Hermione Granger
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Founder of S.P.E.W.
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Post by Hermione Granger on Sept 1, 2009 20:29:20 GMT
*Hermione was caught and she didn't even know it... Indeed, the draw of knowledge was very powerful when dealing with this young woman. And yet she was very well grounded in what she knew was right, so getting her to turn from that was nigh impossible as well. She listened and looked to Sylvan, looking somewhat confused, but then shakes her head a little.*
Oh no, I do not fear them at all.
*She followed her to the shop, and watched as she got ten of the little creatures. She nodded saddly. She knew the price of gaining knowledge at times, but she still felt a twinge of regret. Was she really going to help in the demise of these little creatures just so that she could learn? That didn't seem right to her, and yet she wanted to learn so baddly. So she finally nodded in agreement as Sylvan got the little creatures. Once Sylvan spoke again of doing a Side-along apparate, she nodded and would move to hold tight to Sylvan, preparing herself, soon being apparated away with Sylvan.*
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Hermione Granger
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Founder of S.P.E.W.
Posts: 123
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Post by Hermione Granger on Sept 2, 2009 2:52:27 GMT
*Apparated back in front of the Three Broomsticks, looking shaken and quite lost. What was she doing here... She shivered a bit and stumbled in before taking a seat at the bar. She would order a Butterbeer and sit there looking quite pale, and having no clue why she felt so fatigued and shaky. She sighed and took a few deep breaths trying hard to gather her thoughts and figure out the feelings that were coursing through her for seemingly no reason.*
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 16, 2009 20:33:20 GMT
*Walks into the pub and orders himself a butterbeer*
*Takes his drink and crosses to a booth*
*Sinks down onto the cushioned seat, sighing*
*Takes a sip of the beer*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 16, 2009 21:30:20 GMT
*Walks into the Three Broomsticks, surprised to see it rather crowded. Stands at the corner of the bar, leaning one elbow on its surface. Orders Firewhiskey and leaves a few coins for the bartender.*
*Looks around for a place to sit. Spots a young man alone at a booth. Grabs her glass and approaches him, an enticing half-smile displayed on her face. Runs a finger over the far edge of the table.*
Would you mind horribly if I joined you? It seems there aren't any other seats available.
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 16, 2009 21:33:12 GMT
*Glances up as he hears a voice, dragged out of his revery*
Oh, no, sure. Sit down...
*Shuffles over on the bench to make room for her*
Anthony
*Grins, holding out his hand to her*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 16, 2009 22:24:00 GMT
Thank you so much.
*Places glass on the table and slides into the booth*
Pleasure.
*Offers her dainty hand and shakes his politely, her smile never changing*
Pansy.
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 16, 2009 22:30:57 GMT
*Gulps, unable to stop his eyes running over her as she sits down*
*Forces a smile and shakes her hand, trying to be gentle so as not to crush it*
P...p...Pansy...
*Chuckles nervously*
That's a pretty name...
*Mentally slaps himself for sounding more than a little stupid*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 17, 2009 0:08:27 GMT
*Smiles and looks down, and purely for a charming effect she plays out her well-rehearsed bashful face... as Pansy was anything but shy.*
Oh, well.. thank you.
*Looks back up to meet his gaze. Crosses legs, turning in toward him a bit. Sips her Firewhiskey.*
So Anthony, how are you tonight?
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 17, 2009 0:25:42 GMT
Tired...
*Smiles, still a little intimidated by her presence*
I've been working all day. Thought I'd just pop down here for a butterbeer before turning in...
You?
*Gulps, glancing down at her crossed legs*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 17, 2009 2:54:07 GMT
*Senses a slight nervous tension. Smiles politely and softens her gaze. Listens, nodding in agreement.*
I'm feeling a bit run down as well, but I haven't really done much of anything today.
*Smirks to herself as she catches Anthony steal a glimpse of her legs. Subtly pulls the hem of her skirt up an inch or so once his eyes are set on hers again.*
*Cocks her head, her expression resembling that of a confused, ditzy blonde.*
Where do you work, if you don't mind my asking?
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 17, 2009 9:30:00 GMT
Hog...
*Coughs, trying to make his voice sound lower and more manly*
Hogwarts. I'm Hogwarts Healer...
*Licks his lips, desperately trying not to look at her legs again*
You?
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 17, 2009 17:17:18 GMT
*Raises eyebrows, looking surprised.*
Oh really? I graduated from there just three years ago.
*Of course, she uses the term "graduated" loosely, as she didn't necessarily complete her last year.*
Merlin, I miss that place. How is it? About the same?
*Twists a strand of hair around her finger. Laughs lightly*
I suppose you could call me a "Lady of Leisure." I never really intended on having an occupation.
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 18, 2009 14:01:31 GMT
*Grins, thinking of Hogwarts*
It's very different, with Headmaster Snape in charge, but I still love it there. And I'm very grateful to him for giving me a job.
*Gulps, trying not to show the way her laugh sent shivers through him*
Lady of Leisure... Well, that sounds... fun...
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 18, 2009 18:28:37 GMT
I'm sure. But I bet it's great. Snape was always my favourite professor-
*chuckles*
-though maybe that was just because I was a Slytherin.
*Nods, shrugging*
A life of free time. I'm not complaining.
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Post by Anthony Brown on Sept 18, 2009 19:27:36 GMT
*Grins and nods*
Yea, he's an alright guy. He gave me the job, so that's saying something.
*Tilts his head to one side*
Slytherin, huh? That's cool. I was in Hufflepuff.
*Smiles*
Sometimes I wish I had more free time.
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