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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:09 pm
*Adjusts his glasses* Yes, well, that is how Zabini feels as well. He's filing to have Hailsmen's ban lifted - he's about to go to court and I thought you might want to attend as a character witness, it's rushed because the Healers' Board wants it done with, Zabini hasn't had time to contact anyone -
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 12:11 pm
Oh, absolutely, just a moment, I'll have to gather some paperwork - *Slams the door unthinkingly in Percy's face and nearly trips over her own feet as she claws off her clothes, summoning replacements from her bedroom and dragging them on as she staggers mostly dressed into the kitchen*
Rowle - you've got to come with me, I need to appear in court..
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2009 8:20 pm
No. *Answers honestly again, and opens his mouth to reply to Hermione, but sits there with his mouth opening and closing slightly at her command*
...............
*Starts to rattle things off in the order of what makes him the happiest the moment she appears in the kitchen*
Money. Chocolate cake. Alcohol. Sex. You......
*Trails off for a few seconds*
............ cinnamon rolls...................... dra- *Pauses as if this might not be completely the truth, or if he's unsure*... drawing...
*Trails off again, but adds nothing else, just sitting around and waiting for further orders/suggestions*
((And of course it's Rowle, so things that make him happy are likely because of some twisted reason. xP))
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2009 12:24 pm
*Opens her mouth to comment on chocolate cake coming before sex but seems to think better of it*
Nevermind.
*Waves a hand slightly to brush her confusion off*
Just - just come with me and keep quiet, alright? I'll let you finish off whatever alcohol I've got in my kitchen after the hearing. And I'll bake you a chocolate cake.
*Places her hands on his shoulders to draw him up from the chair*
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 8:23 pm
*Stands up, responding by drooling onto his filthy shirt*
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Posted: Sat May 30, 2009 8:10 pm
*Pauses again, looking at him for a moment before grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the stairs* I think I've got some of Ron's old clothes - if we hurry, I might be able to adjust them to fit you...
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 6:58 pm
Ngyaaaaahhhh....... ~D8
((XD Pretty much all he can say right now..... SO DOES HE LOOK SEXY? O_o XD If Ron left this, or even owned it... I can't imagine why Hermione would have kept it or would have not noticed it. xD))
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 2:36 pm
(Lawlz. XP Okay, I'll make him post one more time before they zoom off to court XD)
*Bodily drags Rowle up the stairs and into one of the guest bedrooms; soft blues and yellows make up the room’s décor, the bed’s comforter edged with modest frills, and a pale white dresser tucked against the wall; throws open the closet door* I kept some of Ron’s old things - formal wear he only wore once - because I couldn’t stand throwing it all out. *Begins digging through plastic-wrapped garments* I really ought to donate it to charity, but… well, that’s divorce for you.
There we are. *Draws out an absolutely hideous set of jacket and slacks, their colors violently clashing and the material stiff with age* Ron wore this to Luna’s wedding.
*Tosses it out over the bed, still speaking in a rushed tone as she begins to peel Rowle’s clothing off* You have got to be quiet in the court room, Rowle. I mean it. Blaise is a very good friend and we need him on the hospital staff.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 7:31 pm
*Stands there with clouded eyes and a slackened face with something that still somewhat vaguely resembled a scowl- or at least a frown*
....nnnnnnnnnGY-ahhh........
*Looks obediently at the suit, but seems to have no comment about it- not that he can really say or do anything he wants to anyways*
...nrrgg........ *Lets her undress and dress him without much protest, and gives no indication as to what he thinks about her doings so*
......mmmmnaygh.
((XD I should give him random bursts of like... something.... sometimes... xD TO THE COURTHOUSE!))
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:33 pm
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:35 pm
*Cards his fingers through his hair, sitting uncomfortably on one of the couches placed about the living room. Sighs in irritation, body jumbled and nervous as he tries to right himself enough to drink the steaming mug of coffee sitting before him on the table.
Obviously, he hasn't slept well the past few nights, sitting up now because he's tired of trying and shaken from yet another 'nightmare'.*
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 4:58 pm
*Pauses as he enters the house, a backpack slung over his shoulder; nudges Rose and nods at Pyrate, eyebrows raised ever so slightly*
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 5:01 pm
He looks awful. *Speaks softly, frowning thoughtfully at her brother* Come on, let's fix him up.
*Crosses into the living room* Hi, Pyrate. How has your week been? *Pauses before him, comfortably circling her hand over his to steady the mug to his mouth* You look tired.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 5:07 pm
*Wordlessly goes into the kitchen to fetch something stiff and alcoholic; comes back and carefully pours several gulps into the male's coffee* Can't keep this up, mate; this is the fourth weekend we've come home and you're practically unconscious.
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Posted: Thu May 20, 2010 5:42 pm
*Scowls, but mutters* Thank you. *Before taking a long drink from his cup. Gives a soft sigh after the alcohol burns down his throat along with the coffee, pausing only for a moment to drink more.*
I haven't been lacking in self care... I just.. You already know, I'm quite certain we discussed all this last weekend, did we not?
*Sits back, keeping his head tilted in their direction as he waited for their response.*
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