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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 16, 2010 19:53:41 GMT
*Makes a face as if she's eaten something bitter.*
Point. The little twits from Hogwarts will be down here occasionally, won't they? However, Diagon's getting crowded and I'll pay the price to get out of there already.
*Goes to take another drink of her Firewhiskey, but lifts the mug to her lips only to find out that it's empty. Sighing, she narrows her eyes at the mug as if it just personally insulted her. She sets it back down and raps her knuckles on the bar top, now ordering a different drink instead of another Firewhiskey.*
One gillywater, nothing extra.
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 17, 2010 21:30:50 GMT
*takes advantage of the barkeep being near to order again as well*
Another of the same, thanks, but can I have two stalks this time? Ok, thanks again.
*turns back to Amberlin once more*
Can I ask some advice in return? What do--how would you say I could work on presenting myself better? I often come across as younger that I want, or need. I don't want to guess your age but it looks like you now what you are doing.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 18, 2010 16:14:05 GMT
*Sighs, glaring at the barkeep who seems to be taking a while to get her drink. She looks back to Holly after hearing her question, and inwardly rolls her eyes. There's a few things she could say, and they're definately not nice things- but then again, Amberlin isn't a nice witch. She gives Holly a look as if asking, "Do you really want me to answer that?"*
Well...
*Scans her eyes over the witch, taking in the robes she's wearing and all.*
How old are you?
*Pauses, wondering if she'd be able to lure Holly into shopping with her sometime in Diagon. She does need a new set of robes anyways, and they could also work on Holly's while they're there.*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 19, 2010 2:28:08 GMT
I'm nineteen.
*speaks carefully in case she says something wrong--Amberlin was giving her that almost dangerous look*
Almost twenty, that is.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 19, 2010 11:35:02 GMT
*Devastated and heartbroken, Greyson left the flat with everything he needs to survive, and found himself in Hogsmeade Forest. He had given a second to think about where he should set up camp, and the Forest of Dean is the last place on earth he wishes to go, besides of course the old flat, so he chose the forest in Hogsmeade.*
*Spent a bit of time and energy setting up his camp site manually, and upon finishing, the need for something strong to drink fills him. Without Katie he doesn't care what happens to him, and he moodily disapparates from the forest into Hogsmeade itself, just outside of The Broomsticks.*
*The moment he appears outside of the pub, he looks upward to the sign, and shivers. He hasn't been here since - well since Jolie.*
*That thought burns slowly in his chest. The beautiful Veela Death Eater that took his only reason for breathing away from him. Hopefully that b!tch is here, and he can set things straight.*
*Heart beating wildly with the hopes he'll run into Jolie here, he yanks open the door, and storms up to the bar, demanding the entire bottle of single malt whiskey.*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 19, 2010 21:55:31 GMT
*Blinks, not believing the witch at first.*
Almost twenty? Well then, you definately do come across much younger than you really are.
*Shakes her head slightly, reaching for her drink that's just been set down before her.*
I know a few-
*Is startled by the sound of thunder raging into the pub, and she watches as an unfamiliar wizard stomps up to the bar. Her eyes widen with his request of the entire bottle, but slowly melts into a sneer as she takes in his appearance. She turns back to Holly.*
Be thankful you don't look like that. I wouldn't step one foot out of my house if it was me.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 19, 2010 22:04:34 GMT
*Can over hear the conversation between two witches as he waits for the return of the barkeep with his order. His red-rimmed eyes narrow sharply as he hears one of the witches insulting him. He opens his mouth to retort, and snaps his head in the witches' direction, only to sag defeated when his eyes fall on them, and snaps his mouth shut.*
*He's too upset, and wallowing in self pity for a witty comeback, and honestly he doesn't care one iota what he looks like. Katie's opinion is the only one that matters, and she won't be giving it to him anytime soon, so piss on it. He's going to get drunk. Quickly his tongue pokes out between his lips, as the anticipation for the numbing effect of the alcohol begins to take hold.*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 19, 2010 22:13:11 GMT
*makes to ask a follow-up question when the door is banged open*
*turns to look at who she is referencing and doesn't quite agree with Amberlin. The man wore that sad, desperate look that she recognized off Aaron*
*turns back to Amberlin, lowering her voice*
Must have been a bad day.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 19, 2010 23:54:36 GMT
*Shrugs, not caring what sort of day the wizard's been through, because it's not her problem.*
Well, he's only making the place depressing.
*Chooses to ignore the fact that they're in a pub, where it's normal for others to come and get drunk, so they can forget their issues. She lowers her voice.*
And the whole bottle? Honestly? That's just rude.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 20, 2010 0:14:35 GMT
*Finally his bottle arrives, and he catches another bit of the witch's comments. Rolling his eyes in response, he pays for the whiskey, and glares at the witch for a moment. Once again his mouth opens to reply, and out of no where he finds a voice.*
My, my, aren't you a miserable old tw@t?
*Smirks at her, and lifts the bottle to his mouth, yanking the cork out with his teeth. His comment brought a bit of life to the old wizard, and he's feeling a little feisty, and he chuckles to himself. Quickly he gives the witch a cheeky wink, spits the cork out into his hand, and turns away quickly. Fat chance he's going to sit up at the bar next to her, and listen to her b!tch!ng all night long.*
*Finds himself a cozy little table far enough away he doesn't have to see or hear the witch.*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 20, 2010 3:23:36 GMT
* at the wizard's comment, forcing her expression into a nasty sneer.* Who the bloody hell do you think you are? *Watches as he opens the bottle, grimacing as he keeps the cork after he's bitten it. She glares, seeing the cheeky little wink he's given her, before calling out over the noise of the pub.* Well, it's obvious to see why she left you- if this is how you always act. *Takes a stab in the dark with her comment, not knowing what happened. To her, it seems like he's either been dumped, or someone died. The wizard looks that worn out.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 20, 2010 3:39:44 GMT
*Is nearly to his table when he hears that horrid hag's voice carrying over the crowd to him. Her words hit him like a ton of bricks, and he freezes in place. There isn't any reason for him to argue with her, he knows she's right. If he was any sort of boyfriend Katie wouldn't have left him.*
*Sighs heavily, choosing to ignore her words, and takes a long soothing pull from the bottle. The fire burning down his throat brings tears to his eyes, as he holds his breath, swallowing, and swallowing.*
*Finally, after nearly a quarter of the bottle is gone, he hangs it at his side, licking any remaining drops from his lips. Now he is finally on his way to numbing a bit of the pain throbbing in his chest.*
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 20, 2010 4:21:22 GMT
*feels herself slouching as some heads turn, not wanting to be too associated with the scene*
*pretends to sip from her drink though its been gone*
*says in a bit of a hush*
Oh, let him be.
*twists her lips but looks overall uninterested*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 20, 2010 4:48:23 GMT
*Glares at everyone who's turned to watch her and the other wizard, honestly not caring. Let them be curious, because at least she's still on their minds.*
Pardon? I would've, he's the one who interrupted.
*Refuses to accept that she insulted him first. Take a drink of her gillywater, looking over to Holly.*
What would you say, if I invited you to go shopping with me some time in Diagon?
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 20, 2010 4:55:29 GMT
*blinks, then smiles, as the invitation didn't seem too out of the blue*
I'll take you up on that, anytime. I'll even buy you lunch, how about that.
*smiles as the barkeep takes her empty glasses and she pulls her bag from over her shoulder to find some sickles*
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