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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 20, 2010 21:18:38 GMT
*Is never against the idea of someone else paying for her, and nods.*
That sounds brilliant.
*Reaches into the pockets of her robes, fishing out the right amount of money for her drinks. Sliding them across the bar top to the slightly- though rightfully- impatient barkeep, she finishes her gillywater. Setting the glass back down, she continues.*
Anytime? Well, so things don't become inconvenient, when are you available?
*Has already almost forgotten about the trashed wizard, but glances over her shoulder to make sure he isn't planning on bothering her any time soon.*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Jan 20, 2010 22:01:27 GMT
*Quite sometime later, about half a bottle of single malt whiskey's worth, Greyson is drunk enough to have temporarily forgotten his problems, and pushes himself up from his table.* *Closing one eye, for better depth perception , he reaches out to snatch up his bottle, and quickly staggers out the door. Too drunk to remember, his cloak lay forgotten on the floor near his seat, he's probably going to wish he had remembered it later.* *Once outside, he takes a deep breath, feeling the cool sting from the cold air rush down his throat. It's a bit of relief on his burning tongue. Not sure where to go next, he shrugs, closes his eyes, and turns on his heel. With a loud crack he's Disapparated to the first place that popped into his head as he was turning.* *WARNING: It is not advised to Apparate when good and properly drunk. *
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 20, 2010 22:54:14 GMT
*pretends to think, but wasn't kidding that she has a lot of free time nowadays*
This weekend for sure.
*drops her coins and grabs her coat*
I'm staying in Knockturn if you want to send and owl and I can meet you in minutes.
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Jan 21, 2010 0:30:01 GMT
*Nods.*
This weekend should work.
*Fluidly slides away from the bar, pulling her jacket more tightly around her.*
Knockturn? Oh, I could've sworn I heard you say you lived in Diagon Alley.
*Shrugs, glancing to the door.*
Either way, this was...pleasant. Besides the one interruption, of course.
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Post by Holly Palmers on Jan 22, 2010 2:39:33 GMT
*pulls her hair back, buttoning her coat*
Thanks again for rescuing me from being stupid. I'll catch you later. Oh, and scarf. Remember.
*leaves, smiling*
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Post by Amberlin Harlow on Feb 6, 2010 2:38:14 GMT
*Bites her tongue as she keeps herself from rolling her eyes.*
Sure, I'll remember the scarf.
*Smiles, not noticing her expression seems more like a grimace of pain instead. Standing, she smoothes out the non-exsistant wrinkles of her robes, and exits the pub.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 26, 2010 2:22:22 GMT
::Enters the warm pub, brushing a bit of the fresh snow that is falling out if his now damp dark hair. The remaining bits of snow in his hair, and on his black cloak begin to glitter as they melt while he ambles up to the bar.:: ::There really isn't a reason to be here except to get out of the snow for a moment and take in busier atmosphere. Usually he prefers solitude, but this evening he could go for a bit of entertainment, and The Broomsticks is good a place as any to catch sight of a few foolish drunks.:: ::Now settled comfortably, leaning against the bar casually, Theodore attracts the attention of the barkeep and orders his usual drink of Wychcraft. As he sits, he listens to the odds and ends of conversations that float over to his keen ears. The odd bit of who did what, and the occasional reference to him are the most of what holds his attention the longest.::
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Annalessa Bordon
Hogwarts Alumni
"We are born alone. And we will die alone."
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Feb 26, 2010 2:44:31 GMT
She'd hadn't been to the three broom sticks since her days at Hogwarts. Annalessa didn't find any need, nor want to be in such a filthy environment. But as she'd walked Hogsmeade, actually wanting a little company the shop had caught her interest. She also figured a good way to pass time is over drinks, even if it would be alone. *Pushing open the door, Annalessa looked around once.* She actually felt slightly out of place, in her rather expensive wardrobe. Though her feelings didn't show, as she always walked into a room with her head held high, as if she owned the place. geniusbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/donna-karan-golden-top.jpg *Not noticing anyone, as her thoughts were far from the people in the room, Annalessa walked towards the end of the bar, and took a seat* She wait patiently for the bartenders attention.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 26, 2010 3:10:24 GMT
::Sets a few Galleons on the bar top, smirking at the newest of conversations he's catching. It seems the poor bloke just a few stools over is having issues with his wife, and the fact she refuses to cook anything but stewed turnips, and toad tongues. Theodore chuckles at the man's misfortune, thankful he never has such things to worry about.::
::The Galleons shine a bit in the dim light of the pub as Theo pushes them around absently, getting lost in his own thoughts. His bottle of Wychcraft begins to dwindle the longer he sits, and it isn't much longer before another is set before him. The flicker of a wand catches his attention, looking up he realizes it's only Madame Rosmerta summoning yet another bottle of something or other for a customer.::
::He watches as the bottle floats gracefully into her awaiting hand, and his eyes focus on her wand. It's not her wand that he's really interested in, but it does bring to mind a wand he is engrossed with. The Elder Wand as always is ever looming in his thoughts, he licks his lips greedily, eyes still locked on the witch's wand. The Elder Wand is a highly desired object by the few that believe in it's power. Theodore is one of those in the Magical World that believes in the wand, and he also believes it is the wand he needs the most to attain the highest of power.::
::Thoughts now on wands it occurs to him that there is no better place to begin than good old Ollivander's Wands in Diagon Alley. And, if he remembers correctly, the last time he passed the shop it looked as though someone might be fixing it up. He finishes off his bottle, and pushes it aside while reaching for the other, making a mental note to drop on by Ollivander's in the very near future.::
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Annalessa Bordon
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"We are born alone. And we will die alone."
