Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop

[Caius Reppert]

::He had a feeling that she knew who he was. She was just trying to act the part of a clever Ravenclaw. Arrogantly::

Reppert. Caius Reppert, former Slytherin and middle chaser for the Falmouth Falcons. ::flashes a smile::

Perhaps we went to school together. I still can't decide if we went to school together. Who else was in your year? Perhaps I know them?

[Roslyn Levere]

"It isn't really that important. Obviously we didn't socialize much." Roslyn still couldn't remember ever seeing Caius back at Hogwarts. But his name was quite well known with Quidditch fans.

*Sensing there was nothing more to say, Roslyn offered a small smile.* " Well it was nice meeting you, Caius." *With that she turned, and headed back to her reading spot.*

[Caius Reppert]

::Surely this girl knew who he was::

Wait wait wait. Hold on. Don't you want an autograph or something? To give to your husband/boyfriend/friend or maybe just yourself?

::This was the first time that just a common villager wasn't freaking out over his wealth, status, and job title.::

[Roslyn Levere]

"I thought famouse folks, didn't like being pestered for autographs, when trying to ' blend in ' ? " *Roslyn stopped, and turned to look back at Caius.* "I said I was a Quidditch fan. Not a fan of Caius Reppert."

' honestly, the nerve of him. ' Roslyn thought, continueing to walk away. Arrogance wasn't an attractive trait in her oppinion, and better yet why in Merlin's beard would she want his autograph? All it was, was a signature. Anyone could write down their name.

[Caius Reppert]

::Coldly::

Who said I wanted to blend in?

::What was the point of being famous these days, He thought to himself.::

[Roslyn Levere]

"Forgive me, if I was mistaken." *Sarcasm dripped from her words, as Roslyn rolled her eyes.* Implying she could really care less if he was offended or not. "Why would such a Godly creature, want to blend in with us common folk? Why would he bother gracing us with his presence, instead of wallowing in fame and fortune. Doing what he does best?"

Roslyn wasn't normally so rude, but Caius was proving to be not only arrogant, but stubborn. Obviously the fact that there was one less fan out there, was too much for him to take in. Continueing, Roslyn scoffed. "You hold the ego of a Slytherin, Reppert; though I'm certain you'd take that as a complement."

[Caius Reppert]

::coldly::

As a matter of fact I do... ::sneers::

You don't have to act like you are better than everyone just because you drip of Ravenclaw wisdom or is it cleverness. It's disgusting.

::slams down newspaper::

Don't point fingers you know nothing about my life.

[Roslyn Levere]

"I have no desire to know of your life, Mr. Reppert. And I don't think you should be so blatantly hypocritical." *Roslyn picked up her book, and bag.*

"I believe this conversation was over, before it began. So I'll do us both a favor, and take my leave now." *Placing the correct amount of change on the table, Roslyn turned and walked towards the exit.*

[Caius Reppert]

::coldly::

Why thank you. You saved us both from a tragedy. Thats probably the nicest thing anyone has done for me today.

::grabs paper and forcefully straightens it. takes his coffee and takes a sip, then slams it back down on the table, causing most of the contents to spill onto the table.::

[Theodore Nott]

::The silence between them wasn't a bother to Theodore, in fact, he enjoyed it very much. It was a comfortable silence, nothing really going on in his thoughts, just the sound of his and her breathing as they trudged through the snow to the tea shop.::

::As they approach the door, Theodore moves to reach for the handle, but is beaten to it by Roslyn. He quirks a brow at her as she opens it, taking notice that she prefers to do things on her own, just like Theodore.::

::Enters just behind her, running his fingers through his hair, and they become wet with the already melting snowflakes. The instant warmth and stuffiness of the tea shop are so inviting to the cold skin that was exposed to the elements, his body soaks up the heat instantly. He pulls in a deep breath, allowing the savory scents of the different herbs and spices dancing in the air throughout the tea shop to roll over his tongue and into his lungs. The effect is very calming.::

::Leans in toward Roslyn, and speaks in a low tone.::

Wonderful choice, couldn't have done better myself.

[Roslyn Levere]

"Flattery get's you nowhere." Roslyn responded, her tone never loosing the icy edge. *Choosing a place in the back as always; Roslyn smiled politely at a passing couple. Before taking a seat, and removing her hat, and cloak respectfully.*

"Now that we've arrived at our destination...and are absent of the danger of possibly freezing to death- I have a question for you, Theodore." *Placing her things beside her neatly, Roslyn glanced up at the young man.* "Only trouble is...I don't think I'll be recieving a straight forward answer..." She wait patiently, for him to get comfortable. Silence seemed a constant companion.

[Theodore Nott]

::A low chuckle rumbles in his throat at her response. Her icy tone, and cold behavior are so entertaining, and such a challenge. If she keeps this up he's going to be kept busy for hours. There is nothing like a challenging witch to keep Theodore's mind occupied.::

::Follows her gracefully toward the table she chose, dipping his head politely to the passing couple. As they approach the table he begins to unfasten the silver clasp on his cloak, sweeping it off, and laying on a chair in one fluid motion.::

::Watches her intently as she speaks, pulling out the chair before him. Without offering permission for her to ask her question he gestures for her to take the chair he has pulled out, and waits for her to be seated.::

[Roslyn Levere]

*Fidning no point in ignoreing a polite gesture; Roslyn took the seat, offering a small smile of approval* Her eyes never left his, as she wait for some type of response to her question. Roslyn could already tell, that however chatty Theodore may have seemed back in the alley; his type could be just as silent, and cold as a statue.

*Crossing her arms, to show she wasn't going to back down; Roslyn's facial expression was one of expectance. She didn't move a muscle as she watched Theodores every move* Distrust wasn't an emotion easily pushed aside.

[Theodore Nott]

::Nods politely in response to her smile, inwardly smirking to himself. Slowly but surely he's going to melt the ice around her.::

::Without breaking the hold she has on his eyes he moves with a lithe graceful step to his chair, taking his time in settling himself upon it comfortably. She's expecting him to reply to her comment, and possibly hoping he invites her to ask her question, but he isn't going to do that so hastily, he's enjoying the silence game.::

::His eyes still remain on the gray irises of hers as he opens his mouth to speak, slowly lifting a pointed finger upward. Out of the corner of his eye, and just behind Roslyn he can see a young waitress cleaning up a used table, and begins to speak in a smooth honey-like voice to her, hoping Roslyn will get the impression to he's going to speak to her.::

If you would be so kind, Miss.

::Moves his eyes from Roslyn's face, and turns them and a handsome smile onto the approaching witch. The moment she arrives he gestures for Roslyn to go ahead and place her order first.::

[Roslyn Levere]

*Turning her gaze away from Theodore, keeping her compsure calm and relaxed; Roslyn gave a genuine smile to the waitress. Showing no emotion towards the man who sat opposite of her, having already known he would make things difficult.* "Chai tea, with a dash of cinnamon please?"

*Done with her order, Roslyn turned away from Theodore and the waitress; waiting for him to order his drink, she let her gaze travel towards the window. Watching the people pass by, her expression gave nothing away*