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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 16, 2006 11:43:42 GMT
Grace didn't really understand why Bog would want to for this sort of guild but fetl that she should support him no matter what. She smiled and nodded, "well, it sounds delightful!" I really did think so, she thought and sipped her butterbeer.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 16, 2006 12:19:54 GMT
"You're just saying that!" laughed Boggleworth "I can see through you my dear Grace, but I appreciate it really."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 16, 2006 12:32:50 GMT
Grace shot an embarrassed look at Bog. She almost felt ashamed of herself. "Sorry," she said.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 16, 2006 12:51:03 GMT
"It's quite alright, you mean well!" he laughed "I'm not sure of the idea myself really" he grudgingly admitted.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 16, 2006 13:04:59 GMT
"You should do it anyway," Grace said. She sipped her butterbeer and smiled.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 20, 2006 19:29:57 GMT
"Oh I will, never fear!" he chortled "nothing can stop me...except maybe you," he chuckled
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 21, 2006 21:16:30 GMT
Grace smiled shyly at her mug. She flushed red and looked out of the window. She smiled at the glass and dreamily stared there for a moment before realizing what she was doing. She shook off her dream and looked back to Bog, an apologetic smile on her face. She sipped her beer and set the mug down gently onto the table.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 22, 2006 17:52:21 GMT
"Well it's time! We've had more than our fair share of butterbeer, we'll be getting tipsy soon if we're not careful, may I escort you back up to the castle my dear?" he enquired with a gruff laugh.
He'd seen the conversation was beginning to slow and he hadn't enough money for many more butterbeers anyway so he judged the time was right, sadly, to be off.
"Much as I'd like this to continue for eternity, I'm afraid we must away!" he grinned rising a little un-steadily to his feet.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 22, 2006 20:59:30 GMT
Grace smiled, grateful to Bog for trying so hard when she was being so fowl tempered. She gracefully pushed herself up and nodded, her stomach lurching. She held the table with her left hand, clenching her right fist. She kept her jolly expression, though inside she was screaming. And, just as suddenly as it had come, the pain left her. She relaxed.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 23, 2006 11:20:56 GMT
Boggleworth saw past Grace's facade but realised the pain had left so thought it best not to press the matter.
"Well let's be off then!" he said cheerfully grasping Grace's hand. He then quickly gave it a light kiss, "twas a pleasure!"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 23, 2006 11:35:28 GMT
Grace smiled, glad Bog had not noticed her pain. She squeezed his hand and replied, "the pleasures all mine!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 23, 2006 11:38:32 GMT
"Well I'm glad it was pleasurable just for you then, cause that makes me happy!" he chuckled.
Well that went rather well he thought
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jul 23, 2006 13:25:46 GMT
Grace linked arms with Bog and smiled up at him. "Well, let's be off then!''
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jul 24, 2006 10:30:34 GMT
(ooc. Godmodd it is then Grace!)
Boggleworth and Grace strolled back up to the castle enjoying the pleasantly cool air on their faces. They chattered away as thick as theives. Wandering about as happy as they could be. In peace and tranquility.
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