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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 19:52:18 GMT
Mort walked into the noisy pub from the warm June night air. He sighed and found himself an empty table. He took his new long black cloak off and took a seat. He sighed and waited for Girty.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 20:32:05 GMT
Girty ran down the streets of Hogsmeade. She had agreed to met up with Mort at 8 and she was already running late. As she reached the door for the Three Broomsticks she stopped and tried to at least make herself look presentable. Giving up she pushed open the door letting the noises and the smells of the pub fill her lungs.
Looking around she saw Mort sitting at a table. With a sideways smile she slowly walked up towards him and waved.
“Good evening Mort. Is this seat taken?”
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 20:41:00 GMT
"Not at all!" and Mort stood up and pulled out her seat. "So how are you?" He asked sitting back down.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 20:49:37 GMT
As Mort pulled out the chair Girty she suddenly felt very embarrassed. How gentleman like she thought not much like a Slytherin at all. As she sat down she thought about how to answer Mort’s question.
“Heart broken I think a word could be used.” She looked up at Mort trying to keep a straight face. “Today a very mean Slytherin beat me in a quick game of Quidditch.”
Girty look straight at Mort and smiled.
“And I do not like losing”
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 21:01:38 GMT
"A very mean Slytherin? Well he let you score didn't he? He couldn't be all bad. Give him a chance. So what would you like to drink?" Mort said, looking into Girty's eyes.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 21:06:54 GMT
When Mort spoke Girty could not help but smile and when his gaze fell onto hers her mouth went dry. She blinked a few times still looking into Mort’s green eyes, they were calm and had a glint it them. Breaking eye contact Girty looked at the stained able and licked her lips.
“A butter beer will do me fine thanks. I should stay off the fire whisky drank to much of that recently.”
She gave a small chuckle she dug her hand sin her pockets in search of some money which she could give to Mort to help pay for the drinks.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 21:13:59 GMT
Mort waved his wand underneath the table and conjured a bouquet of flowers in to his hand. He handed them to Girty and smiled at her. "I'll pay for the drinks Girty." and with one last look at her he went to the counter and bought to butterbeers. He returned with the drinks and set one down in front of Girty. "So hows school going?"
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 6, 2007 21:32:55 GMT
A Mort concurred up the flowers Girty found it hard not to blush. It was the first time she had ever received a bunch of flowers from someone. Still looking at them studiedly.
As Mort gave her the drinks she managed to whisper out a small thank you. Gently she placed the flowers on the table and looked at Mort.
“Thank you…I really mean it thanks…they…they are beautiful”
After stuttering trough the sentence Girty felt as uncomfortable as anything and quickly took a sip of her drink trying to avoid looking at Mort.
"School..well it is Hogwarts really. Every turn is somthing new and diffrent."
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 6, 2007 23:54:39 GMT
"I don't want to dampen your evening, but I talked to Caleb. Professor Black I mean. It seems you don't like him. Why is that? I mean he's a great guy." Mort said still staring at Girty's beautiful eyes.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 8, 2007 9:26:58 GMT
As soon as Mort mentioned Caleb Black Girty snorted and started to fiddle with the leaves on the bunch of flowers.
“I have no problem with him. I…well…I have a grudge against a family member of his. I’m sure he is a reasonable man.”
Girty looked up at Mort who was looking at her continuously. Quickly Girty lowered her gaze back to the table.
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 9, 2007 1:51:57 GMT
"And by family member you mean Mandrake? I know a lot about the Black family. So hows your Butterbeer?" Mort asked looking away quickly.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 9, 2007 19:52:53 GMT
Girty was lost in thought and soon became very confused with the past pace of the conversation. Trying to organise everything in her mind a frown appeared on her face. With the mention of Butterbeer she looked into her glass and watched the liquid swirl around in it.
"It is well a liquid and surprisingly or not it tastes like butterbeer."
Trying to put on a smile she looked up at Mort and studied his face. She suddenly realised she was in a pub with a Slytherin and he had just given her a bunch of flowers. The frown finished into a face of pure panic.
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Post by Caleb Black on Jan 9, 2007 22:57:53 GMT
((sorry))
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Jan 10, 2007 9:34:24 GMT
((Why are you sorry??? Girty is only panicking because she may actually be on a date something she has never done before))
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Post by Aaron Douglas on Jan 15, 2007 20:57:10 GMT
((I posted with the wrong person))
"Anything wrong?" Mort asked her seeing her panicked face. He hoped it wasn't something serious, as he awaited her answer.
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