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 Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 4:35 pm
 ✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌  Quynn blinked at the continued mention of Shamus' mom. She sounded awful. The woman shook her head, then took a large, rather boyish bite. "She likes only two of her kids? I could never do that, and that's assuming I even have kids." She shrugged, blinking. He was now asking about her likes? "I like arts and charms. Other than that, I wasn't much of an attentive student." She fluffed her hair a bit more, then took another giant bite. {OoC:}
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 4:59 pm
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea...  ####.....Shamus realized by her face that it might be best if he stopped speaking about his mother, however he was not the best at small talk, having almost no practice at it. But school seemed like a safe bet. He kept his attention on her even as her eating habits changed again. He made a slight face. But seemed alright. When she mentioned the possibility of her never having kids and never being able to have favorite he grinned. "I see... Well. You seemed to learn very well.. At least from art". A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 10:16 pm
✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌ Quynn looked up, then wiped her face on a napkin. "Eh? School doesn't teach everything. Most the stuff I know came from art or travels. It taught more than all seven years of school combined." She took a sip of her firewhiskey again, eyes wide. The dark irises were focused on his lighter ones, showing the woman's curiosity. It was sort of an odd statement, after all. {OoC:}
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 10:34 pm
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea... ####.....Shamus was having a great day...she had beautiful eyes. They really were nice. He could almost look in them forever. "Most stuff I learned from books" He said. He had spent all his time in the library at his home. He had never managed to read all the books...thank the lords, but he had read a lot. "You make me wish I had traveled" he said, laughing slightly. A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 12:07 am
✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌ Quynn blinked a few times, then sighed. "I never was much an avid reader. If it wasn't required, I didn't read it." She took a large bite of her lunch, looking happy. When he said he wished he traveled, she nodded. "You should. Traveling is amazing. I don't know who I'd be if I hadn't traveled."{OoC:}
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 12:12 am
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea... ####.....Shamus shrugged. He felt ashamed for hsi recluse ways now...they seemed silly. He found that he rather liked this new food. He liked everything right now. "You would still be amazing Quynn...I am sure of it" he said, flashing a smile. He took another drink of his potion. He was not letting himself freak out again. But...somehow he felt even more at ease with her the more he spoke with her. A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 7:19 pm
 Dahlia is...spacespacespacespace CURRENTLY // Looking Broken at the Leaky Cauldronspace
CURRENTLY // separated from Wesley Edgeworth // 'loving' Remington Nottspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // No onespacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Brokenspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'This... I can't... no longer...' spacespac
You belong to me, my snow white queen.
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over it.' ═════════════════════════════════
The wraith-like figure of a woman entered the pub, her cloak shrouding her, covering all of her face but her pale, cracked lips. When she spoke to the proprietor of renting a room, her voice was soft, scratchy. She paid for the room and took the key silently, greeting no one, saying nothing. She walked down the hallway to the room indicated by her key and entered, almost silently.
Once she was alone, Dahlia Vivian Edgeworth, once a proud, regal woman, doffed her black cloak to reveal a broken, miserable soul. She sat on the edge of the tiny, dingy bed, staring but not seeing. It had not been long since she'd fled Remington's home, but long enough. She was tired, weak. Lost and alone and completely and utterly broken. Why had her life gone this way? Why? She'd been born a noblewoman, beautiful and with an excellent pedigree. She'd been a prize. But her husband had failed her. Her son had failed her. And when she'd abandoned them for her lover, he, too, had failed her... though, really, wasn't that her fault? Weren't they all her fault? She sat unmoving for what seemed like forever, her mind moving slowly, like she was walking through water up to her neck.
Eventually, she ordered for a glass of Scotch to be sent to her room. She took it without even a thank you, cloaking herself again to answer the door. This time, she left the cloak on, and took something from the inside pocket. A small vial of something that smelled like death. She sighed quietly, softly, and willed herself to pour it in the drink. She tried once, twice, three times before she finally tipped its contents into the glass, then she steeled her reserve and downed the drink. This was no fine Scotch like what she'd shared with Remington; it was cheap, and it burned, though she couldn't honestly say if that were the drink or the poison she'd spiked it with. Once it was down, she laid back, and waited... darkness closed in on her, and the last thing she was aware of in this world was that she felt completely, utterly alone.
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Soon, I know you'll see you're just like me.'
