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Post by Annie Devlin on Aug 14, 2009 15:14:09 GMT
*strolls in for a cheap drink during her lunch hour, wondering if she should just take the rest of the day of for no good reason*
*glances around as she reaches the counter and orders a rather large glass of spiced rum and spots absolutely nobody she knows, mostly because they all stick to the three broomsticks like average people*
*sees an interesting young man and bounds over, rather randomly excited*
*sits down right across from him*
Hey, how's it going?
*sips at her drink like she was expecting to meet him today anyway, and not at all like she had no idea who the guy was*
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Aug 14, 2009 15:24:41 GMT
*notices a woman making his way toward him, he soddenly becomes suspicious of her actions. He was even more thrown off as she took a seat across from him, he stares at her thinking to himself do i know her?. Tries to recall seeing her but her face doesn't seem to come to mind, he nods trying not to be rude ,but all the same still looking quite dumbfounded by this act of randomness.*
er.............hello, im sorry but do i know you?
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Post by Annie Devlin on Aug 14, 2009 15:25:36 GMT
*shakes her head and grins in a very sweet childish way*
No, not yet. I'm Annie Devlin.
*smart puts her hand out*
And you are?
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Aug 14, 2009 15:31:20 GMT
errr... OK
*looks at her hand still in confusion, not wanting to seem unfriendly he takes her hand and shakes it
Semaus....Seamus Finnigan, and nice to meet you miss Devlin. umm sorry if i seem a bit off ,its just its not everyday some stranger comes waltzing to your table and stars making conversation. but not like it will hurt anyone,after all never hurt to meet new people.
*glances over to a odd cloaked group of people then adds*
unless there nothing but trouble
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Post by Annie Devlin on Aug 14, 2009 15:40:47 GMT
*follows his glance to the strange crew of people*
Oh don't worry about it, nothing breaks out at such a weird hour like this, and if it does we'll just run and shoot curses over our shoulders. No problem.
*smirks*
So, what do you do?
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Aug 14, 2009 15:52:33 GMT
*nods giving them a slightly dark look*
speak for yourself, i had my share of them to know running wont be an option.But I'm sure they wont try anything funny here not anymore anyway,but then again there becoming bolder then usual. Did you hear about the attack a year ago down here, and the one last week?well i witnessed both of them. The girl attacked last week was my girlfriend ,and the other one i have no idea who it was. But i saw trouble so i rushed down here to help, man if i knew what was going on i would have never went alone.
*looks a lot more serious then before*
*shakes his head looking disappointed*
I'm still looking for a job, it seems the ruff times make it really hard to find one;at that a good one.
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Post by Annie Devlin on Aug 17, 2009 14:28:13 GMT
*listens to his sad little speach*
That's dreadful! I mean, yeah I heard of it, but it would've been just awful to have to witness it. I hope your girlfriends alright?
*gives him a wide eyed "I actually am genuinely concerned about you and your emotional health and your girlfriend" look*
*bounces in her seat, cheerful again*
You should work at the ministry! It's FUN.
*gets quiet suddenly, realizing what a Credenza idea it is to scream that you work at the ministry in this day in age*
...sorry...
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Aug 17, 2009 22:41:24 GMT
*nods looking apologetic *
well shes doing well know,of course she was at the hospital for quite some time know, and it was awful i nearly went after the basted me self, of course she stooped me before i had the chance.
*smiles happy to see someone concern for them but found it odd that a complete stranger wound care so much after just hearing his story*
*gives her a gloomy look kinda unsure of that suggestion but then again he found it probably necessary right about time,after all he knew they needed all the help they could get right about know*
*looks around wishing she hadn't just announced to everyone that they where engaged or talking about the ministry*
errr....um yes i don't know right about know, and to tell you the truth I'm not a big fan of the ministry.
*leans in and whispers so pass byers couldn't hear*
after all they haven't been entirely truthful lately
*gives her a serious look*
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Aug 23, 2009 23:16:41 GMT
*Smirks* I do indeed, but fortunately, you meet them... *Moves his head forward, tantalizingly slowly, to brush his lips against hers* *Raises a hand to snake into her hair, holding her close, before pulling away again, a twinkle in his eyes* *Smiles brightly, happy that she falls into his standards when it comes to witches.* Indeed, how fortunate for me. *Nibbles on her lip as he moves closer, stopping when his lips graze hers, her eyes closing slightly with the feeling. Shivers run up and down her spine as his hand slips into her hair, unable to tear her gaze away from his gorgeous face.* Y-you sure know how to make my blood boil. *Drops her eyes, blushing a bit, afraid she gave away too much.* |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 1, 2009 1:19:14 GMT
*Strolls into the Hog's Head, taking a look around. Pulls self up into an empty seat at the bar. Crosses legs and straightens back.*
*Looks around for bartender. Feeling a little daring, orders some Firewhiskey.*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Sept 1, 2009 1:43:42 GMT
*Left the Ministry in dire need for a drink, and no desire to be in Diagon Alley, Zero apparates just outside of The Hog's Head Inn.* *He pulls the door open, and slips around the tables to the bar, perching himself upon the first available stool he sees. He smooths out the jacket of his suit with one hand the other rapping sharply upon the bar top to get the bar tenders attention.* *His velvet voice sharp, and demanding.* Fire-whiskey. |
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 1, 2009 1:47:45 GMT
*Looks over to her new company at the bar. Forms a small smirk.*
Nice choice.
*Raises her own glass and drowns nearly half of it*
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Post by Zero Quinn on Sept 1, 2009 1:51:35 GMT
*Turns to face the witch whom is speaking to him, a tight lipped smile in place.*
It appears that you needed the drink just as badly as I do.
*Lifts his glass to his lips, and swallows the entire contents in one gulp. Turns back to the bartender, demanding.*
Another. For her as well.
*Turns back to the witch.*
I'm assuming that one isn't enough.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 1, 2009 2:41:50 GMT
*Raises eyebrows, smirk still on her lips. Finishes off her drink*
Of course not, thank you.
*Pulls a cigarette out of her purse, placing it loosely between her lips. Lights it, taking a long drag. Exhales slowly, watching the smoke twirl towards the ceiling.*
Hope the smoke doesn't bother you. I'm Pansy.
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Post by Zero Quinn on Sept 1, 2009 2:47:17 GMT
*Wrinkles his nose in disgust as she lights up a cigarette. Such a filthy habit. Watches as the bartender sets their drinks before them, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the gold to pay for them.*
A pleasure, I'm sure.
Zero.
*Watches the smoke curl from her burning cigarette as he sips on his fresh glass of fire-whiskey.*
That habit of yours isn't very becoming on you.
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