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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 22:04:45 GMT
*Roslyn shrugged, with indifference to his compliment.* "Well...I never said I wanted you to change. You shouldn't...not for me at least." *Her gaze became more intence, with the honesty in her statement.* "Being true to yourself is most important. Obviously you already know that...which is good."
*Running out of things to say, Roslyn settled into silence, as she sipped her tea. Allowing herself to become lost in thought.* Sometimes words weren't needed. It was comforting to be able to share silence, that was neither tense or awkward.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 22:27:23 GMT
::Theodore follows suit and also begins to drink his tea. He begins to think over the conversation they've been having, not at all surprised they disagree on a few points. However, there are a few things they do share. The silence, for instance. Theodore doesn't know many witches or wizards that can sit silently with another, and not feel uncomfortable. Roslyn does just that, though.::
::Breaks the silence to point this out.::
You realize that we do have a few things in common, don't you? As we sit here quietly sharing our tea, you seem perfectly content. I have yet to meet a witch or a wizard that can seem comfortable enough around me to shut their gobs, and just exist.
There's a lot to be said for silence.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 22:38:34 GMT
"Yes, well...there's just no sense in filling conversation with mind less babble. When words become too difficult to find, it's best not to force them. Just sit in silence, and allow yourself to think." *Roslyn nodded, appreciatively.*
At that moment the waitress finally arrived with their food. *Roslyn reached into her purse, and paid the women enough money for the both herself and Theodore; as well as a small tip* It was only out of politness, though she wasn't sure what Theodore would make of the small gesture.
"Thank you Miss..." *Offering a sweet smile, Roslyn turned back to sipping her tea*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 22:52:20 GMT
::Theodore's eyes nearly pop out of his head as Roslyn hands the waitress enough gold to pay for everything. Straight away he begins to protest, and reaches for his pocket, but only to be too late. The woman is now walking away from them.::
::He sits back in his chair, gaining his cool composure, and eyes Roslyn without touching so much as a tine on the fork. Carefully he folds his hand under his chin, elbows on both sides of the plate, and clicks his tongue in annoyance. Clearly her gesture bothers him.::
::Warmly::
Thank you most kindly, Roslyn. Your gesture was very nice, and I am grateful, but you shouldn't have done it.
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 23:03:27 GMT
*Roslyn looked at Theodores expression, as the waitress took the money, and walked away* It was pricelss, and Roslyn's cheeks turned pink, while trying to save Theodore the embarressment of laughing at him. However as soon as the waitress had gone, and Theodore made a sound of annoyence, Roslyn let out a soft, genuine laugh.*
*Covering her mouth, with a delicate hand; Roslyn looked at Theodore, her eyes shining with amusement.* "It's already done, Mr. Nott. No use in lingering on the subject." *Trying to regain her composure, Roslyn looked towards the plate of mouth watering biscuts instead* The scent was heavenly, and her stomache lightly growled- much to her own embaressment.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 23:15:29 GMT
::Is still annoyed but eases up a bit at the sight of her amusement. Finally a true reaction out of her, and Theodore knows he's got his foot firmly in the door. Now all he has to do is give it a little shove.::
::Reaches forward to grasp her hand lightly as he wishes to pull it away from her face.::
Why do you cover your smile? It is a most lovely sight, I wish you wouldn't.
::Ignores the cookies on his plate, and gazes deeply into her eyes.::
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Dec 30, 2009 23:31:43 GMT
*All amusement gone now, Roslyn looked at Theodore; her expression blank once again. She pulled her hand free of his light grasp; not quite comfortable enough to allow any physical contact between the two.* Having a feeling, he was up to something; the invisible barriers, which Roslyn had allowed to slip for a moment, came back full force.
"I've heard that phrase before Mr. Nott. As I've said, flattery get's you nowhere." *Holding his gaze, with a fiery look of her own; Roslyn sat stiffly a seriouse air around her.*
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 30, 2009 23:51:33 GMT
::Whatever little progress he gained with Roslyn was quickly taken away as she forces up the barrier again. He returns his hand to his side of the table, not concerned at all with the way she pulled away from him. It seems she's a tough nut to crack, and Theodore is growing bored.::
You really should learn how to accept a compliment.
::Rises smoothly out of the chair, slipping his hand into his pocket to withdraw enough gold to repay Roslyn for everything.::
It would do wonders for your self esteem.
::Slides his cloak off the chair, and wraps it tightly over his shoulders, hooking the sliver clasp.::
If you'll please excuse me, unfortunately I promised an old friend a meeting tonight, and I shouldn't be late. However, I would most certainly like to see you again, and hope that you might find the time for me, and send an owl.
::Tosses the gold onto the table, and bows respectively to the witch.::
Good night, Roslyn.
