|
Post by Caius Reppert on Jan 12, 2010 17:55:58 GMT
::He smiled as she told him the appropriate time to pick her up for dinner. She had such a way about her, that he couldn't really explain. It was attractive and he couldn't wait for dinner that night.::
::looks around and notices all his friends have gone. Looks at his watch and realizes his lunch break is nearly over. Stands up, pays for his drinks, takes one more sip of his drink and walks out the door and apparates.::
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 3:52:24 GMT
*arrives insides, the warmth of the pub thawing her limbs and brightening her spirits*
I haven't been here for so long.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 3:57:47 GMT
*Smiles in the warmth of the pub, automatically reaching up to smooth her hair down, in case it's been ruffled by the chill.*
Neither have I.
*Walks right past Holly, fully expecting her to follow, as she heads up to the bar.*
One Firewhiskey, please.
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 4:06:02 GMT
*jogs behind Amberlin up the bar, adding her order and taking a stool, noticing Amberlin actually has some wonderful hair from momentary view from behind*
Gillywater please, with one of those celery stalks. Thanks.
*likes the feeling of spending this small part of her day with Amberlin. At certain times, it felt like long ago, was it third/fourth year or so?, when she was the new girl following around the more popular Slytherin girls. It was nice, not to have to make all the decisions all the time*
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 4:22:42 GMT
*Actually doesn't mind Holly following her around- alright, maybe she invited her, but that's not the point. The witch doesn't constantly bother her about the oddest things, and isn't afraid to comment back at times.*
How long did you date the bloke, then?
*Pulls out a stool, taking her time to sit down. It's not that she really cares about the witch's relationships, but she can't deny the little part of her that wants to know everything there is to know.*
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 4:33:45 GMT
*starts off slowly, wondering at the same time she gathering her thoughts if she should have asked for two stalks of celery, as she was starting to get a bit hungry*
Since the spring of my seventh year. I've been out for--nearly two years now. He had *motions with her hand above her own* ridiculously adorable hair. But I'll say it now, we had some personality differences, blame it on the difference of Houses, but it was good when it worked.
*decides to just get some real food later*
Do you have anyone? A better half as they say, though I think that's a stupid saying.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 4:42:28 GMT
*Eyes widen at the time the two must've been together, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of having only one wizard during the entire time.*
Me?
*Scoffs, shaking her head.*
It's me, myself and I. My better half is myself, I don't need a wizard to tell me what I'm supposed to be doing.
*Nods with a small grin.*
Yes, I think that's a stupid saying. Why so long- and you mean you haven't been together for two years now?
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 5:01:53 GMT
*receives her drink, running the salt from around the glass rim with her finger*
Mmhmm, totally agree with that comment, at least now at least.
*takes out the celery, laying it down on the napkin*
Oh no, we had been pretty steady for two years, with like three or four big fallouts. Honestly, oh merlin here I go again, honestly I think I was so dejected after having been rejected by this one guy from school that I stayed with Aaron so long because I didn't have the courage to test the waters and try other things.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 5:07:00 GMT
*Blinks, taking a few seconds to look the witch next to her up and down. Of course, no one could look as good as she did, but Holly wasn't bad at all.*
Why, for the love of Merlin, did you duck behind the git? If it were me, I would've left after the first big fallout. Of course, they usually leave in the morning, but...
*Smirks for a second, before covering it again with a neutral expression. She takes a drink of her Firewhiskey right after it's set on the bar before her.*
But, I still don't understand. Why are you so afraid of getting your scarf back?
*Shakes her head, only able to imagine what terrors the poor scarf must be going through at a dead man's place.*
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 5:40:13 GMT
*grins*
Ah, well, like I said I was a bit throw back from being rejected and you just don't care or think any better sometimes when that happened. In terms of why I returned, let me tell you again he wasn't completely merit-less and the sex---*stops wide-eyed and starts again*. I'm just saying he had his worths.
*takes a drink, sticking the celery back in and using it as a stirrer*
I left because he was holding me back. It's not just my scarf up in that room, it's my old self. Old habits die hard, don't they say? I told you, if I see all those things in that flat that remind me of just the good times, I'm going to be tempted to stay.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 5:49:32 GMT
*Can't believe a witch like Holly has been wasting her life pining after some wizard who's probably dead by now. She takes another sip of the Firewhiskey, and also can't believe she's suggesting this.*
I'll go.
*Blinks.*
I'll get your bloody scarf, and while I'm in there, I'll check to see if loverboy is still breathing.
*Won't admit that Holly has a point though, because she isn't like that.*
It all works out in the end.
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 13, 2010 6:02:06 GMT
*freezes, looking ridiculous with half the stalk of celery in one hand gripped like a wand*
Holy hippogriff, you would? You would get it for me? You are....you are fantastic.
*glees*
Fantastic, I'm serious. If you ever leave a article of clothing in an ex-lover's house owl me, I swear, I will pay back the favor.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 13, 2010 12:41:43 GMT
*Mentally slams her head on the bar top, wondering what they spiked her Firewhiskey with, because she can't believe she just offered to go into that house. Takes another drink anyways, only just keeping herself from coughing as the liquid burns her throat.*
Yeah, I will.
*Grins.*
However, seeing as how I never have a boyfriend long enough to leave clothes at his house, you might have to pay me back in a different way.
|
|
|
Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 14, 2010 0:20:55 GMT
Right, sure thing though. Really, just ask.
*finishes her drink, the combination of the drink and the circumstances making her all bubbly inside*
When you go up, it's up the stairs, down the hall to the left and last door on the right. I guess you can say whatever you want, I'm going to leave that to you. For the record, it's my Christmas scarf, well from last Christmas. It's hand-made by children in some muggle country, but isn't that adorable, little children making scarves and pashminas and the such, with their little hands and no magic.
|
|
|
Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 14, 2010 0:31:19 GMT
*Blinks at the sudden rush of information, making a mental map of the wizard's house as Holly gives directions. Thinks.*
Oh well, even if I forget, it shouldn't be that hard. Merlin, it's a scarf!
*Glances at Holly, a tad increduously.*
You honestly think he's going to be there? Or even if he is, that he's going to talk?
*Narrows eyes as an odd thought crosses her mind.*
There's no secret little wards I should look out for, right? I'm not going to get myself hexed for a scarf made by Muggles if I can avoid it.
|
|