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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Aug 19, 2009 4:30:29 GMT
*gets up and stands next to the exit, her cloak in hand*
*nervously watches the confrontation at the other side of the room involving her new friends*
*waits just long enough to mutter to Jolie*
Let me know if you ever need.... er... help skulking around the Three Broomsticks again. You can owl me at Malfoy Manor. Address it to Aurelie Benoit.
*looks around nervously for a few more seconds and then returns her gaze to Jolie, concerned*
Everything is okay.... isn't it?
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 19, 2009 4:51:59 GMT
*smiles warmly*
Thank you, Aurelie. I'll be sure to let you know, should trouble arise again.
*surveys Greyson's expression before answering*
I... think so. I certainly hope so, at least...
*takes a step toward the exit and Aurelie, squeezes Greyson's hand*
Ready?
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Post by Aurélie Benoit on Aug 19, 2009 14:50:46 GMT
*nods*
Well, you two take care. I'll see you around.
*disapparetes back to the Manor*
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 19, 2009 18:07:22 GMT
*smiles and waves*
You take care, as well. Lovely to meet you!
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Aug 19, 2009 22:12:35 GMT
*Nods to Jolie with a weak smile, he regrets his behavior toward Roger. He pulls open the door, holding it for her.*
After you, sweets.
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Post by Jolie Fier on Aug 20, 2009 2:11:50 GMT
*smiles and walks out*
Thank you, mon amour.*
{*=my love}
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Post by Hermione Granger on Aug 21, 2009 23:53:35 GMT
*Sighs and walks into The Three Broomsticks, growling slightly to herself, and wincing a little as she moved her jaw a bit and flexed her shoulder, rolling it around just a bit. That had hurt and not gone quite as she had planned. But at least no magic was involved to make it worse. How long could this go on... She sighed and moved to the bar to order a Butterbeer and seat herself as she waited for it, glancing around to see who else was around today.*
*Once she received the Butterbeer, she would make her way to the back of the pub, seating herself at one of the many tables and sipping at her drink, slipping down into thought, becoming somewhat oblivious of those around her. For once she didn't have a book with her... Amazing!*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 24, 2009 1:38:08 GMT
*The door opens up and in walks Sylvan. She needed to step into neutral territory and perhaps enjoy a drink or two. It had been quite the interesting week for the Greek Witch.*
*Pausing at the bar to order a cider and taking it to an unoccupied table with as few people to her back as possible. Shifting the skirts around her before sitting down. Fiddling at the sleeve that comes up to nearly her fingers and is snug along her arm almost idly.*
*Blue eyes don't stray around much as she sips the cider and fall into her own thoughts. A Death Eater that hasn't been formed through taking a Mentor. She wondered how many there were aside, now, from her.*
*A sigh escapes her lips as she leans back and finally looks around. She spots Hermione and chuckles, her accented voice light as she leans towards the girl.*
It seems I am not the only one lost in thought tonight?
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Post by Hermione Granger on Aug 24, 2009 7:55:54 GMT
*Hermione would simply gaze off, definately seeming to be in her own world. She had a lot to sift through lately... All that was going on... Was Harry truly back on their side? Of course outwardly she had no doubt... And yet deep inside... Did someone who chose to embrace the dark side ever truly come back to the side of light? Those thoughts plagued her almost constantly now after all that had happened... And yet she wanted so desperately to believe that they indeed could.*
*She took another sip of her Butterbeer, setting it back down and allowing her fingers to play lightly along the handle, before hearing someone rustle and take a seat not far from her. And yet even though she knew there was someone there, she would jump as she heard a voice so close to her, spinning around a bit to face her. But as soon as she saw that no harm was about to befall her at this moment, she relaxed a little and gave a bit of a smile.*
Ah yes... Saddly there is always much to think about and not enough time to get everything thought out.
*She grinned a bit and nodded some as she sipped her drink again.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 24, 2009 8:09:37 GMT
*Sylvan actually laughs softly at the girl's words and nods her head.*
Wiser words were never spoken, my dear.
*Ah, but it was Sylvan's lament, at the time. She had a cunning plan, but the Dark Lord made fast demands of his followers. Insisting on instant results rather than something that could truly and properly flower and bloom. Pity.*
Forgive my horrid manners, my name is Sylvan Thails. Recently come to England from Greece. Quite interesting, so far. No small amount of dramatics to be found where anyone should chose to turn, really.
*Smiling softly as Sylvan wears the courtly mask very well. Conversation a deadly weapon if one knew well how to wield it.*
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Post by Hermione Granger on Aug 24, 2009 8:19:36 GMT
*Hermione would grin, quite liking the sound of the other woman's laughter. She would dip her head lightly with a light smile, watching her quietly.*
Why thank you.
*She said with a light smile. Though Hermione definately seemed a bit distracted... Every day the Dark Lord and his influence grew, and what was the good side doing really... She tried to mentally shrug it off for the time being. It would be good to have some nice casual conversation.*
*She laughs just slightly at Sylvan's words and shook her head a little, but would listen intently to her introduction.*
Not at all! I didn't introduce myself either... I'm Hermione Granger. And I actually grew up around here, so I guess it's no real big surprise to me... One gets used to it I suppose.
*She would take another sip of her Butterbeer, smiling a bit as she let it warm her to the tips of her fingers and toes.*
It's a pleasure to meet you Sylvan.
