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Post by doctorwho on Jul 11, 2006 9:50:29 GMT
Molly began to sip her butterbeer a little too politely, her ears like satilite dishes as listened to the talk of mischief...
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 11, 2006 22:02:00 GMT
"Not the most reliable?" Lisa asked, leaning forward with a small grin, "If it is a spy in the Ministry, then I have to hand it to you, Boggles. Pretty impressive- even if not the most reliable." She looked back at her butterbeer, before picking it up.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 11, 2006 23:45:10 GMT
Grace had drained her fifth butterbeer. She set the glass on the table with a quivering hand and looked at a crack in the table. "It's hard to find anyone reliable these days," she mumbled, "true friends, like us, are the only ones you can rely on." During the past few days Grace had done a bit of soul searching and discovered that the only reliable people are the ones who can rely on you. This, and many other things, she had decided where true.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 12, 2006 20:52:49 GMT
"Why thank-you Lisa!" he then continued
"Wise words from you all!" laughed Boggleworth hiding his worry for Grace but then he decided to show it. He walked quickly up to her and whispered "five butterbeers, they won't disappear that quick you know!"
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Post by James McFinnigan on Jul 12, 2006 20:56:28 GMT
"Anywho..." Fin said, "I say you start assigning teams and tasks, mister Boggleworth!" he exclaimed, rasing a fresh butterbeer.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 12, 2006 21:32:57 GMT
Grace looked at Bog, eyes welling with tears, "I can try though, damb you! You going to stop me, Boggleworth," she cried, on the verge of breaking down into sobbing, but she was far too proud for that. She banged her glass on the tabled and stood up, "if you need me I'll be in the castle." She shot Bog a dirty look and strod towards the door saying, "excuse me everyone." She pushed open the door, bell tinkling and walked out.
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Post by Thom Moen on Jul 12, 2006 22:59:48 GMT
On another table Thom raised his eyes over his butterbeer, the commontion of Grace bringing him back to reality. A group of warlocks looked diapprovingly as she stormed across the room. Thom shook his head sympatheticslly. "A right one, she is." he said to the gathering she had left.
Standing up, he struttered over to the table and took her place. "Been listening in, if you don't mind. Find what you're saying quite interesting, so I'll just stay if it's alright with you." he leaned back confidantly, looking at Bog warmly as if to encourage him to accept their new arrival.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 13, 2006 8:40:57 GMT
Boggleworth gaped in amazement why did she leave like that he thought? I only meant it as a bit of a joke he came out of his trance and roared at Thom "What the hells that supposed to mean? She's a right one! She's the right one for me you fool!" recovering his emotions a little he shouted
"The meetings bloody well off, unless you want to carry it on!" after that tirade he then stormed from the inn after Grace
I only hope I'm not too late.
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Post by Thom Moen on Jul 13, 2006 12:38:24 GMT
Thom gave a long low whistle, his eyebrows raised at the same time. "So-rry!" he muttered, although he immediately felt bad afterwards.
"Er - that was rude of me," he huffed nervously. "I have to be places now..." standing up, he made a swift exist, leaving the disgruntled looking Guild.
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Post by Lisa Lycott on Jul 13, 2006 14:19:30 GMT
Lisa watched the scene with wide eyes, glancing at the swinging doors as each of the three left. "Erm... Well, that was interesting." She said, looking at the individual faces of the rest who looked just as astonished as her. Then, finishing her butterbeer, she slid off her seat and sent them all an awkward smile. "Right. Things to do, places to be- You know how it goes. See you all later." She said, before hurrying out the doors as well.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 13, 2006 19:44:14 GMT
Girty drained her butterbeer and stared wide eyed around the now emptying room.
"That worked well." She laughed as Girty walked up to Fin.
"Ok you what jobs then what do you want to do?"
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Post by James McFinnigan on Jul 15, 2006 16:16:10 GMT
"Uhhh...hey, I'm not the one in charge here man," he said, leaning back and putting his hands up in defense. "Anyways, I'm done with this drama. If you need me uh, Girty, I'll be uh, around," Fin said, standing up and walking out without a second thought.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jul 21, 2006 18:28:19 GMT
Girty rolled her eyes as Fin walked out of the door.
"Thanks. Just leave me here. I can have a good conversation by myself." She sighed and walked over to order more drinks before downing it in one.
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