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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 20, 2008 16:21:41 GMT
*Smiles*
The Three Broomsticks isn't too bad, not normally too crowded.
Hmm, I'm getting fed up of Firewhisky.
*Calls over the barman and orders a butterbeer*
So, you said you got called to London. What for, if I'm not intruding?
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Post by maggie on Aug 20, 2008 16:45:38 GMT
Not been to the three broom sticks yet.
*shrugs*
Oh nothing to exciting, an associate is in need of my services and asked me to come to London. So here I am
*smiles*
So will you be working as a journalist here in London?
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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 20, 2008 16:58:11 GMT
*Listens and wonders what her 'services' are*
Oh.
*Moves a strand of hair from her eyes and ponders her question*
I don't know really. It's never been somthing I love doing, just something to do if you see what I mean.
*Focusing on a scratch on the bar she continues*
I always wanted to do something with potions, but my Father didn't think it was suitable. Now I can do what I like, so I'm still deciding.
*Smiles*
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Post by maggie on Aug 21, 2008 5:48:27 GMT
*nods*
I completely understand what it's like not to be able to choose your own career but rather to have it thrust upon you.
*she replies bitterly*
Though luck it would seem has come your way. You have the opportunty to change your life. I must say I'm rather jealous
*gives a tinkling laugh*
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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 21, 2008 12:48:02 GMT
*Smiles at her and becomes extremely curious as to what she does*
Yes its not too great, is it? I ended up hating my job and hating the collegues that loved what they were doing. It wasn't nice.
*Laughs, rolling her eyes*
Well knowing me, I'm not sure how long that luck will hold out! The bad luck just seems to creep up on me!
*Sips her drink*
So, will you be returning home after finishing... whatever services you are conducting here?
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Post by maggie on Aug 21, 2008 14:56:45 GMT
I haven't decided yet to be honest, it will depend on what fortunes come upon me in my time here, as to whether I remain to return to Scotland.
*she smiles as she notices the way in which Liiandra mentioned her services, she could tell the women was keen to know what it was that Charlotte did. She was however still not ready to talk about her work*
Do you have a particular er.. shall we say affiliation in regards to all the trouble the wizarding world has been having of late?
*she asks curiously, if Charlotte was ever to tell this woman what she was doing in London it was something she needed to know*
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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 21, 2008 15:09:23 GMT
*Smiles*
Yes, of course. Understandably.
*Looks at Charlotte and then around the room, deciding how she should phrase her answer*
I, erm.. my family is very old and pureblooded, we are quite closely related to the Blacks. You may know my... other relatives. The Weasley's?
I have nothing to do with them. I don't think they even know who I am..
*Hoping that Charlotte gets her hint that she has nothing to do with the Weasley's, in fact quite the opposite*
Yourself?
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Post by maggie on Aug 22, 2008 14:24:51 GMT
*is still not convinced she can trust this woman, though Charlotte trusted almost no one at all so that was nothing new*
To be honest I have no real allegiance either way, but for the purpose of job security I have aligned myself with those who would not have accepted me if my family wasn't... shall we say of good wizarding stock!
*laughs*
My having a mean streak also helps
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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 22, 2008 22:30:03 GMT
*Smiles*
I couldn't care less either way to be honest, but family loyalties and all that.
*Gives her a girlish grin*
I can relate to that.
*Takes a sip of her drink*
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Post by maggie on Aug 23, 2008 6:10:43 GMT
It would seem we are of a similar mind then
*smiles and takes a sip of rum*
Well I must be going soon, off to London to try and get some information about where I can board my Horse! I could not possible live without him. I have already been without him for longer than I care to be.
*finishes her drink*
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Post by Liiandra Prewett on Aug 23, 2008 12:40:56 GMT
*Nods slowly*
Indeed.
*Finishes her own drink and places the glass on the bar*
Yes, I'd better be off myself. I promised my mother a floo call today.
*Rolls her eyes*
She's probably sitting by the fire waiting for me.
*stands up, grabs her cloak and smiles at Charlotte*
Its was nice meeting you, anyway. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to owl me.
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Post by maggie on Aug 28, 2008 3:35:59 GMT
*watches the woman leave and waves her goodbye*
*pays the barman and turning on the spot apparates out*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Aug 30, 2008 19:40:37 GMT
*barges in through the door, cloak on and hood tightly over her head, and has a good look around hoping to find Bletchley in his favourite hang out* *narrows eyes suspiciously at the cloaked figure sitting at a table near the back* *goes up to the bar and orders a glass of wine, eyes darting back to the man* *realises it is Bletchley now that she's had a closer look so she pays for her drink and saunters over to him* What the hell were you thinking?  |
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Post by Miles Bletchley on Aug 30, 2008 19:56:23 GMT
*sighs and doesn't look up from his drink*
What? He started it. He ran after me, remember?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Aug 30, 2008 20:04:07 GMT
But you stayed to fight him! Do you still have a death wish or something?
*grumbles with annoyance and flops down on the chair across from him with crossed arms*
And you hurt me. Why didn't you just get out of there immediately?
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