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Post by anastasia on Jun 19, 2007 22:50:18 GMT
*takes his hand and stands*
I'm ready.
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Post by Adrian Pucey on Jun 19, 2007 22:51:26 GMT
*places arm around her shoulder, and leads her out of the pub*
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Post by anastasia on Jun 19, 2007 22:53:57 GMT
*smiles as he places his arm around her and walks out of the pub with him*
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 16:00:29 GMT
*she walks in as George opens the door for her*
Thank you, sir.
*she looks around*
Where shall we sit?
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 16:14:14 GMT
Looks past her to the bar, "You pick a table, I'll get us something to drink. Butterbeer?" He asked her as he approached the bar.
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 16:17:48 GMT
*smiling at him*
Yes, that's fine.
*finds a table in the back corner, goes over, removes her cloak and has a seat*
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 16:25:50 GMT
Walking up to the bar, he leaned forward a bit, "Hey, two butterbeers please..." The bar tender nodded and went to go fix some up.
Glancing back at Pansy, he smiled, and then looked back at the bar tender, chuckling lightly, "Make that three."
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 16:27:51 GMT
*she looked back toward George and smiled* *waited patiently for him to come over with the drinks*
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 16:32:45 GMT
Bar tender handing over three mugs of butterbeer, George winked at him, "Thanks mate" And tossed him the right about of coins.
Making his way over to the table Pansy had chosen, it taking him a minute to actually spot it, he soon enough sat down across from her.
Handing her a butterbeer, he kept one to himself, and placed the third in the middle, "That's incase one of runs out first...if we both do, we can just share it..." He winked at her, chuckling lightly.
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 16:37:12 GMT
*she smiled as he sat down across from her*
Thanks.
*she took the mug and took a sip* *laughed lightly at his comment about sharing the last mug*
Well, we'll just have to see who finishes first then.
*winks back, making sure not to let him finish his drink first*
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 16:54:36 GMT
Taking a long swig of his own butterbeer, he chuckled seeing it half gone.
"Looks like I'm going to win"
Leaning back in his chair after a moment, "So...anything new at the manor?" Not really knowing what to talk about, "Howz the ferret doin?"
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 16:57:57 GMT
*looks at him and smirks, then takes a big drink of her butterbeer*
I think I could give you a run for your money.
*remembers the conversation with Draco and Silvery*
I don't go to the manor much anymore. I'm not exactly welcomed there. I did go and confront Draco and Silvery one evening. It went better than I thought it would, but I think I might have gotten him in a spot of trouble with her.
*laughs at the thought and takes another drink* *looks at her mug*
Don't fall behind.
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 17:09:22 GMT
Eyes her mug and grins, quickly swallowing down the rest of his butterbeer, "Trust me I won't." Grinning in triumph, as he reached out for the mug in the middle of the table.
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Post by anastasia on Jun 28, 2007 17:11:18 GMT
*she quickly finishes her drink and sets the empty mug down*
Not so fast.
*she reaches for the mug in the center of the table, smiling at George*
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Post by george on Jun 28, 2007 17:24:12 GMT
Grabbing it the same time she did, he narrowed his eyes at her, still grinning, "Let go of the mug Parkinson" He said teasingly.
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