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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Jun 29, 2010 19:05:54 GMT
*Yanks open the door to the Hog's Head with a scowl in place. If Honeydukes wouldn't have been so ruddy busy she could have had more time to spend in Hogsmeade, and now she has to hurry up and have a quick butterbeer before heading back. The trouble is, Olivia isn't exactly aware of how late she actually is.*
*Long, white blonde locks flow over the witch's shoulders, and she pulls scarlet red robes tight around her tiny frame as she approaches the bar. It looks like only creepy crawlies enjoy this particular pub, and she isn't too keen on touching much of anything.*
*Carefully, without touching a thing, she settles on a stool neatly, and turns her icy blue eyes onto the barkeep, ordering her drink in a timid fashion. The last thing she needs to do is draw attention to herself, and have one of these dodgy looking chaps come crawling over and scaring the daylights out of her.*
I must be mad as March for coming in here.
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Jun 29, 2010 19:21:37 GMT
*Looks up as he hears the door open, his eyes falling on the girl that enters*
*Licks his lips, unable to stop himself imagining her blood pouring over his lips, trickling down his throat*
*Shudders*
*Moves around a stall silently and leans against the bar next to her*
*Looks at the barkeeper, a small smile playing on his lips*
I'll have a vodka, and put both drinks on the d'Eath tab.
*Turns to face the girl, still smiling*
Good evening.
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Jul 1, 2010 19:52:59 GMT
"Good evening."
*Jumps, surprised by the sudden voice that was now addressing her. The last thing that was expected was that someone was actually going to come over and speak to her.*
*Blinks before peeking to the stranger out of the corner of her eye, and returns his greeting with a timid response.*
"E-evening."
*The ordered butterbeer was set neatly before her, and a slightly trembling hand reaches for the mug. This bloke next to her certainly did a job of frightening her, and again she knew she shouldn't have come to this place.*
"Thanks."
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Jul 3, 2010 19:24:08 GMT
*Smirks, knocking his hood back as he looks down at her, pulling his glasses off to show those famous blue eyes*
Yes, good evening indeed.
*Smiles charmingly, holding out his hand to her*
Let me introduce myself; Lorcan d'Eath.
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Jul 6, 2010 22:16:51 GMT
*Still shaking slightly, she liftes the glass to her lips, and takes a mouthful of warming butterbeer. Her eyes turned toward the chap as he started moving, taking notice that he was removing his hood and dark glasses.*
*Before she could even swallow, her hands began to shake more violently this time, and her heart skipped two beats, stopped, and spluttered back to life again. She recognised that face. That...that God like face.*
Holy sh!te! It's Lorcan d'Eath. MERLIN'S BOLL@CKS!
*Screams mentally, struggling to get the butterbeer down her throat before spitting it all over the bar.*
*Hastily sets the mug down as she manages to finally swallow the mouthful of butterbeer. It sploshes all over the bar, and her cheeks burn bright when she mumbles in response without thinking first.*
I - I know wh- who you are.
*Reaches out to take his hand into hers that is still trembling, certain she looks as foolish as she feels.*
O- Olivia. Olivia Lil- Lillywhite.
*Produces the most cheerful smile she can conjure, hoping it doesn't make her look hopping mad like some of his other fans probably look when meeting him.*
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Jul 9, 2010 11:51:34 GMT
*Smirks, watching her movements become fevered*
*Takes her hand, lowering his head to press his cold lips to the back*
Olivia. What a pretty name.
*Smiles charmingly, letting her hand go and lifting his glass to take a sip of the clear liquid*
What brings a beautiful young thing like you into a place like this?
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Jul 12, 2010 23:47:18 GMT
*Eyes widen to the size of saucers the moment he takes her hand, and kisses it lightly with his noticeably cold, yet soft lips. She tries to hide the shiver of pleasure, and unconsciously begins to bat her eyelashes at him.*
Thank you, Mr. d'Eath.
*Drops her eyes, flushing beet red, and takes her glass into her hands. Before taking a drink she glances up at him from under her lashes, feeling utterly foolish, and answers in her usual sweet as sugar tone.*
I- I uh... I came here to get a butterbeer before heading back up to... Uh... the castle?
*Isn't exactly certain what she's saying, and continues to peek at him as she rambles off more information than he probably needed.*
Yeah, today was Hogsmeade Weekend, and I...uh...came here after taking a few turns around the village. Lucky I did now that I think of it. I mean, I can't believe I'm actually meeting you.
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Jul 14, 2010 21:35:37 GMT
*Leans towards her slightly*
Please, call me Lorcan.
*Sips his vodka, his eyes never leaving her face*
What a shame. I guess that means I couldn't take you out somewhere. I was hoping to treat you to a night out.
*Smiles winningly*
A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be cooped up in a pub like this.
*Fakes a sigh*
But if you need to get back to school...
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Post by Olivia Lillywhite on Jul 18, 2010 20:29:50 GMT
*Grins shyly before eyes widening in horror.*
*Thinks.*
Did I really say something about school? What the hell is wrong with me?
