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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 22:08:50 GMT
**** *Walks quietly up the path to the Meadow, large picnic basket in hand* This looks like a good spot.. *Under a large tree with plenty of shade, she whips her wand at the basket sending a large quilt and all Georges Favourite foods into place.* *takes a deep breath and has a seat, fidgeting with her skirt while she waits, hoping a little romantic like alone time would help things get back to the way they were*
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 9, 2009 22:16:58 GMT
*apparates into the Meadow and looks around for Jane hoping everything is ok*
JANE??
*calls out to her, before spotting her on the other side of the Meadow and rushes toward her*
You ok?
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 22:23:50 GMT
*Waves, smiling innocently and calls out*
Course I'm ok..
*Bites her lip as she notices he looked a tad worried*
Sorry love thought it may be the only way you'd come.
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 9, 2009 22:31:54 GMT
*sighs in releif that she is ok and stands a few feet from her a little unsure of what to do next*
Of course I would have come Jane...
*looks at her*
...I love you
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 22:53:53 GMT
*Hops up and throws her arms around him*
I love you more..
*kisses him softly*
Guess what I made.
*Pulls back just a bit, wiggling an eyebrow knowing just how much he loved this epic pie she makes*
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 9, 2009 23:02:43 GMT
*returns her hug and kisses her back before looking around at the pie laid out on a wooly blanket with a bottle of wine and grins*
So this is your plan, win me back with pie?
*laughs and kisses her more passionately*
I think its working...
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 23:32:04 GMT
*giggles into the kiss*
That is the plan, get you full and tipsy.
*Pulls away again, taking his face in her hands.*
In all seriousness George, you have no idea how happy I am that you're here, and I promise...
*pushes back tears, determined not to cry today*
I'll never do anything to screw this up... ever again.
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 9, 2009 23:51:05 GMT
*looks at her and smiles, he was finally ready to forgive her and move on*
I know baby, come on lets not talk about that, not today, its in the past ok..?
*grins and kisses her again before grabbing her hand and leading the way to the blanket*
you said something about getting me tipsy? I like that idea
*laughed*
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 9, 2009 23:56:22 GMT
*sighs of relief*
Ok keepin it in the past.. that I can do.
*nods and follows him to the blanket, throwing herself onto it and motioning for him*
I bet you do like that idea.
*winks*
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 11, 2009 18:29:21 GMT
*grins*
So much...
*laughs and sits down beside her, taking the wine and opening it*
You going to give me some pie then?
*winks and pours them both some wine*
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 11, 2009 19:09:43 GMT
Oh! right the pie.
*peels her eyes off of him and cuts them some pie*
So did I tell you my Auror training may be over soon...
*nods*
Thats right yo lady will be out catching her some Dark Wizards in no time.
*hands him the plate*
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Post by George Weasley on Jun 12, 2009 18:35:59 GMT
Is that right? Well done
*smiles and takes a drink*
Well I've some news also!
*grins a huge grin at her*
I still can't believe, neither can Fred!
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Post by janephoenix on Jun 13, 2009 1:04:12 GMT
*Raises an eyebrow*
And whats that?
*Can't help but laugh at his grin*
Oh lord do I want to know?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Jul 31, 2009 0:51:15 GMT
**Unable to stay off of his broom for any significant length of time, Oliver, with broom in hand, hopped the fence surrounding Top Meadow, eager to get back into the skies. He situated himself on the broom's handle, and pushed hard off the ground with he feet, zooming into the brilliant blue sky. He let out a loud whoop as his broom raised quickly, the wind whistling through his hair. He loves the freedom the sky has to offer, everything makes more sense up here. Besides he needs to keep up with his daily Quidditch exercises, he's never been one to slack off in that department. Without Quidditch he'd rather be dead.**
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Jul 31, 2009 0:59:56 GMT
*Roslyn walked to the top of the meadow, broom in hand.* She wore her Quidditch robes, for old times sake, her hair in a messy bun.
It had been years, she notticed as she worked her usual long ours in the bookshop; Years since she'd played a good game of Quidditch. It would seem Quidditch was only one, on a long list of things, Hogwarts had that she'd left behind with adult hood.
*Hoping she wasn't too rusty, Roslyn placed her legs on either side of the broom, and kicked off. * Her adreniniline began to race, as soon as her feet left the ground. The familiar, and long missed sensation of being weightless, swept upon the young woman, bringing a blissful smile to her pale face.
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