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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 8, 2009 3:04:13 GMT
I'd love you to call me Penelope, and its a pleasure to meet you too Greyson.
*Feels rather dwarfed by his size but smiles up at him all the same.*
Would you like a drink?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 11:26:54 GMT
*Raises his glass showing her that he already is drinking something.*
Got it.
*Takes a quick sip.*
Work or live around here?
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 8, 2009 11:35:24 GMT
Neither actually, I live in the Leaky in a room upstairs, and currently jobless. But I had to pop into hogsmeade to drop some books of down the road. What about yourself?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 8, 2009 20:58:54 GMT
*Smiles proudly.*
I am a wand maker, and I currently own my uncle's old shop, Ollivander's. I came here to take a break from cleaning, and get out of London for a bit.
*Leans on an elbow.*
What do you do for fun?
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 8, 2009 23:53:33 GMT
Oh, wow! Impressive! I've never met a wand maker except your uncle before, and he wasn't half as good looking.
*Jokes. Looks thoughtful and tries to think of hobbies she enjoys*
Um, heck, that's not an easy one, would you believe? I suppose I like to read, do a bit of sewing, Visit friends, and do a bit of pub stalking. What about yourself?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 9, 2009 0:40:21 GMT
*A corner of his lips turns up into a cute boyish smile.*
That really means something coming from a fit lil' witch like you.
*Nods listening to her list of hobbies.*
Me? Let's see.. I like to study wand lore, obviously, I also enjoy spending time outdoors - you know camping, fishing.. things as such, and spending time with family and friends.
*Sips his gillywater.*
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 11, 2009 10:55:08 GMT
Camping? Like in a tent?
*Laughs, and screws up her nose*
I like my showers thank you very much! Wait, is you tent a muggle one? Or magical?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 11, 2009 19:54:32 GMT
*Nods, chuckling at her.*
Yes as in a tent, I don't enjoy sleeping outdoors too often.
*Shakes his head, screwing up his face as well.*
I've slept in a muggle tent once, and let's just say I learned my lesson. Those things are bloody uncomfortable, and smelly too. Magical tents are the only way to camp.
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 13, 2009 6:53:25 GMT
*Shighs with relief then laughs*
Oh, muggle tents are horrid arn't they?! So where do you go camping? The way your talking your starting to convince me that I should tag along with my collie one day.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 13, 2009 19:11:34 GMT
*Shrugs.*
I camp where ever my feet, or broom takes me.
*Smiles widly at the thought of her camping with him.*
The more the merrier, but you'd have to not mind fishing, and what not.
*Eyes her carefully to gauge her reaction.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 13, 2009 22:24:21 GMT
*The doors open and Sylvan quickly steps within the Three Broomsticks. Pushing the hood from her face with a long sigh.*
Butterbeer, please.
*the proper knuts placed to purchase the drink and looks around to the gathered. She offers a glance and a smile to a patron sitting beside her.*
Troubling times, yes?
A Mark in the sky and I heard there was was an attack just today!
*Sighing and shaking her head before smiling and accepting the drink*
Troubling times indeed.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 13, 2009 23:20:30 GMT
*Overhears a woman close by mention something about an attack, and he spins around in his stool, shock written all over his face.*
An attack!? Where?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 14, 2009 0:23:36 GMT
*Sylvan fights the smile that threatens her innocent look as she turns to Greyson.*
Not but a few blocks from here, I think.
They say...
*She leans forward and speaks loud enough that anyone leaning in could hear, but quiet enough to imply the secret.*
...An Auror fell to a Cruciatus Curse by a cloaked figure...
*Shaking her head a bit and taking another drink*
A worrisome thought if those dark bastards are growing so bold.
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 14, 2009 23:48:44 GMT
Oh god, not another one! I'll need to go in a moment, and see whats happened.
*Says to Greyson with a worried looking xpression on her face. Turns to face the new comer and asks*
Was it fatal?
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 15, 2009 0:12:38 GMT
Mmm...I'm not sure.
*Sylvan states to Penelope. Looking away with her index finger tapping at her jaw slowly.*
I don't think the attack was fatal. There weren't many details given. I would think if a trained Auror fell to a Cruciatus Curse that we would have at least heard some serious commotion. Though, it is only something I overheard...
I suppose I shouldn't spread gossip, it's just frightening to think of.
*She only needed the whisper of the rumor, since it laid the ground work for her plan. Bait.*
*Sylvan rises as she finishes her drink and moves for the door*
*The trap baited and now to see if anything bites.*
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