 (( OOC: )) ** Permission from Diamond Wales to rent room without actually speaking with her character for the sake of expediency and dramatics **
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:18 pm
✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌ Quynn blinked, looking at the potion as Shamus again drank it. Did he have to take a freaking potion just to be able to talk to her? God, she wasn't that unattractive! Fine. He wanted to use a potion to make her seem better, she'd show him what was what! Her Slytherin instinct took over, and in a sickly sweet voice, she spoke. "Whatcha drinking there, Shamus?" She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her hands, smirking in the way only she could do. Her brown eyes bore directly into his, staring at him, waiting for the truth to out. {OoC:}
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:24 pm
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea... ####.....Shamus knew by her voice that she was angry at him and he did not know why. He wanted to sound good, but how was an anti anxiety potion going to sound good? She did not know that he could not go out in public with out having panic attacks. "Umm...Diet...Diet potions...I'm fat" He said, making a face and covering his mouth for a moment. He was a horrible liar. What if she saw through that lie? What if she hated him? What if she left. He felt him self start to shake even through the potion. A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:35 pm
✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌ Quynn lifted an eyebrow. Like a fly caught in a spiderweb, she had caught Shamus in a lie. Not a very good lie, at that. She sat back, resting her thin arms in her lap. "Diet potion, eh? Well then, that's settled. But.. I've taken the diet potion before, and it didn't look like that at all... so either I took the wrong potion, or..." She smirked again, eyes boring into his. "Or you're lying to me."{OoC:}
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2013 10:40 pm
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea... ####.....Shamus knew that there was no escape. He wrung his hands in front of him and tried to avoid her gaze. "You...You're right. Its a...anit-stress potion. However, a side effect is weight loss..." He said, looking a little sheepish and stressed. He did not like how angry she looked. A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:10 am
✌Dating: No One✌Owner: All or Nothing✌Alumni: Slytherin✌ Quynn gave a sigh when Shamus admitted he had lied. "Needing stress relief is one thing, but lying to me about it's another. Why... what in your right mind told you it was okay to try and be shifty?" Her dark eyes were filled with both annoyance and disappointment, directed almost fully at the young man. "Look, this was great and all, but I have a brother to feed. If you ever wanna try again, you know where to find me." She placed some odd coins on the table,just enough to cover her meal, then slipped her coat on and walked out. {OoC:}
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Posted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 2:17 am
A Slytherin that hates people? Oh THAT's a new idea... ####.....Shamus knew right then that he had blown his best chance. She had been a lovely woman. He watched her leave, shocked. This was why he did not like people. He always managed to mess everything up. He had lied and that had ruined it. But at the same time... she had gotten mad at a lie? He did not understand that. He was raised with lies. He glanced at the money and put down enough to cover the entire meal, picking up the coins she had layed down. He would return them to her one day. After all, he had taken her out, so manners stated he pay. He would try again, but for now. He had research to do. He was going to find a way to make it up to her. A Slytherin that hates Snakes and the color green?Odd enough for You?
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 7:28 am
 
She knocked politely at the door, her rich Norwegian accent thick as she requested permission to enter. When no response came, she frowned deeper. What was wrong with this lady? Her eyes narrowed. This was rude beyond belief, and despite being a tavern owner now, she still expected some sort of respect for her family name. After all, she was a Bjelke, the purest of the pure, even when her sister tended to adopt street urchins. Her spine straightened, her eyes narrowed, and she sneered a bit. Really, what was up with this country? The English had no knowledge of proper behavior, did they? Look at even their purebloods, who seemed to be rude and spoiled little brats. Obviously not from the same stock as Scandinavian purebloods.
She grasped the handle of the door, and after a whispered incantation threw it open. Her steely gaze then fell upon a form on the bed. She blinked. Lying upon it was a woman, the very same woman that had rented this room the day before. Her stride brought her quickly over to the bedside, where her sneer quickly fell off her face. Frey, whose life had been filled with extravagance and in whose veins ran the proud heritage of her Norse ancestors, gasped when she realized the woman was too still, too pale, and much too cold. A hand flew to her throat, and she could think of only one thing. Before she even realized it, she was rushing from the room, quickly finding and using an owl to notify authorities. "Herregud, det er en kvinne død i min inn! Det kan ikke ha vært mer enn et dusin timer gammel! Akkurat hva som hadde skjedd? I do not know what English wizards think, but using my inn as a place for murder and death? This, this is ridiculous!" Quickly writing out a letter, she sent it on its way, all the while swearing in her native tongue about such happenings and ignoring the dread that filled her. After all, her ancestors didn't even flinch at death. She shouldn't either.-----------------✿-----------------
Location: Leaky Cauldron
State: Shocked
OOC: There ya go Mia and Essy :3
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Diamond Wales Vice Captain
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2013 4:36 pm
Please remember, this isn't how I hoped it would beBut I had to protect you from me That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there William Dante Nott the Second Head Hit Wizard of Ministry of Magic
Order of Merlin, First Class
Duke of Wales 
When William had been met with the news, he had just sent his last agent out into the field to follow up on an inquiry regarding the escaped convicts from Azkaban over five years ago, of them, were Marissa Gaunt, Aldanis Varren, and Wyatt Hopewell. Varren was found, at long last, by Radcliffe, but the others were still at large, as far as anyone else knew. The fact that he had just sent his men to interrogate a few civilians had had him paranoid, and when the distress from the infamous pub on Diagon Alley had called, his mind was spinning for the worst. Would he find his men there, already? Would they be the ones found dead? Or would it be Hopewell? Or Gaunt? No, William knew that would be too easy.
He entered the Leaky Cauldron, his robes rippled behind him and his badge shined. So many memories hit him square in the chest, William almost couldn’t breathe. He was visibly shaken from his thoughts by the description given unto him by the owner, Frey Bjelke. She was still fairly new, in terms of ownership, but this dingy pub had passed hands as surely as the coins it collected, but still. It seemed like it hadn’t changed. His questioning began with her, short and sweet, and she didn’t seem to have much information at all. A woman, seemingly suicide, paid in full and with a seemingly fake name. His mind reeled.
He opened the door with a simple charm and stepped within. An empty high ball glass, a crumpled body, and silence. There was no luggage, no sign of struggle. The body was poised so delicately; she was waiting. He tapped his wand against the rim and fingerprints glowed, then he summoned an evidence bag and levitated it within before banishing it to the Hit Wizard Headquarters. The standard procedures were repeated, time after time, until he finally began to inspect the body and blinked at the familiarity of high cheek bones and dull blonde hair. It was the wife of the Hogwarts Governor, wasn’t it? She’d spurned herself quite a reputation these last months and it had him second guessing this suicide. Could it have been a murder? He wondered silently as he flicked his wand to seamlessly pilfer through her pockets to reveal an immaculate velvet coin purse monogrammed appropriately to confirm his suspicions. The letters, ‘D.E.’ shone under the light. His lips grew stern as he filed away the rest of the evidence, transported the body to St. Mungo’s to be reviewed and identified properly.
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Located: Leaky Cauldron
Status: Pensive
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