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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 29, 2007 16:58:54 GMT
*smirks*
Just right I'd say.
*wastes no time and placing her hands on his cheeks she kisses him hungrily, pressing her body hard against his*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 29, 2007 17:00:44 GMT
*gets up to no good*
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Post by Madam Rosmerta on Jan 29, 2007 17:02:58 GMT
Turns round and notices Draco and the girl had gone. Hmm. I didn't see them go. Funny. Must take more notice next time. She headed to the window and looked out, seeing if she could see them, waving goodbye to some leaving customers without looking.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 29, 2007 17:10:44 GMT
*emerges from the room, smoothing down her hair and adjusting her skirt*
*returns to the table, a naughty grin painted across her flushed face*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 29, 2007 17:23:07 GMT
*saunters in behind her, staring at the back of her legs*
Still after that wine or shall we go?
*sits down and looks out the window*
It's dark already. Good. I like it dark. Easier to hide.
*smirks*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Jan 29, 2007 17:32:51 GMT
*grins and leans over, brushing her lips over his neck then kissing it softly, taking in his scent*
Hmm?
*pulls away and looks out the window*
Oh! Yeah, let's go before it gets too late.
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Jan 29, 2007 17:36:01 GMT
*gets up and strolls towards the door*
Bye, Ms Rosmerta!
*smirks, takes Silvery's hand and exits*
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Post by Madam Rosmerta on Jan 29, 2007 17:41:06 GMT
She moved her gaze from the window and does a double take. Bah! Caught out daydreaming again!
She rolled her eyes, pushed up her sleeves and goes to the back to do some washing up.
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Post by Artemis Smithson on Mar 21, 2007 21:48:10 GMT
*walks into Three Broomsticks, and sits up at a bar stool*
One FireWhiskey please
*getting handed the mug, she smiles faintly, before walking back to an empty table in an abandoned corner*
*A flash of heat crawled up her arm, looking down at the scars she cursed under her breath about her bad luck*
I thought I'd escaped you.
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Post by Harry Potter on Mar 21, 2007 22:34:53 GMT
*pushes through the door and peers around the crowded pub*
*shuffles his hands through his hair, trying to cover up the scar on his forehead and adjusts his glasses*
*pulls up on a barstool*
Erm, yeah, I'll take a butterbeer, please.
*throws a gold coin on the bar and pops the lid off the bottle*
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Post by Artemis Smithson on Mar 21, 2007 22:59:02 GMT
*shoving the pain away, she guzzles down the mug, hoping to drain away the burn and memories*
*finding the mug empty, she stands up and walks back over to the bar*
*Sitting down on a stool, she places a hand on the counter top to get the bar tendors attention*
Hey, another Firewhiskey over here please?
*getting handed another full mug, she sees someone sitting a few stools down from herself*
*ignoring the familiar boy, she guzzles down half the firewhiskey, feeling the pain slightly numbing, she can either thank the whiskey, or thank the heavens that he was giving up his search...for now*
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 21, 2007 23:03:15 GMT
*Walks in and heads for the bar*
A blood wine, if you please, Rosmerta.
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Post by Dante Fuilteach on Mar 21, 2007 23:10:08 GMT
*Follows a drunken punter out the door and takes him by surprise outside*
*Has his fill and runs pele-mele back to his bike*
*Hops on and flies back home*
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Post by Harry Potter on Mar 22, 2007 0:42:37 GMT
*glowers at this drink, eyes searching through the crowd*
*frowns, feeling that someone is pointedly ignoring him and spots the source, a Slytherin girl sitting a few stools away*
*lifts the bottle to his mouth, wishing he would have ordered something stronger and shakes his head*
*turns to look at her*
Aren't you supposed to be at school? And a bit under aged to be in here?
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Post by Artemis Smithson on Mar 22, 2007 0:53:46 GMT
*turns towards the voice, noticing who it was her eyes narrowed*
*looking back at the bar tender*
Another whiskey please. Sharp.
*finishing off the second whiskey, starts on a third*
*then looks at Potter*
You don't know anything. So mind your own business.
*stuffing her horribly cut up and bruised arm down at her side, out of his view*
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