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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 15:34:17 GMT -5
It was a bustling day in Diagon Alley, and Elsbeth recognized many familiar faces on her way to the Apothecary.
The Apothecary was a truly fascinating shop, crammed with all sorts of interesting things. There were barrels of slimy 'stuff' lined up on the floor and jars of all sorts of powders, herbs, and the like along the walls. Bundles of feathers, fangs, and claws hung from the ceiling. The whole place smelled very bad, a mixture of bad eggs and rotten cabbage.
However, this was by far Elsbeth's most favorite place to be, aside from Hogwarts, of course.
Elsbeth was on a mission - a mission to replenish her stock of Potions goods before the start of term would arrive. This was her third trip this summer, and she knew she would return at least once more before the school year would begin.
Crossing off items on her list, Elsbeth grabbed things off shelves or scooped out dried ingredients from the various barrels around the shop. The last few items were ready made and bottled Health Potions and salves for the Hospital Wing and the new MediWitch who would be taking over at Hogwarts.
After paying for her purchases, Elsbeth placed her new belongings inside her enchanted Carry-All Bag, so as not to be bothered by carrying around a huge load of things. She then exited the shop and stood outside looking at her receipt. She wanted to be sure she had gotten everything she came for. She was so engrossed in the revision of her purchases, she didn't even pay any attention to the witches and wizards walking around her.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 19:31:22 GMT -5
A new day, the bustling street, the sound of the crowd and the weight of his broom slung across his back felt awfully good to Aesir. He walked down the reknowned alley with a swagger, his roguish grin and good looks occasionally drawing the stares of a few witches whom he sent blushing with wink. He shifted the weight of his satchel and broomon his shoulders and pondered his new, black short cloak. He kind of liked the little capelets going over the shoulder, making look like a smaller cloak over the longer piece.
He ran a gloved hand through his golden-red hair, the gloves exposing his fingers from the knuckle onwards and allowing him to be able to feel textures as well as the ever changing wind. It wasn't until he rounded a corner close to the apothecary that he took a few seconds to enjoy the view.
"Well, well, what have we here...?"he muttered to himself as he spotted the young woman, shuffling through her carrying bag. She was definately a looker, and as luck would have it, possibly around his age.
Maybe single too.
Quickly, he spared a glance towards one of the windows nearby to double check how he looked; his hair was windswept and kept the few rebellious locks out of his eyes by having his WWII aviator goggles propped up onto his forehead, his dark brown leather jacket had the worn and comfortable look, he wore his black flight knuckle gloves, khaki army pants and black combat boots, his newly purchased short cloak, his travel bag and his most prized custom built broom slung over his back.
He thought he looked rather dashing.
So, taking a deep breath, he swaggered his way in her direction and leaned forward when he was close.
" 'Scuse me, Miss, but would ye happen ter be able ter tell me the time?" he asked, his toothy smile flashing soon after.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 19:54:19 GMT -5
Elsbeth was not the type of witch to appreciate interruptions. She had just noticed she had only bought three jars of Ashwinder eggs, and that she needed more when she was interrupted by a male voice.
As she returned her reciept to it's proper place in her bag, Elsbeth looked up to get a quick glance at the man who had interrupted her, and almost let out an audible gasp hen she noticed his golden-red hair. It was the exact color to which she so often changed her own hair with her tiny Metamorphmagus powers passed on from her great-great-great grandmother on her father's side. It helped a little that he wasn't so bad to look at, either.
With a wry smile, Elsbeth answered his question. "The time... Why, yes, I do, have the time. What would you like me to do with it?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 20:04:29 GMT -5
If possible, his charming smile grew slightly larger.
Finally, someone who knew how to play a little cat and mouse.
He leaned back in order to straighten himself up a bit and hooked a thumb under the strap that held his broom. "Well, if ye'd like we could trade; those numbers for mine, if ye'd like." he responded just as wryly.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 20:11:47 GMT -5
It seemed to Elsbeth that the man was a good match for her wits. However, she really did need to finish her Potions shopping. She was enjoying herself, though, which she didn't let happen very often.
She would indulge in a little conversation, maybe, and then continue on her merry way. "Very well then, sir... I don't think I caught your name."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 20:25:56 GMT -5
"Funny, story. I think I lost mine. Can I have yours, just for a second?" he retorted, innocently enough. He kept his smile up. This was fun. She kind of reminded him of Samantha, what with her good looks and wit.
Or was in Catherine? No Catherine was the blonde one from France.
Lillian! No, wait, that was the girl from the Quidditch game a few years back.
Alicia?