*Rolls her eyes at herself for speaking too honestly, and wishes she could hide herself under the stool she's sitting on until Lorcan leaves.*
*Blurts out hardly seconds after Lorcan finishes speaking.*
NO!
*Begins to shake her head violently before her cheeks turned scarlet as she realised she spoke a little too quickly.*
I- I mean...uh...no, no I don't have to get back.
*Flashes him what she hopes is a flirty grin, eyes shinning.*
I would love to get outta here. A night out sounds brilliant.
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Post by Lorcan d'Eath on Jul 18, 2010 23:42:47 GMT
*Smirks, leaning towards her a little*
Oh, no... I couldn't possibly whisk you away from school.
I mean, of course, that wonderful meal I had my chef prepare earlier will go to waste, but I wouldn't want you to be missed.
*Smiles, enticingly*
Unless you thought you wouldn't be...
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Dec 10, 2010 17:06:15 GMT
Francis walked into the Hogs Head, glad to be wearing his muggle clothes again. He wasn't the biggest fan of the Hogwarts school uniform. He felt much more comfortable in his jeans, trainers, tshirt and leather jacket. Every holiday it was such a release to be able to dress normally again. However, normally when he was going home, he'd wait til he got to his to change, but he kinda wanted to present Genevieve with the muggle experience from the off. He wondered what she would wear. Hopefully she would have had the foresight to wear something comfortable and practical for riding the motorbike. If not, he'd have to find her something of his mother's to wear. He wasn't going to risk her scraping off most of her skin if she did fall off. That wouldn't be very good promotion for motorbikes.
Francis crossed to a seat near the fireplace to wait for Genevieve, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself. They weren't technically supposed to leave Hogsmeade when they were let out of school, but he'd never been caught before.
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Post by Genevieve Stark on Dec 10, 2010 21:07:09 GMT
*Genevieve pushes open the heavy wooden door to the Hog's Head and steps inside, glad to be back indoors and away from the biting cold. She did dress for the season though (a snow white tweed coat and emerald green scarf over all black - form fitting sweater, skinny trousers and lace-up boots), because even though she isn't sure exactly where Francis lives, chances are it will be cold there too.
She stops and looks around the old creepy pub, making a mental note not to touch anything, when she spots Francis sitting near the fire. Smiling at him, she makes her way across the room to join him.*
Great choice of venue, Hufflepuff.
*She says sarcastically (yet playfully) with a snicker, her hands deep in her pockets, obviously not at ease here.*
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Post by Francis Eric Thorne on Dec 13, 2010 1:44:33 GMT
Francis looked up as he noticed someone approaching, unable to stop the smile as he recognised Genevieve. For a while he'd been certain the beautiful Slytherin wouldn't turn up, but here she was. "Not staying," he replied, standing up once she was in front of him. He wouldn't have asked her here for a drink or anything like that. Not that she would have agreed to a drink with him... She was only here because he'd tricked her into it with the ink pot. He needed to remember that.
Walking around the table towards the fire, Francis grabbed a handful of floo powder from the pot on the mantlepiece...
Continued here
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Post by Sebastian Bordeaux on Mar 2, 2011 2:09:49 GMT
*Meanders into the Hog's Head, wanting a drink after putting in a couple hours of magical cleaning at Sky Candles. That place was an absolute disaster after the break-in. However, he had enough money to keep it open so he did not close the business.*
*Sighs and strides up to the bar, clutching the glowing magical piece of parchment that connected him to Zero, his boyfriend. He hadn't heard from his lover in weeks and he was running out of reasons as to why.*
*Thinks.*
I'll try writing him once more.
*Writes onto the magical parchment.* Dearest Zero, Where are you? I'm at the Hog's Head. Please answer or I am assuming you have lost your mind or that the Ministry has captured you for your involvement with the Cause. If you do not reply in an hour I am going to find you, my grace darling.
*Silently waits, lazily taking shots of Firewhisky as he worries.*
*Disapparates, hurrying to the Ministry.*
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Post by Larkin Cooper on Mar 15, 2011 18:52:30 GMT
Larkin entered the Hog's head Inn, wanting to be somewhat in public, but also opting for a more solitary location than the Three Broomsticks. It was becoming a habit for the solitary witch to dine out, and her need to be around other people was starting to become quite the annoyance to Larkin. She had always preferred being alone, ever since she can remember, but for the past few weeks, with everything that had been going on, she had harbored a secret craving for company.
She had taken to dining out to get her fixes, that way she could be around people, perhaps have a few conversations, but wouldn't be bothered by having to deal with them for long periods of time. Larkin glanced about the room seeing only a few others, a female student talking to someone who appeared far to old for her and a few others. The witch strolled over to an empty booth and removed her cloak before sitting down. Larkin sighed, feeling annoyed with herself but still not able to bring herself to leave, so she ordered a glass of wine and looked over the menu while she waited.
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