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Feb 26, 2010 3:21:39 GMT
*As she finally get's the bartenders attention, Annalessa resists rolling her eyes* "A simple water, will do. With a dash of cherry, and wedge of lime." Alcohol was never her first choice, always liking to keep her mind clear, and alert. But the refreshing coolness of water, along with the slight sweet taste fruit gave it, was in fact what she desired most at the moment.
*Letting her eyes roam the small pub once more, they finally land on Theodore Nott. As always looking lost in thought.* "Hello, Theo." *A dazzling smile came to her face* "Fancy seeing you here, of all places. I'd assumed your style was more extravagant." Her tone was playful, a clear note that she was in a good mood and only looking for fun.
*Turning her gaze away, just as the water was sat in front of her, Annalessa sipped it delicately*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 26, 2010 3:32:32 GMT
::Is dragged from deep thought by a light voice calling his name, turning his eyes they fall on the familiar face of Annalessa Bordon, a witch he recently had dinner with. Surprised to see her here, he nods politely, fingers forgetting the gold sitting on the bar.::
Why hello, Anna.
::Looks about the pub upon hearing her comment, shrugging his shoulders.::
Hopped out of the snow for a nip.
::Returns his glittering eyes to her, keeping his tone as warm as he can manage without sound false.::
It's you that doesn't exactly fit, my dear.
::Eyes her dress, not at all displeased with what he sees.::
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Annalessa Bordon
Hogwarts Alumni
"We are born alone. And we will die alone."
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Feb 26, 2010 3:42:37 GMT
"Yes, well time passes quickly over drinks. I was near here, when the urge came." *Annalessa continued to sip her drink, suddenly feeling restless* She refused to simply sit, and waste another night. The urge for excitement, was hard to ignore.
*Glancing at Theo, Annalessa turned towards him fully* "Do you dance Theo?"
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 26, 2010 3:48:13 GMT
::Lofts a brow as he resists laughing at the question. When he was younger he had a Governess that insist he be taught how to dance properly for parties and what not, and to his great disappointment, Julian, his father didn't disagree. There he was, at nine years old, forced to dance with the old Hag, he hated every second of it, the witch smelled like mushrooms growing in the damp earth.::
::Shaking his head, he takes a quick sip from his bottle before answering.::
It's not that I can't, I won't.
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Annalessa Bordon
Hogwarts Alumni
"We are born alone. And we will die alone."
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Post by Annalessa Bordon on Feb 26, 2010 4:13:41 GMT
"Pity..." *Smiling secretly, Annalessa decided to just skip to the point* "I have a wonderful cottage, I've yet to get any use out of. And I was thinking, perhaps you and I could get better acquainted there..." *Shrugging, Annalessa pouted her lips slightly, as if disappointed*
"Certainly a much better time would've awaited you...but it appears you aren't much in the mood for company." *Sliding some gallons onto the table, Annalessa finished her drink and stood* "Well it was nice running into a familiar face." *Without another word, she made her way from the pub, having no intention of letting anyone ruin her fun.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Feb 26, 2010 20:11:14 GMT
::Takes a drink from his bottle as she rises from her seat, it's not that he didn't want the company, he'd just rather not do any dancing right at the moment. It's not in the stars for Theodore this evening.::
Perhaps some other time.
::Finishes off his drink shortly after Annalessa had left the pub, and he also pays for his drinks and takes his leave for the night. Not wanting to go out into the snowy night again, he Disapparates right there in the pub for Hampshire, and home.::
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