::With that he turns sharply to face the door, and glides smoothly out into the cold winter's night.::
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Rita Skeeter
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Apr 4, 2011 22:04:44 GMT
*Rita struts into Madam Puddifoot's, curling her lip at the frilly doilies on the tables and antimacassars on the chairs. She really does despise overly-frilly, screechingly feminine things. Rita prefers dragonskin and acid green and purple to all things pink and frilly, but this was an important business meeting she had to attend to*
*Walks up to Madam Puddifoot and snaps at her*
Chai tea with milk, and make it snappy. Time is money, dear.
*Sighs when told they don't have chai*
Fine. Make it Earl Grey with milk and sugar, and give me one of those doughnuts too. It's not got custard in, does it?
*Curls her lip*
Eclair, then.
*Sighs loudly*
This is really dreadful. It would be a shame if I were to write a review of this place for the Prophet. I'm sure you don't need any more bad publicity ...
*Smirks as Madam Puddifoot quickly puts her order together, and tells her the eclair is on the house*
Wonderful. When Miss Gauthier arrives, do direct her to my table, won't you?
*Takes a seat in a corner that gives her a good view of the room, and scowls at the room, thinking it looks like someone vomited lace all over everything. It reminds her of her grandmother's house.*
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Apr 4, 2011 22:15:23 GMT
Tallia walked in after apparating just outside, dressed for the occaision in a pinstriped dress that screamed IMPORTANT PERSON. She crossed to the counter and ordered a pot of green tea for one with lemon. Madam Puddifoot looked flustered and when Tallia enquired, the older woman merely motioned at a table across the room. Tallia glanced over her shoulder and smiled. Rita had already arrived, apparently. On the agreement that the tea would be brought over, Tallia walked across to Rita's table.
Placing her black clutch bag down on the table, Tallia slipped gracefully into the seat opposite Rita. They'd met on a number of occaisions and Rita had written the occaisional piece for Witch Weekly, but after the recent success of Rita's column in the Prophet, Tallia wanted to make a more permanent deal. "Good morning," she said pleasantly, crossing her hands on the tabletop. "Hope I'm finding you well, Rita."
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Apr 4, 2011 22:36:03 GMT
*Rita watches the younger woman approach her, and purses her lips, inwardly criticising her. She thinks, Hemline's too high, neckline's too low ... ideal outfit for a journalist to get a story out of a man. Still hate her shoes, though.*
*Fakes a broad smile as Tallia sits down opposite her*
Tallia, darling!Long time, no see.
*Leans forward and makes an air kiss in Tallia's general direction*
I am positively blooming, darling. How are you?
*Sneers at Madam Puddifoot as she drops off the teas, and sips her Earl Grey*
Acceptable, I suppose.
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Apr 4, 2011 22:43:01 GMT
Tallia kept the smile on her face, although she didn't much like Rita Skeeter. She was like a pet adder: lovely until you got to close, then horribly venoumous. Still, Tallia wasn't planning on getting too close. This was purely business.
She accepted her tea with a small nod to Madam Puddifoot and began pouring from the pot into the waiting tea cup. "Oh, I'm fine, Rita," she said brightly, dropping the little slice of lemon into the cup and swirling it around with the spoon provided. She moved the cup closer to her on the table, placing it on one of the little lacy doilies before looking up at Rita again.
"Shall we get down to business?" she said briskley. She had other things to do today, and as charming as sipping tea in a room covered in lace was, she needed to be on her way. "I want you to write for Witch Weekly," she said, crossing her hands on the table again, wearing her most serious proposition face.
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Apr 4, 2011 22:52:41 GMT
*Sips her tea*
That's just super. So glad you're well.
*Adjusts her rhinestone-encrusted glasses, and looks at Tallia over the top of them*
Yes, you mentioned that in your owl letter recently.
*Smirks, and spoons more sugar into her tea*
I don't come cheaply, I hope you know. I am a published author, after all, and I have legions of fans.
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Post by Tallia Gauthier on Apr 4, 2011 22:57:53 GMT
Tallia lifted her tea cup elegantly to her lips, taking a small sip. It was still quite hot, so she put it down again and settled back in her chair, crossing her legs under the table. "Oh Rita, you insult me. I know how valuable you are. Did my letter not make that clear?" After seeing Cuffe the other day, she was even more eager to get Rita for Witch Weekly. She was slowly but surely building her empire and Rita's gossip would just be the cherry on top. People did indeed love Rita's writing, whether they actually believed any of it or not. "How much did you have in mind?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she watched the other journalist.
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Apr 4, 2011 23:12:28 GMT
*Titters politely, and laces her fingers, resting her (gigantic) chin on them*
Oh, of course it did, darling! I just wanted to make sure that we know where we stand. Dear old Barnabus will not be happy if I go running off to Witch Weekly, so I will be wanting some security.
*Smirks*
Enough for me to buy a couple of oiled-up, muscular servant boys to tend to my every whim? Barnabus has me on four thousand galleons per annum. I want at least a ten per cent increase on that, my own desk, an assistant, and a three year contract minimum.
*Smiles artificially*
Too expensive for you?
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