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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 0:13:13 GMT
::Holds his smile on the waitress as he orders in a bored drawl.::
A good old fashioned Earl Grey, if you would, please. Some honey would be nice as well, thanks.
::Before turning his attention to Roslyn he watches the waitress walk away, and get things started up for them. Smoothly he places his forearms upon the table, and leans in his guest's direction, a crooked smile now playing at his lips.::
I don't understand why you would believe I wouldn't be honest with you. You do not know me, you shouldn't pass such judgment.
::Begins to toy with the napkin under his hands as he gazes at her profile. He tilts his head for a moment as he watches her, a feeling of familiarity gnawing at him. It's almost as if he's having Deja Vu. He knows he's gazed at her profile just as it is now, but cannot place where, or when.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 0:27:19 GMT
"No I don't know you...nor do you know me. Neither of us has given the other anything to place our trust in...and so that is the main thing my doubt stems from." *Her tone soft, Roslyn turned feeling Theodore staring* Sure enough, their gazes locked. Curiouse about the expression which rested on his face, she raised an eyebrow- though otherwise gave no other form of emotion. Questions could wait awhile longer.
"You pass judgement on others...myself included. All humanes do, it's in our nature. So you see Theodore...don't request the impossible from me." Her expression remained seriouse, lacking the playfullness Theodore seemed to have adapted.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 0:44:03 GMT
::He couldn't argue with her response, it is true they do not know each other, and normally he wouldn't be so careless in trusting a person within the first week of knowing them let alone the first twenty minutes.::
Fair enough, I can't argue with logic I suppose.
::The moment Roslyn turns to face him and locks those steel gray eyes on his Theodore has a vision flood his thoughts. Instantly he feels as though he's been transported through time and is sitting at one of the long old tables in the Library back at Hogwarts, eyes locked on the witch's across from him. Recognition unconsciously floods his face, and a strange feeling of comfort washes over him. For some strange reason the way Roslyn's eyes holds his feels warm, almost inviting.::
::Declares confidently, the memory still burning in his mind.::
I'm afraid we've done this before.
::Gestures between them with a casual flick of the wrist.::
Not quite as close mind you, but I've held your eyes like this once before. You're Roslyn, Roslyn Levere.
::Begins to feel a bit of relief in the fact he finally recognizes her and the Deja Vu sensation. He isn't exactly pleased she wasn't in his House back when they were at school. Normally Theodore associates exclusively with Purebloods.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 0:56:12 GMT
"And you're Theodore Nott..." *Having to take a moment to think, Roslyn could briefly remember his face, back at Howarts.* Aside from that, there was only one Theodore she'd heard of., and now here he was. "I don't reconise anything apart from your name...and that fact I only gained by ear, at Hogwarts. Which means we weren't even associates then. Quite unexpected for us to meet up again, isn't it?"
Though her words weren't callouse, excitement didn't exactly drip from them either. *Roslyn's gaze had turned only a fraction warmer, making it clear she wasn't excepting him with open arms* Names meant nothing. Nor did the slight feeling of familiarity, which swept through Roslyn at the discovery of an old school mate* As mentioned they weren't friends back then, and certainly weren't now.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 1:10:38 GMT
::Isn't surprised to hear her say his name, but does enjoy hearing it nonetheless. Most witches in school knew Theodore's name, and few were lucky enough for him to even give them the time of day. As of right now, Roslyn falls into the lucky category, at least until he learns a bit more about her and can make a better assessment. For all he knows she some Mudblood Gryffindor, and that won't do for him to be seen in public enjoying a cup of tea with her.::
::Chooses to proceed as he is, and play the friendly roll.::
And I don't know much aside from your name either. Oh, and the facts you have already pointed out.
::Brings a cheerful smile to his face as the waitress returns to the table serving each of them in turn. But, before the witch can get away, Theodore taps her lightly on the wrist to recapture her attention.::
I would like to add some biscuits to the table, a little something for us to nibble on would do most wonderfully. Thanks so much.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 1:17:20 GMT
"Well don't worry, I'm a Pureblood. So your reputation won't be damged..if anyone happens to see you with me." Sarcasm now clung to Roslyn's words, much like in the Alley. She may not have known much about Theodore Nott, but she knew he was in the house of Slytherin. And Slytherin being so obsessed with blood status, she figured she would spare him a little suffering, and put one certain worry at ease. Though honestly, to Roslyn blood held no real significance.
*Momentarily distracted by the soothing fragrence of the tea; Roslyn inhaled lightly, allowing a pleasant smile to form on her full lips. Careful of the hot contents, Roslyn delicately sipped the steaming liquid.* Taste buds now surrounded by spice, and cinnamon, she was content for the moment, to ignore Theodore and enjoy a nice cup of tea.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 1:50:51 GMT
::Lifts a brow at the comment she makes about her blood status. Of course he was thinking about it, but he wouldn't be so rude as to ask her about it in the open, and in public of all places. Slowly an expression of surprise creeps onto his face.::
Well since we are declaring such matters, and you are worried about marring your precious little reputation by association with filth you can be rest assured, I too am a Pureblood.
::The arrogance only a Slytherin Pureblood can display flows off of Theodore in waves. He cannot restrain the behavior, nor does he wish to. He knows that he is better than all, and isn't ashamed of showing it.::
::Drops his eyes to his cup of tea, and enjoys the momentary silence between them as she sips her hot tea. Theodore wraps his cold hands around the steaming hot cup to warm them, and after a bit he finally breaks the silence with a warmer tone than he had just moments ago.::
You requested permission to ask me a question before we got all cozy around the table with our lovely cups little cups here.
::Leans toward her over the table even further, lowering his voice.::
Do you still wish to ask me?