*Hermione was a careful one with what she spoke... Sometimes perhaps not careful enough... But she was decently careful.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 24, 2009 8:26:08 GMT
Ah, but you must be sorely distracted. I've not heard such carefully vague words since I left the courts of Greece.
*Smiling a bit impishly with an almost playful light dancing in those cool blue eyes of hers.*
I must insist you join my table if we're to enjoy carefully vague conversation with one another.
*Gesturing to the seat beside her as she takes a slow drink of her own cider.*
I must confess a curiosity to what has you so distracted. You're young enough that I should assume you tend the school here? I find myself quite enthralled with thoughts of classes taught here. My own classes were incredibly strict, allowing only the sharpest of minds to continue and punishing those found wanting.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Aug 24, 2009 8:40:19 GMT
*Hermione couldn't help but laugh again in that light manner, but definately quite out loud as she watched the witch nearby. She shook her head slightly in amusement before speaking again.*
Oh yes... I suppose I am quite distracted... Far too many thoughts are trying to force their way through my mind at once. It really doesn't work all too well.
*She laughed lightly, returning Sylvan's impish grin, her eyes sparking just a bit in a near playful manner as well, and yet Hermione's eyes remained somewhat guarded. She grinned and gathered her mug and would move over to Sylvan's table at her invitation, setting down her drink before settling herself in the chair opposite the woman, facing her fully now. She laughed in response to the words of her invitation, and then shook her head slightly.*
Well... One must be careful with their words these days... You never know just who you can truly... Trust...
*She bit her lip only slightly as she said these last words, her thoughts flying immediately to Harry... And yet she would soon shake her head slightly, sending those bushy brown locks to float around her face before settling again. She soon heard Sylvan continue, and she dipped her head a little, still giving a bit of a smile to her.*
Ahh my distractions come in far too many forms to discuss in one sitting.
*Definately an evasion, but she would go on again, laughing a little to herself.*
And do I really look that young? Nah... I actually just graduated Hogwarts just a few years ago in fact. I assure you, at Hogwarts we have nothing so... Strict as that. Students are not punished if they don't have the sharpest of mind... They find other niches within the school. If they went by quickness of mind, I daresay that a few of the Slytherins I knew wouldn't have made it...
*She grinned a bit and shook her head slightly, giving a light laugh. Indeed normally it wasn't really like Hermione to insult anyone... What was with her that made her feel fine doing so now at this point... Well it wasn't that bad an insult really... And she wasn't pointing at any certain person... But it wasn't nice in any case.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Aug 24, 2009 8:59:19 GMT
*Sylvan found herself curious of this Hermione, listening to her speak and the content of the woman's conversation came easily to Sylvan. Most of the time Sylvan found herself forcing interest. Taking another drink of the cider as she nods.*
Ah yes, trust here in this day and age seems to be something to guard. I've heard some very distressing stories of late. About a Dark Lord and masked followers casting great skulls in the sky...or something like that. It rather sounds all like some dark sort of fairytale, really.
I'm not sure what is worth believing and what isn't. Truth be told it's probably just some bent old man wand-waving rumors and illusions in the last years of his life to try to make something of an immortal of himself. The truth is always far more boring than the fantasy.
*She nearly snickers at Hermione's description of the Serpent House, a hand over her mouth to hide the crude laughter.*
Truthfully? Ah, but I sometimes wish my school had been a bit more entertaining. I've heard some of what Hogwarts is like, even enjoyed something of a short tour from the current Headmaster in return for a potion that isn't known here in England.
Quite an arrogant fellow, this Severus Snape. Ah, but so fast with his stride! I nearly feinted away trying to keep up with him! I hope you never have to suffer the clasp of a corset. Though, they do wonderful things for a ladies' figure, if I may be so bold to speak of such things openly.
*Sylvan was light in humor and the lies of the Dark Lord came so naturally that it was hard for Sylvan to even believe she was herself a Death Eater. The mark hidden beneath the snug sleeves of her dress.*
Ah, but men have it easy with their wardrobe. They've no idea the suffering we have to endure simply to be presentable.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Aug 24, 2009 9:25:11 GMT
*Hermione also found herself quite amused and intrigued by the woman before her. She would drink again from her cup, before listening intently to the other words she gave. She heard her speak of the Dark Lord and all going on just being a myth and a fairy tale, and she would shake her head slightly.*
Oh indeed not... It is all quite true indeed... In my time at Hogwarts I actually helped my best friend fight against him.
*She nodded slightly, and winced, shaking her head some.*
But that sounds silly I'm sure...
*She indeed felt as if she was giving too much away and as of yet wasn't certain she could trust this one in the least. But she seemed nice enough...*
*Soon enough as she started speaking of Snape, Hermione's nose wrinkled slightly. She held very much a distaste for Snape, and when she heard he had taken Headmaster role... Well she felt sorry for all the non Slytherin students there. She nodded slightly in response, before grinning a bit as the topic turned to clothing, especially the restrictive clothing that women were forced to wear.*
I agree with you completely... To be honest, however, I don't chose to wear them often. I don't have much for a figure...
*She laughed just a little, looking slightly sheepish at her own words, and indeed they were not true. Hermione had been growing to be quite the nice looking woman.*
But yes... I agree that men have it easy. They don't have to wear anything, nearly as restrictive as we do if we care for fashion.
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