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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 2, 2007 16:54:22 GMT -5
The brunette walked into the shady pub. Every weekend for the last couple years he had been hanging out around here. School robes clung to his thin frame. A cloak hid his tan toned body from other's eyes. He didn't like showing of his frame to others. Hazel eyes traveled 'round the small room. His eyes landed on the familiar bar tenders old, scarred face. He walked over to him and ordered a butterbeer. He payed the small amount and took the frothy drink in his hand. He lifted it and the cold drink hit his throat. He talked with the tall man who was sitting next to him for a bit before the door opened. The rush of cold made his head turn and his breath caught in his throat. Why would she be here? Of all places he didn't think that the blond would come to this pub. It didn't fit her personality. He watched her for a bit before walking over to her table, This seat isn't taken is it? He didn't want the answer to be "no".
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Post by Ana Gini (Riddle) on Dec 3, 2007 17:27:48 GMT -5
She looked up, raising a brow at the guy who stood befr her. Why not, right? She shook her head, he seemed taken with her, and that gave her good enough reason to let him. He registered in her mind, probably in the same house.
"No, go right ahead," She glanced around the pub. He had obviously asked because he wanted to sit wiht her, most of the seats were taken by other people. She put on a nice smile. "I'm Ana," She knew he knew that, but she didn't know his name and wanted to figure it out. They seeed to not match, her in her tan suede jacket with the rabbit fur around it and him in cloak. Her jacket showed off her frame, but he didn't seem to care about things like that.
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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 3, 2007 17:34:45 GMT -5
He nodded at her name, he had heard about her, a sketchy Gryffindor, one of the few. A smile crossed his lips as he sat down. Ross. Ross Diggory. He paused and let the smile vanish before saying his last name. The younger brother of Cedric. A cruel hard year it was when he died. He glanced up at her and gave a short, undecided smile. Most people would shift and try to keep the subject away from Cedric, Ross always noticed and it made him uncombable when that happened. |
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Post by Ana Gini (Riddle) on Dec 3, 2007 22:22:04 GMT -5
"Cool. You're a Gryffindor, right?" She asked, smiling at him. He seemed pleasant enough. His name seemed familiar, but she tried to rub it off. Then it hit her. Her father had killed him. She didn't let the realization show on her face, she kept it poker straight. Her father had taught her how to hide information, she could conceal it well. "So, what brings you over to my table?" She continued. He was probably some stalker, but she would see how it played out.
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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 4, 2007 13:32:11 GMT -5
He nodded, a different house than his brother. His tri-wizard brother. The death had hit him terribly hard. Yeah, you probably know that Vodlemort killed him. He didn't care if he used that name, because the man deserved no respect in his mind.
He gave a little smile and shrugged, Just wanted to talk to a familiar face, or at least a human one. He looked over at he troll he had originally been talking to.
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Post by Ana Gini (Riddle) on Dec 4, 2007 17:46:28 GMT -5
She looked down, disguising her guilt with a little shyness. "Sorry about your brother." He was so open about it...especially the part about hating her dad. It gave her an extreme need to hex him, but she just told herself that he didn't know. She glanced over at the troll, "I don't know, I think he's kind of cute. Is he your type?" She raised a brow playfully.
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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 4, 2007 18:09:28 GMT -5
He shrugged as she apologized, It's okay, it's not like it was you or anything. It wasn't Vodemort either, it was the coward Pettigrew. He would have been much happier if Cedric had died at the hands of Voldemort.
He looked over at the troll and shook his head, Not really. I don't go for the big, ugly, bald types. He looked over at her and looked down shyly, My types more of the small, blond beauties. He glanced up and waited for her answer. He had just described her, wither she would catch on or not...
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Post by Ana Gini (Riddle) on Dec 4, 2007 20:19:12 GMT -5
She gave a sly smile. He was cute when he got to it...and when he didn't really talk about her father. She swung her hair over her shoulder, smiling. "That's nice, I think those types are the best kind of girl for anyone," she joked.
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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 5, 2007 12:28:52 GMT -5
He felt his cheeks tinge a gentle shade of pink, and he laughed nervously. So what about you? the question was blunt. That's the way he was sometimes though, he needed to know the answer. What type of guy is right for you?
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Post by Ana Gini (Riddle) on Dec 5, 2007 18:20:16 GMT -5
"Well, I could lie, but I am going to tell you that it depends on the day," Ana raised her brow. "I am an adventure with how much a change my mind." He probably thought she was exaggerating, but in all honesty, one day she could be just like anyone and like the nice guy, and others she would go after the bad boy, someone who made her heart race and she could be vindictive around.
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Post by Ross Diggory on Dec 30, 2007 17:24:28 GMT -5
He nodded, he understood that. A few friends of his were like that in a way. They would chase after the attractive bookworm one day but then chase after the bad ones who they could have fun with. He was always the one who went after the ones who were nice, understanding, and bright. They had to have a certian spark to them too or else it wouldn't work.
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