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 20:30:17 GMT -5
What was with her and attracting these sorts of men? It was always the ones with the really cheesy pick-up lines that noticed her on the streets. It was mind boggling, really.
Elsbeth groaned at the man's tactics. "Not very original, are we Mister Scotsman? However, I will indulge you," she said with a fraction of a smile.
"Its Pierce. Elsbeth Pierce."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 20:40:10 GMT -5
He laughed out loud as she groaned his bad line. He gave her a wry smirk and bowed slightly. Elsbeth Pierce...that name rang a bell for some reason.
Whatever.
"Well, Elsbeth, I thank ye fer indulging me with yer name. I can see yer a woman whose tastes are more refined in wit and candor. I'll be sure to keep it at a level for one who can appreciate a superior level of banter." he said as he moved a bit closer, lowering his voice somewhat, his expression and speech as charming as possible. "Although, ye still haven't given me the time yet. Sorry ter keep ye distracted."
He said that last part as he casually ran his left hand through his hair, making look like the timing of the action completely separate from what he was saying. As a matter of fact, he almost sounded sincerely apologetic.
Almost.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 20:48:36 GMT -5
Elsbeth's eyes didn't listen to her brain and followed the Scotsman's hand as it wove through his locks of hair. "Yes... Very distracted, indeed. I was going to return to the Apothecary; I forgot to purchase something on my list."
Maybe if she hinted at her busy schedule, he would be kind enough to leave her be. Though she was indeed interested in talking to this man, she would rather that seem more unintersted. It might have been too late for that, though, as she had already joined him in his game of wits and charm.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 21:02:22 GMT -5
Playing hard to get, are we?
His rogue hand then moved to his strap again, and he shifted himself to pull the broom up closer to his back. "Well, it would be rather ungentlemanly of myself ter leave a lady such as yerself unescorted. I need ter be pickin' me up some salves and thing's meself in any case, but if ye'd rather go it alone I understand. Ye can just give me yer number instead and we could get together again later, when yer not so busy if ye'd prefer." he said, still close to her and with the same offhanded, soft charm.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 21:14:16 GMT -5
"Well, kind sir, if you feel the need to escort something, you can escort that charm of yours elsewhere, hmm?"
Pausing for a second, Elsbeth thought of an answer to his question. Her eyes lit up as she gave her reply "Actually, you see, I would give you my number, but I don't have one anymore. It ran off when I last gave it out."
In reality, Elsbeth didn't have a telephone where she currently lived. A few years ago, when she still lived at home, she had a telephone, but only because her mother thought they were fascinating things and knew people in the Muggle world whom she would keep in touch with. Now that she permanently lived at Hogwarts, she had no use for a telephone, especially since phones wouldn't work there, anyway. But she wouldn't tell this man all of that, of course.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 21:28:48 GMT -5
Bit of cheek, this one.
"Really?" he asked, sounding honestly surprised. "I can understand why they'd want ter keep it, but they should have been more considerate towards ye. I can see though that yer busy, and ye don't want ter be bothered. Understandable, I s'pose. I guess I'll leave ye ter yer shoppin' then."
He flashed his toothy grin again as he stepped back. "Although, if ye wanna grab a bite ter eat within the next hour, I'll be at the Gryffon's Nest. It'd be my treat. Ye seem like ye've been running around all mornin' and could use some time ter eat somethin'. Just thought I'd offer." he said, this time easing back on the charm and putting out the friendliness of the offer, almost like a peace offering for his advances should they have been aggravating.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 21:38:27 GMT -5
'Merlin's beard is he cute. A bit on the cocky side, but cute nonetheless...' She thought to herself. 'Too bad, I do need to get back to the castle sooner rather than later.'
Giving it no more thought, Elsbeth declined his invitation. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline, sir, I really do need to get back to my office."
"However, there is still the issue of your name. Neither of us can get on with our business if there's still this unanswered question looming about."
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Oct 31, 2007 21:45:19 GMT -5
Aha! Checkmate.
He leaned forward towards her again, that insufferable smile resurfacing again. With a playful look in his eyes, he simply responded "12:45."
He waited a for that split second of confusion before continuing. "It's 12:45, just so you know. You seemed ter have forgotten." With a wink, he turned around and began to walk away.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Oct 31, 2007 21:51:28 GMT -5
'What an arrogant git!'
"Well, so much for that." she whispered, to nobody in particular. Then, she yelled after him "It was you who wanted to know in the first place, Mister 'I Pretended to Not Know the Time!'" and with that she turned around as well, and returned to the Apothecary to buy her missing jar of Ashwinder eggs.
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