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 4:48:21 GMT
*Looking up from the cup, Roslyns expression turned deathly seriouse* Arrogance wasn't a concealed emotion in Theodore Nott. The fact that he didn't bother to tame it, set off a spark of anger which showed briefly through her flashing eyes. Then dissappeared as soon as it came.
"First off...to clear up a few things, know that I care nothing about blood status. My reputation doesn't concern me. As for my question.." *Her gaze hardened, though she kept her tone soft, barely above a whisper. "I want to know your true intentions, Mr. Nott. What do you hope to gain from this? I'm not so stupid to believe, you're actually enjoying my presence."
*Threading her fingers together in a professional manner, Roslyn leaned back in her seat. Her cold gaze still locked on Theodore* "Let's stop pretending for a moment, if you will...and just be honest. We're both adults."
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 19:59:27 GMT
::As he adds honey to his tea he notices a brief flash of anger, or a similar emotion in her eyes. Though it vanishes as quickly as it appeared, Theodore cannot help but wonder what caused it, but that too vanishes quickly, and he lifts his spoon to stir the honey into his tea.::
::Curls the corner of his lips, with each passing moment becoming more and more intrigued of this witch before him.::
Indeed we are, aren't we?
::Has every intention of being honest in answering her question, but he just needs a moment to choose a softer wording. He doesn't want her to get the wrong impression, which is a bit odd for Theodore. He doesn't care what people think about him, because he already knows the truth, but strangely he cares what Roslyn thinks. At least for the moment, until he's finished with her.::
::Sips his tea, taking his time. He refuses to look away from her, his expression much softer than the hardened one on her face, gazing intently on each of her features as a question of his own forms.::
I will give you an honest answer, but only if you will also oblige me, and allow me a question to be answered by you truthfully.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 20:22:42 GMT
"Fair enough." Was the simple response she gave him. Roslyn wasn't sure what he would ask, but she couldn't detect any signs of lying which was an improvement. Aside from that, she wasn't afraid, nor a hypocrite. To deny him the same in which she asked of him, would be hypocritical. Roslyn was a lot of things. But certainly not that.
Everyone else in the teashop went unnotticed to the witch. Her attention was fixed only on Theodore. She remained silent, as she wait for him to continue. Theodore wasn't one to be rushed, she'd learned as much in the little time they'd spent together.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 20:32:21 GMT
::Dips his head politely at her agreement. He was enjoying this little game.::
::Sits in the silence, dropping his eyes from hers only to replace the spoon on the saucer. Obviously the silence doesn't bother Theodore, and he is reasonably pleased that it also doesn't seem to bother Roslyn.::
::Nearly whispering himself, Theodore unconsciously leans further across the small table.::
What is it you want with me? You seemed immediately annoyed with me the moment we met.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 20:44:07 GMT
"I don't want anything from you, except honesty Mr. Nott." Roslyn stayed in the same position, never moving forward or back. They both wanted honesty, and she planned to hold up to her end of the agreement. "The reason for my annoyence will remain with me, until you answer my question. If you ever will, that is."
Roslyn had a feeling, this way his way of trying to turn things around. Trying to learn as much as he could from her, then leave her wondering with her own questions still un answered. "I wasn't aware, that I had made it seem as if I wanted something from you...but you certainly want something from me. What other reason would you continue playing this little game of ours?"
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 21:00:49 GMT
::Smiles brilliantly, folding his hands. He told her he would honestly answer her question, and so he does.::
I merely wished for a distraction, and there you where. But now... Now-
::Pauses, thinking over exactly why he didn't allow her to walk away into the snow. At first it was because of the agony he suffers at the memory of his mother, but that isn't it anymore. Roslyn captured his attention, and somehow has managed to keep it.::
I'm still deciding on that.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 21:16:03 GMT
*Staring at him, with an unreadable expression for a moment longer; Roslyn finally looked away, and back towards the window* "Honesty suits you, Theodore. " She muttered, before bringing her gaze back to his. "For your second question...I wasn't annoyed with you, the first moment we met. You gave off a certain vibe...lonliness, I suppose. I just felt it wouldn't be right to walk by as if I'd never saw you." *A light frown came to Roslyn's face at the thought.*
"That's a huge problem in the world today...too many things we choose to ignore, even when it's in our power to help. Though I was never sure...if I ever had the power to help you with whatever demons you struggled with. I wasn't thinking at all, only went with my heart." More words had slipped out, then Roslyn had intended; her eyes softening momentarily to a liquid blue, as she thought back to the scene she'd came upon.
"However, from the moment you spoke...I figured I had been given a false impression. You spoke in a civilized manner..but I could detect something vile underneath it all. Arrogance proved a strong trait, and there is where my annoyence came from." Her face once again taking on a neutral expression, Roslyn wait for Theodore to reply. He may have taken what she said the wrong way, but honesty is what he'd gotten.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 21:51:10 GMT
::Watches her blankly as she looks to the window, and finally takes a sip of his tea. For a moment he allows the flavor to consume him, but then he comes back to the tea shop, and continues to gaze at Roslyn. She wanted honesty, he gave it, and now she seems a bit bothered by his answer.::
::Chuckles softly::
Honesty also you suits you, my dear.
::He senses she might have shared more than she would have liked, and begins to file away what she has said into a little portion of his memory. He'll bring that back out and analyze it further another time.::
You were never given a false impression. At the time you came upon me, yes, I was quite lonely. The reason I wished for a bit of company. I can't deny who I am though. If you believe me to be arrogant, then I am sorry, but I cannot fix that. I won't change who I am to pacify another.
And you thought you couldn't cure whatever demons I may have. You're doing a splendid job of it so far. Which I would also like to offer my gratitude, and thanks.
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