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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 15, 2009 1:03:03 GMT
*Regains his composure as the witch speaks. Something about her he doesn't trust, and he gives Penelope a pointed look, laying a hand on hers.*
Yes, of course, and I'll see to it you get home safely.
*Stands from his stool waiting for Penny to join him.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 15, 2009 10:20:45 GMT
*Ken enters the bar, hooded and cloaked*
*He makes his way casually to the bar and asks*
Does anyone know anything about the Dark Mark that appeared here recently?
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 16, 2009 0:51:35 GMT
*Stands up and grasps hand, sliding slighter closer as she gets another look at the women.*
Thank you, I'd really appreciate it.
*Turns and see's the gentleman enter the bar and looks up at Greyson. Tugging him down to her level she asks in hushed tones*
Do we say anything to him? Or should we just leave it and go?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 16, 2009 0:58:18 GMT
*Slips a hand protectively around her waist, turning with her to leave.*
*His eyes widen at the sight of a cloaked figure asking for information about the attack when he is yanked down toward Penelope. He tilts his head to hers, listening. His eyes narrow at the two asking questions, and offering information before they slide back to Penelope, and he shakes his head slightly.*
I don't think so... they both seem a bit dodgy to me... let's go.
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Post by Penelope Clearwater on Aug 16, 2009 1:30:32 GMT
*Nods her head and grabs her cloak before heading towards the door and leaving the pub*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 16, 2009 16:23:14 GMT
*Ken lowers his hood, hoping that it would give him seem more approachable. His lack of progress in his investigations was becoming disheartening. Maybe people's fear and/ or lack of faith in the Ministry that should be protecting them was in his way*
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 4:43:54 GMT
*Daisy apparated just outside the Three Broomsticks with a crack, smiling warmly as she had managed to find herself right where she wanted to be. She wandered in, glancing around before making her way to the bar. After talking with Greyson, a good Butterbeer sounded wonderful... She glanced up as she saw the cloaked figure, offering him a small smile, but not yet speaking to him.*
*She looked to the bartender and smiled warmly.*
Hi there, a Butterbeer please.
*She flashed him another of those gentle smiles before taking a seat quietly at the bar to await her drink.*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Aug 17, 2009 11:22:36 GMT
*Ken was pleased that someone was finally seeming to give him the time of day. He smiled back politely, shrugged off his cloak and after throwing it onto a stool, he wandered towards the newly arrived girl*
Hello there.
Have you been in the area long?
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 16:03:51 GMT
*Daisy sat idly at the bar, humming softly to herself. Coincidentally it was the same tune she had been humming to Greyson merely moments before. She shivered a bit, thinking of the slip of parchment that was folded neatly in her pocket, and the words that were written on it. They had been detrimental to her brother and she merely hoped he was alright now. She awaited her Butterbeer quietly, her foot bouncing softly to her melodic humming, until Ken made his way over to her.*
*She looked up to meet his gaze, smiling warmly to him. That was Daisy for you... Quiet, but kind to everyone with simply a glance. But as she heard his words, she would give him more than a glance indeed.*
Well sir not right here, but I've been in Hogsmede for a few hours or so maybe... I'm not sure exactly how long.
*Her voice held a gentle ring to it, and it was soft as velvet, and yet it was still heard over the bustle of the room.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 17:49:00 GMT
*Walks hand in hand with Jolie to the Three Broomsticks, a light skip in his step. If he's to get over Willow's death, he can't think of a better way to do it.*
*They reaches the door to the pub after a short stroll, he reaches his free hand to the handle, pulls gently, and once again, he holds the door open for her.*
Beauty, first.
*Smiles charmingly.*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 17:53:00 GMT
*steps inside, beaming*
Thank you, Greyson. You are quite the gentleman.
*looks around at the pub's other inhabitants*
Now, to find a seat...
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 17:55:29 GMT
*Follows just behind her, still holding tightly to her hand. He wants to make sure every wizard in the joint notices that she is with him, at least for now.*
You find the seats, I'll buy the drinks.
*Reluctantly releases her hand to move toward the bar, calling back to her.*
What'cha drinkin'?
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Post by Daisy Ollivander on Aug 17, 2009 17:56:03 GMT
*Daisy smiled warmly as the tender brought her the Butterbeer and set it before her. She lifted it to take a sip appreciatively and licked her lips lightly before returning her gaze to Ken. She soon glanced up in surprise as she thought she heard her brother's voice, and yet no... Perhaps not. Her attention remained upon Ken, at least until she heard her brother's name spoken by a lady. She froze and looked back to the door again, spotting Jolie, though not recognizing her at all, and behind her through the door she spotted her brother. She smiled warmly to him, then looked to Jolie again. Obviously she was with him. That was fine... She shrugged it off and refocused upon her Butterbeer, not really paying much mind to them at all. She didn't even check to see if Greyson noticed her little smile. But with that beauty in front of him, it wasn't likely...*
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Aug 17, 2009 17:59:54 GMT
*walks in quickly, dodging the foggy, rainy weather outside*
*orders a butter beer and sits down next an attractive couple*
*lowers her hood and looks around at the other patrons, enjoying her first time out of the Manor since the beginning of her employment*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 17, 2009 18:00:55 GMT
*nods, smiling*
Will do. Hmm... a Firewhiskey, please?
*floats off to find a seat, succeeds in finding an empty table, sits, occasionally stealing a glance at Greyson and the witch that seemed to know him...*
*smiling, nods to the witch that sits down near her*
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