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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 2, 2009 22:41:01 GMT
*relaxes when she sees Greyson*
Oh, gosh, you scared me to death.
*hops up from the ground*
What are you doing here?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 2, 2009 22:42:58 GMT
*Laughs, smiling crookedly. He didn't mean to frighten her.*
Sorry 'bout tha'.
*Twists his body to show her the heavy pack full of camping gear.*
Campin'. Lookin' for a good spot.
I usually don't see anyone out here.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 2, 2009 22:45:55 GMT
*laughs*
You're camping? Out here all alone? Good grief, I couldn't do it. I came out here to work. Write, I mean. And think. A new witch weekly should be coming out soon, so that's exciting, but until then. I'm just... out here.
*shrug*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 3, 2009 0:17:45 GMT
*Nods, holding his smile in place. There's nothing he loves more than being holed up in a tent out in the wilderness.*
Don't knock it 'till you've tried it.
*Looks at her with curiosity.*
What'cha writing about?
*He's pleasantly surprised to hear that she's still writing for Witch Weekly, his expression showing it.*
I'm happy to hear you didn't give up on your job. Anything good going to be in the next edition?
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 3, 2009 10:57:35 GMT
Oh I'm just playing around. Nothing of importance.
*bites her lip at his question*
I would tell you, but it wouldn't be right. You'll have to wait.
*teasingly*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 3, 2009 21:30:48 GMT
*Greyson shifts the heavy pack on his back, thumbs hooking around the straps. His curiosity is now piqued as Anna won't give away any little tidbits that will be published in the next edition of Witch Weekly. He gives her his most charming smile.*
You can't even give me a little something? A wee little snippet of what might be in the next copy?
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 4, 2009 2:18:25 GMT
*shakes her head*
No, no. Not even a little tiny bit. I shouldn't have even mentioned it. Who knows when it will be out, or what it might entail. *shrugs as though she has no clue*
*stars to walk away*
Well, I must be going. Enjoy your camping trip! *hope he stops her*
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 4, 2009 21:35:31 GMT
*Frowns slightly, very interested in what her article could be about.*
Oh, c'mon. You can't give a hint like that, and not say anymore on the subject. You're gonna kill me with suspense.
*Pouts out his bottom lip, giving her puppy dog eyes. Greyson's large hand raises, his forefinger and thumb pinched together.*
Please? Just a tiny bit o' information? I won't tell anyone anything you say.
*He frowns again as she starts to walk away, wondering why she's leaving so quickly. The first time they met she seemed to leave rather abruptly, he thought she was enjoying the conversation, now he's beginning to think that he bothers her.*
Leaving so soon?
Blast, and I was beginning to enjoy myself. I'm out in the wondrous beauty of the forest, having a great conversation with a pretty witch, and about to sleep out under the stars. Of all the luck... Just when I think things are going along famously, you have to leave.
*Shrugs, turning away from her, hoping that she'll want to stick around. He looks over his shoulder at her, smiling handsomely.*
Wish you could stick around.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 4, 2009 22:55:16 GMT
*grins to herself, quite enjoying the fact that she believes he wants her to stay* *turns around, amused at the fact that she ha intrigued him with her hint* *is flattered by the pretty witch comment*
Now, don't call me that. You've probably got yourself a girlfriend who wouldn't like that sort of talk.
*sees that he has turned away and walks over to in front of him*
Come on, I was kidding. And fine, I'll tell you. if you promise not say anything.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 5, 2009 1:14:45 GMT
*Greyson stops walking, turning to face her, and smiles crookedly. He sags his shoulders, allowing the straps of the pack to slide down his arms. Grabbing the left strap with his right hand he swings the pack around front of him, setting it at his feet, the top resting against his shins. Not once do his eyes leave her face, the smile on his face widening.*
That may be, but I'm also not dead, and unable to spot a fit witch when I see one.
*Lifts his pack with his left hand, the muscles in his arm constricting with the weight of the bulging rucksack, hooking his arm through one of the straps to swing it up onto his shoulder.*
Call 'em like I see 'em.
*His face brightens as she tells him that she'll share a bit of her future article in Witch Weekly. Greyson claps his hands together, rubbing his palms against each other vigorously, wiggling his eyebrows.*
Brilliant!
I won't say a thing.
*Raises his hands to his lips, sliding his pinched thumb and forefinger across them as if he is zipping them closed. When he reaches the corner of his lips he twists his hand as if locking an invisible lock, and mimics that he's throwing away the key to the lock.*
*Mumbles through his "zipped up" lips something that sounds like, "Mums the word.", giving her a little wink, happy that she hasn't left yet.*
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 8, 2009 19:43:15 GMT
*is pleased and flattered by his answer, so willing and ready to flirt and be ridiculous, leaving all sense of shyness for a few moments*
Well, I'm glad that she, whoever that may be *shrugs, dismissing the need to know who* isn't blinding you from seeing past the obvious. *kiddingly*
Alright then, I'll give you a litle hint. The ministry isn't as strong as we think.
*smiles*
And that's all I'm saying.
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 9, 2009 22:50:34 GMT
*Laughs heartily.*
Good looking and a sense of humor to boot! Qualities I like in my witches.
*Winks playfully.*
Isn't as strong as we think, hmmmm...
*Thinks about that for a moment. Can't make heads nor tails of what she means by it, so he puts his puppy dog face back on.*
A little more help?
A wee bit more information to go on?
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 11, 2009 20:42:51 GMT
*blushes like crazy, but is enjoying herself quite a bit, her and her helpless flirting*
Anyway...
*shakes her head firmly at his question*
No, I can not. Why don't we just... change the subject? Get you away from... temptation.
*looks down, then up at him, smiling sweetly*
How's the shop going? Have you reopened yet?
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Post by Greyson Ollivander on Sept 14, 2009 23:17:41 GMT
*It's obvious she's starting to flirt with him, not that he's bothered by it. Charming witches is something that comes easily to Greyson, whether he makes an effort to do so, or not.*
*Frowns at the thought of the shop not open yet. How can he when there is still so much to do.*
Nope, not yet. Seems that for another year those fresh faced eleven year olds are going to have to buy their new wands elsewhere.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 15, 2009 20:45:37 GMT
*sighs, as though it's the worst thing in the world that his shop isn't open yet *
Oh what a shame. Poor little rising first years.They won't have the quality wands we had when we were their age.
*laughs as though this is the funniest thing in the world*
*coughs*
Gosh, well, it's about time I go get myself a drink. But I hate to leave you out here all on your lonesome.
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