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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Oct 4, 2009 13:34:51 GMT
*Raises eyebrows in interest now, excited that she had heard of Puddlemere United*
Now that is rather impressive.
*says with a nod*
I never in a million years imagined I'd even be able to scrounge up a job no matter what it was. It just kind of fell into place. You're lucky to be able to have something to do that you really love. And get good pay for of course. I just sort of... hm, just go where the wind takes me. Just moved from Hogsmeade to London about a week ago. Don't know a single neighbor yet though.
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 4, 2009 22:21:49 GMT
**Is delighted to hear that she at least seems to recognize the team's name. That's a start, anyway.**
**Oliver empties the tea from the cup, setting it in it's saucer. Warmth washes over him as he realizes that she is right, and he is lucky to have landed the Keeper position for Puddlemere. There's nothing he loves more than Quidditch, and to be able to get payed for playing it is just an added bonus.*
"I live in London. Maybe we live close to each other?"
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Post by Anna Bellacoure on Oct 5, 2009 0:59:43 GMT
*raises her eyebrows in interest at that fact*
*smiles, actually happy this time, not just being polite and false*
You never know, that may be true.
*stands up*
Well, I'm getting bored. I'm gonna head back to my house. You wanna come along?
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Post by Oliver Wood on Oct 5, 2009 1:05:24 GMT
**Is a bit hesitant at first, but accepts her invitation warmly. It would be nice not to loaf off the whole day alone.**
Sure, love ta, thanks.
**Pushes his cup away, slowly rising to his feet while pulling out enough money to pay for their drinks.**
**Gestures politely for her to lead the way.*
After you.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 21, 2009 0:24:05 GMT
The teashop was fairly empty, much to Roslyn's surprise. Only a few people scattered here and there. It was pouring outside, the clouds dark and threatening- the exact type pf weather she liked. Rain always promised sunshine, and what better day to read over a warm cup of tea?
*Thanking the waiter politely after ordering, Roslyn pulled her traveling robes tighter around her small frame. Quickly becomeing emersed in the open book lying in front of her, she sipped her tea delicately.*
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Post by Caius Reppert on Dec 21, 2009 0:35:19 GMT
::Caius still had time to hit one more shop before his lunch break was up. He had had himself a few drinks at the Three Broomsticks and he decided that he needed to "sober up" before he returned to work. Passing the tea shop he decided to have a cup o' tea to cover up his tipsy self::
::Opening the door cause the bell on the door to chime. Slowly walks in and takes a seat, picks up a copy of the Daily Prophet already on the table and turns it to the sports page. Waits for the waiter to take his order.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 21, 2009 2:14:19 GMT
Deeply emersed in her book, Roslyn paid no mind to the chiming bell- only continueing to read quietly.
*Out of habbit, she traced the rim of her cup lightly with her index finger, flipping to another page, with her free hand.*
OOC- Sorry it's so short, I couldn't really think of much of a reply just yet.
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Post by Caius Reppert on Dec 21, 2009 3:16:27 GMT
::Puts down his paper when the waiter comes up.::
I'll have a cup of coffee.
::starts to pick up his newspaper again, but notices a girl sitting by herself. He finds that he recognizes her from somewhere, but he can't place it.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 21, 2009 7:35:02 GMT
*A rather loud sneeze, echoing throughout the shop; Roslyn frowned lightly in disapproval, rudely pulled from her thoughts.*
*Casting a look of irritation towards the sound- A heavy set man, nearly bald; Roslyn's frown deepened as the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Shifting her gaze, her eyes landed on a man up front, their gazes locking.*
*Wondering why he was staring, Roslyn arched a brow, then went back to her book; shaking her head slightly.*
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Post by Caius Reppert on Dec 21, 2009 18:03:12 GMT
::He quickly looked back at his paper. Perhaps she worked in the ministry or maybe he went to Hogwarts with her. He decided to give up on it and began reading the sports page.::
Here. ::hands waiter a tip, after he brings him his coffee::
::adds a thing of sugar to his coffee and slowly sips it::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 21, 2009 18:10:08 GMT
*No longer getting the feeling of someone staring, Roslyn still couldn't quite shake the look the man gave her* It wasn't rude, nor pleasant... a bit confused... concentrated, as if he were trying to remember something.
*Looking up from her book, Roslyn's eyes found the man again, his attention drawn away by the newspaper.* He did look vaguely familiar...but then again it wasn't uncommon for Roslyn to run into former classmates. Maybe that was were she reconised him. From Hogwarts.
*Finding herself staring a little too long, Roslyn shook her head once again, and tried to go back to reading.*
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Post by Caius Reppert on Dec 21, 2009 18:18:25 GMT
::Caius could feel someone staring as he read his newspaper. Looking up he noticed it was the girl. He wondered if she recognized him too. Too shy to iniaite the conversation, he decided that if she remembered him she would talk first.::
::WHen their eyes locked, they both quickly looked back at their reading material. He chuckled behind his newspaper at the awkwardness of the moment. Took another sip of his coffee and began to read again.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 21, 2009 18:23:58 GMT
*Enough was enough, Roslyn decided as she put her book down* She wasn't one to pick conversations with strangers...but the game of eye tag was only a little amusing. Irratation wasn't far behind.
*Standing up slowly, she took a deep calming breath and walked towards the stranger* "Pardon me sir...but...do I know you from anywhere? Do you know me?" Roslyn's tone was uncertain, and weary...yet still polite.
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Post by Caius Reppert on Dec 21, 2009 23:42:35 GMT
::Finally the girl had made the first move. He really didn't know how to respond, but he decided to say something::
Well I am a famous Quidditch player so perhaps you know me for that. But I must say you do strike as familiar. How do I know you?
::he had made himself like he was better than her, but the fact was, he probably was. Hey, he's a Quidditch player, and rich.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 22, 2009 2:14:17 GMT
"I graduated from the house of Ravenclaw, a few years back." *Roslyn shrugged, with indifference. Chosing not to let the mans haughtiness get to her.* She could nearly smell the arrogance leaking from the man; which led her to the suspicion that if they had ever gone to school together, he might've been in Slytherin. Not to say all the snakes were the same.
"Famouse Quidditch player, ey?" *Roslyn's face remained passive, not in the least bit impressed.* Money had never been an issue for the young witch, being fortunate enough to be born in a wealthy family. "A shame I can't place who you are, being a Quidditch fan myself. Perhaps a name would help?"
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