps out into the cold night air, watching her intently.::
You're more than welcome to join.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 3:48:50 GMT
*Interest perks at his suggestion, and her mind flies away, thinking of what might happen. She takes a few moments before replying, choosing between leaving now and seeing him later, or staying with him now.*
You know, that actually sounds like a brilliant idea.
*Expression grows wicked, wondering if he's thinking along the same lines.*
Only if you're sure I wouldn't be a bother, of course.
*Glances up at the wizard innocently, as if she actually thinks she's ever a bother to anyone.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 3:54:12 GMT
::Grins widely, shaking his head. Of course she accepted his offer, any witch to pass this up is a complete dunderhead.::
No, not at all. It would be a pleasure to have your company tonight.
::Takes a lithe step toward her, closing the gap between them to mere inches. Flashes a charming smile, and winks, thinking this is all too easy, as usual.::
I'll lead the way, if you don't mind.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 12, 2010 21:14:10 GMT
*Thinks that this wizard is probably just like all the others- devilishly handsome with a one track mindset. She blinks, suddenly reminded of the feelings he gave her as they walked into the store, and wonders if she really wants to stay with someone who has that sort of affect on her. A small part of her scoffs, thinking her company is always a pleasure to those fortunate enough to have it. Looking up, she notices that he's moved closer, smiling.*
Well, seeing as how I have no idea where we're going, obviously you'll be leading the way.
*Is a bit snappier than before, still arguing whether or not this is a good idea. Eventually, the more wicked part of her wins, because really, what's the harm in having a bit of fun with a stranger if he looks like this?*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Jan 12, 2010 21:23:31 GMT
::Grins confidently, he knew she would say yes to him. It is a rare sight to see Theodore Nott turned down by a witch, even a witch as beautiful as Amberlin.::
Just wanted to give you the opportunity to back out if you wished.
::Snakes an arm around her waist, holding her tightly.::
::Lowers his voice, and tilts his head down to meet her at eye level.::
Too late now.
::Winks, turning sharply on his heel, disapparating them both to his family's manor in Hampshire.::
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 3:46:45 GMT
*Feeling as though he's won a million galleons, the Quidditch World Cup, Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, and been given a Order of Merlin First Class, Greyson Apparates outside of everyone's favourite sweet shop, Honeydukes.*
*He takes a quick look around, doesn't spot Katie, and yells into the cold air.*
HA! I BLOODY FREAKING WON FOR ONCE!! DAMN RIGHT!!
*Finally he's won one of the many little running contests he has with his girlfriend, Katie Bell. Today he's the happiest wizard on the planet, and quite possibly the entire galaxy. He's alive, Katie came back to him, and he's about to get his sweet tooth on. Who could be happier than him?*
*Smirking smugly, he looks up to the shop, and back out to the snow covered lane where witches and wizards mull about giving him strange looks.*
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Post by Katie Bell on Feb 12, 2010 3:58:25 GMT
*Apparates a few feet away from the wizard, with a mock scowl twisting her expression. Wearing her heavier robes, old Gryffindor scarf and warm gloves, Katie crosses her arms. However mad she may appear though, it's obvious she's trying really hard not to laugh.*
HUSH AND GET INSIDE! HONESTLY!
*Pokes her tongue out childishly and rushes for the door, not caring one bit that others are now starting both of them like they're complete nutters. They might as well be, with how happy they've been these past few days, but it's all due to the fact that now they're back together.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Feb 12, 2010 13:08:37 GMT
* and as Katie Apparates next to him and yells just as loudly as he did, drawing all sorts of new onlookers to them. He claps his mitten hands together hard, and nods at a few that are staring at him and Katie.* Fine day, innit? Yessir, a fine day indeed. *Beams one last time at the passersby before turning about quickly and ducking into Honeydukes just behind Katie. The sweet warm air from within hits him like a brick, but is most welcome.* *Inhales deeply, eyes twinkling like a little boy.* Mmm...smell all the sugary heaven.
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