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[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Cringes at the sickening crack of muscle, trying to put the strange girl out her line of sight, wondering how the man can stand it*

*Turns to Daphne again*

I've been writing you for ages, but we never seem to have time to get together! How have you been?

[Daphne Greengrass]

*sits down next to her and orders a drink*

Oh nothing much. I seem to keep missing you whenever we try to get together. you?

[Augustus Rookwood]

"Anyway..." Rookwood said. "I hope I didnt scare you in anyway on our last talk." He smirked a bit.

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*As she notices Daphne, a light goes up for Priscilla, and she realizes that the reason why the dark-haired one seemed ever so slightly familiar was no other than the fact that she went to the same school as herself, in the same house, nonetheless. Very glad none but herself is aware of this little embarassment, Priss turnes back to Rookwood again, ingoring her piers.*

"I said you really do stick to you guns, as they say." *Again, Priss puts a thick emphasis on the muggle expression.*

"And why on earth should I be frightened, Mr. Rookwood. I assume there are no reasons for me to fear, am I right?"

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Smiles at her*

Well, just finished settling into my new house. I'm actually starting up my own apothecary, so I'm trying to find a suitable building for lease right now. Other than my cat trying to torture and kill my new owl, nothing else is really new.

*Laughs, then becomes silent as she leans over and whispers to Daphne*

Those people at the table just over there- do you know who they are? I've never seen them, and I've been in the village for a few months.

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood laughed. "Your not suggesting that I-I like her?" He muttered so only Priscilla can her. "I dont even know her." He added. "No I suppose you have no reason to fear me."

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

"Well, the fact that while I'm still talking of your little escapade with a ministry worker, you seem to be caught up thinking the conversation is about her, says more about that than any suggestions I might make..." *Priss wore a pleased smirk and a raised left eyebrow, challenging him.*

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood had no comment, he could feel a bit more rage rising up in him, but he wasnt about to take it out on a Slytherin student. "Dont make me leg-lock you again." He said, as that was all he could really think of.

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

"Temper, temper. To be quite honest, my dear Mr.Rookwood, I think a leg-locking would do you much more good than it would me, as you can't even stay on your chair," she teased him crisply. She could feel his anger rising and the vibrations it sent into the air tantalized her like fear in the nostrils of a cainine.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Finishes her meal, taking another sip of butterbeer, while listening to Daphne's chatter about school. Handing Daphne a fork, the two share the slice of scrumptious chocolate cheesecake, then laugh, deciding to order another. She hears nothing of the man's last few comments while paying attention to her friend*

Oh, goodness, that was positively delicious, that almost beats the ones they serve at Hogwarts, doesn't it?

*Smirks knowingly at Daphne, before throwing a quick glance toward Priscilla, vaguely recalling her from somewhere, hearing her taunting the stranger*

[Augustus Rookwood]

"Smart words Priscilla. Tell me have you ever thought about joining the Deatheaters?" Joked Rookwood back, knowing if others heard what he said they would believe he was joking.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Eyes sharply glance over at the man when he mentions Death Eaters, knowing her twin sister was among their ranks*

*Whispers to Daphne*

I wonder if he knows Sapphira... then he must be a Death Eater too....

*Strains to hear the rest of the conversation without being obvious*

[Priscilla Medusa Chimaera]

*Priss bursts out in laughter, her cackling an unnerving sound, like the ones that haunt the corridors of the restricted asylum-sections of St. Mungo's at night. And then in a mili-second her face is grave and serious, although a twisted grin lurks in the corners of her open mouth.*

"And why on earth would I want to go and do that, Mr. Rookwood?"

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood smirked evily, and leaned in, his lips by her ear. "Because....I am a Deatheater." He whispered, then he leaned back in his chair, gazing at her with his still evil smirk.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*Inhales sharply as she manages to catch the man's low whisper, nearly knocking her butter beer over*

*Thinks to herself, not daring to say it aloud in front of Daphne*

I have to talk to him, somehow!