The Three Broomsticks[1]$2$

[george]

Fred held onto Britta, shaken himself when a woman cries. Wiping her tears away quickly with his thumbs, his hands cupping her cheek, "I'm not Britta" Why the heck would she think that? Ok, so Tallia came in and cursed her. Fred would have a talk with her later. That wasn't the Tallia he knew at Hogwarts, "Shh, it's ok...I fixed it ok? You're going to be fine" He tried to calm her down, help her breathe.

George simply shook his head, "I'm all to fond of being brought down by your kisses." Leaning closer he nuzzled her neck, "Maybe we should find a place more " Kissing right beneath her ear before whispering seductively himself, "private."

[Britta Verlose]

*mutters under her breath*
What an awful woman, I can't believe she would be so horrid over a bit of flirtation... It's not like she's your girlfriend is she Fred?
*takes advantage of the situation so as to lead him away from the bar, Accio-ing their drinks and sitting next to him in the booth, close by his side*

[anastasia]

*she closed her eyes and moaned softly as he kissed her below the ear, biting her lip*

_{What did you have in mind?}

*running her hands over his back*

[george]

Kissing a bit harder right under her ear, he made a trail with his lips along her neck, dancing with the perfect rhythm, "Whatever you'd like my dear" He whispered back.

Tallia hadn't been much of a bad woman, and he felt a need to defend her, "Maybe she's just in a bad mood today. I don't think she would purposely want to attack you unless something was really bothering her" The part of 'flirting' not clicking quite yet. It would later, just not yet.

Brushing some hair from Britta's face, "I'm not with her, we were good friends at Hogwarts though" He remembered Tallia's letter. Having wanted to get a butterbeer with her sometime. He'd catch upwith her soon t hough, see what was the matter.

[anastasia]

*she moaned a bit more with ever kiss, her eyes still closed*

_{We definately need some place...private.}

*she ran a hand through his hair*

[Britta Verlose]

*turning her cheek into his hand as he brushed away the hair from her eyes, she stared at him, her eyes dancing*
Oh I know what was bothering her, trust me. She doesn't do well when a woman approaches you for more than just social company due to the fact she thinks you belong to her. She may want to own you, but I don't think a man like you could ever be so bound...
*tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear and giggles slightly*
So unfortunate, as I would love to be with a man like you... Well, not like you, but actually, you to be perfectly honest.
*looks up at him, her eyes open and almost vulnerable, her expression hopeful, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, softly*

[george]

Fred would have to admit that he was taken back by her opening up. Tallia? Possessive? Thinking he belonged just to her? Fred would definately need to talk with her later.

But when Britta gently kissed him, he froze for a moment, but with his drink he loosened up quickly. Him being tired, and the drinks he had today were definately effecting his judgement.

When she pulled back he opened his eyes and looked into her violet ones, "wow" was all he could say. Although he wasn't backing away from her, which was a good sign. For a slightly drunken tired man.

Grinning, George pulled away slightly, "Wouldn't want to disturb the customers" Hinting at the people that were probably watching their heavy make-out session on the stool. Her hands on his back made him grip to her tighter.

[Britta Verlose]

*smiled softly and licked her lips, seeming to savor the taste of him.*
Wow indeed, as long as you mean "wow" as a good thing.
*her eyes deep and suddenly cautious*
You did mean it as a good thing, right?

[anastasia]

*smiling, she looked at George*

Shall we go then?

*she kissed him softly*

[george]

Nodding slightly, "Wow is definately a good thing" ALthough he needed to clear his head. Think about things. Let himself sleep before he let his drunken tired state overwhelm his conscious compeltly, "Look Britta, come by the shop later ok..." He kissed her cheek lightly, before sliding out of the booth. He smiled lightly at her before then glancing at his twin. Flinching at the heavy make-out session, they were devouring eachother. Which meant he wouldn't be home tonight.

George nodded, and gathered Pansy in his arms, bridal style, and then made his way outside the shop before apparating to Pansy's cottage.

[anastasia]

*she kissed him as he scooped her up and carried her outside and apparated with him to the cottage*

[Britta Verlose]

*looking crushed she stepped out of the booth*
*muttering to herself under her breath*
Figures, I finally do what I always wanted to and suddenly he runs away.... and "amazingly" he didn't say when later
*pays her tab and steps out into the street, sighing softly*

[Blaise Zabini]

*Was standing dead in his tracks at the entrance of the pub, a completely bemused and shocked look on his dark handsome face as he sees Pansy getting carried away by one of the Weasleys AND looking like she was enjoying it*

*Eyes narrow to Britta and calls out*

What the hell are you doing woman? Have you lost your mind?


*takes a last look around and then leaves Hogsmeade*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Stops in the shadows, out of sight, watching Britta with narrowed eyes*

*Notices a man she doesn't know*

*Steps further into the shadows so as not to be seen*

[Tallia Gauthier]

*Decides she's had enough whiskey for one night and, resisting the urge to curse Britta, makes her way silently back along the road*