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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 21:15:21 GMT
**Watches as a witch he doesn't recognize approach his table, he groans inwardly, not in the mood for fan girls.**
**He places the friendliest smile he can manage on his lips, and nods, gesturing for her to sit.**
Please do.
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 21:18:36 GMT
*smiles, blushing for no reason, as she normally did*
*sips sips sips her coffee*
*sip sip*
I'm Anna, Anna Bellacoure.
*holds out hand*
And you are..?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 21:26:43 GMT
**Watches her continuously sip her coffee, wondering if she's ever going to put the cup down, and also wish he had something to drink, even water would be nice at this point.**
**Grasps her hand firmly, but gentle enough not to hurt her.**
"I'm Oliver, Oliver Wood. Nice ta meet ya, Anna."
**Spots a server out of the corner of his eye, and tries to flag her down to take his order.**
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 21:32:39 GMT
*nods, remembering the name but not really excited over the fact*
Nice to meet you Oliver.
*watches him with a amusement, enjoying seeing him so frustrated over wanting a drink*
*says a tad louder than her usual quiet tones*
Excuse me?
*the server turns to her*
Yes, could you get my friend here a cup of tea please? Thank you so much.
*falsely sweet smile, then turns back to Oliver*
Gosh it's been such a frustrating day already and it's not even noon yet.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 21:38:24 GMT
**Unconsciously Oliver raises a brow at the witch, he's not used to witches not squealing with delight the second they know who he is. It's a nice change for once.**
**Watches Anna interact with the sever, grateful she spoke up for him, and smiles brightly as she turns back to face him.**
"Thanks."
**Nods tiredly, folding his hands over the table.**
"Yeah, tell me 'bout it. I can't even get a cup of tea without a hassle."
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 21:45:36 GMT
*is pleased by his smile*
No problem.
*laughs*
That's why you have me here Oliver. To um... order your tea for you? Yes, I guess that's it, then.
*sips her coffee*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 21:53:21 GMT
**Before he can reply to her comment, the server has brought him his tea.**
**He grunts a thanks as she sets the cup in front of him, and he licks his dry lips.**
**As he lifts the cup to his lips for a sip, he looks to the witch over the rim of the cup, smiling cheekily.**
"Everybody has to have a purpose."
**Winks, blowing the tea to cool it down before he sips.**
"Mine's Quidditch, yours must be tea fetcher. Worked out brilliant that I just so happened to need some tea."
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 21:59:57 GMT
*grins*
I guess so.
*looks down at her lap and sets her cup down on to the table, feeling a tad lost for conversation*
*looks up at his comment*
Tea fetcher? Well, I suppose that could be one. But I'm a journalist, actually. That's my purpose. For Witch Weekly at the moment.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 22:05:34 GMT
**A groan escapes him as she mentions that she's a journalist. Talking to one of those is the last thing he needed, especially since reading The Prophet's article about him.**
**Mutters into the cup.**
"Brilliant."
**Sets his cup down a tad too rough, tea sloshes in the cup, dribbling over the side.**
**Tries to be polite, and not give her any reason to publish rubbish about him.**
"How long 'ave ya been writin' for them?"
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 22:13:41 GMT
*notices that he's not too happy about her mentioning that she was a journalist and ponders for a minute then realizes what he must think*
Oh, no! I'm not here to do a story or anything. I barely recognized you. And I'm defiantly, not to be rude but it's just not my choice interest, not planning on bothering you about it at all.
*feels sort of bad, but really didn't mean to make him be so annoyed with her*
Well, I don't write that much, just whenever Tallia needs me. But I've been on staff for over a year.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 22:20:28 GMT
**Offers a reluctant smile, not sure if she's telling the truth or not. For the time being he'll be on his best behavior, and try to figure out if she really is trying to gather up some information on him.**
"Not interested?"
**He asked, dumbfounded. Oliver doesn't often remember that not every witch, and wizard likes Quidditch.**
**Takes another sip from his cup, gagging when Anna mentions Tallia. He forgot Tallia worked for the magazine as well.**
**Coughs, trying to cover his surprise.**
"O-over a year, eh?"
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Sept 30, 2009 22:27:01 GMT
*smiles apologetically*
No, well, I guess I haven't gotten that many opportunities to experience it. I might enjoy it more if I saw more of it. You know. Knew a few teams, at least.
*looks at him uncertainly, noticing that he had choked at a rather odd time*
*wonders if this will be just like the Roger incident, making a pal and having that pal seduced by her boss... well, sorta like that*
Yes. Over a year. Are you alright?
*is a tad stand offish*
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Post by Oliver Wood on Sept 30, 2009 22:33:28 GMT
**Shakes his head in disbelief. He's a believes firmly that everyone should take the time to at least go to a Quidditch match.**
**Grins cheekily.**
"You've met me, that's a start."
**Sets the cup down, averting his eyes. This is an awkward moment if he's ever had one.**
"M'fine, swallowed wrong."
**Wanting desperately to change the subject, Oliver glances back to her, smiling weakly.**
"This is a guess, but you went to Hogwarts right? I mean, I don't recall ever seeing you in the corridor, or any classes."
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Oct 2, 2009 1:57:06 GMT
*can tell that he doesn't understand her non-Quidditch loving lifestyle*
Yes, that's true. Maybe I'll learn a few things.
*feels the awkward moment and simply sits, not really knowing what to do, clasping her hands very tightly in her lap, not looking at him*
*is suddenly very glad that he changes the subject*
Oh yes, I did. I didn't finish though. I only stayed until after my OWLs.
*takes a moment to remember Beth, Professor Moon, Chris and all the others she missed so dearly now*
Well, I suppose I never did notice you myself. I mean, I must have at some point but I was never one to talk much. This situation right here *shakes her head in a matter of fact way* never would have happened.
*smiles and sips her coffee till it's empty*
So, do tell me. Who do you play for?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 3, 2009 22:15:04 GMT
**Oliver continues to sip his tea, still surprised at her lack of Quidditch knowledge.**
"I'm Keeper for Puddlemere United."
**Beams proudly over his tea cup, chest puffing.**
"Quidditch is the only career I've ever seen myself in."
**Leans back comfortably in his chair, playing with the teaspoon in front of him.**
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