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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:14:11 GMT -5
"So i have been told!" enjoying the look shock on her face, "One one second !" then with a wave of his wand he transfigured a tankard into a violin "MISS! would you do me the favor of enchanting this to play for me?" he smiled at the barmaid and she did to his great surprize. he swept aside a table or two and then Spun Isabella around, "Waltz with me my dear?" he asked bowing to her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:20:28 GMT -5
"This is... ridiculous..." she said, spinning around almost against her will. "Look, I really should get out of here..." But strangely she made no effort to leave.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:25:06 GMT -5
"AH! but you don't!" Said Voltaire placing a hand on her waist and clasping her other hand. then he begun to dance to the music the violin played, then a flute was added, seems the barmaid found them romantic. "You look lovely when your tossed out of your element."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:28:41 GMT -5
Isabella tried again, half-heartedly, to pull away. "You are so strange!" she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:33:03 GMT -5
"My Cousin calls me 'Skippy' for grumbles sakes! you think i'd be level headed and snide?!" he said while he dipped her backwards. "Don't get me wrong anyone i don't like will know it true i have a razor blade in my mouth, but i'd be willing to spit it out for you!" he said spitting out a razor blade that he magicked into his mouth.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:36:25 GMT -5
Isabella was horrified, but strangely fascinated. "This is crazy," she said. "You're far too... colorful... for me."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:41:15 GMT -5
"Do you think i'm clashing? I knew i shouldn't of worn this cloak!" he spun away from her and took is cloak off with a flare, He shook it out and it turned black from it's previous green then he pulled it back on and took up her waist and hand again, "I'll not want to embrass a lady with my bad sense of colour combinations!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:48:05 GMT -5
"Look, you've got to see that we would never work. I mean, I... I have no sense of humor whatsoever."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:51:07 GMT -5
" i have plenty for us both! besides your tolerating me fine right now!" He spun her once more then stopped her facing him. Then he waved his wands' lighted tip across her eyes and he exclaimed " See your pupils are reacting normally!" then he embraced her and danced cheek to cheek " would the lady care for a favor?" he asked quietly to her ear.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:56:40 GMT -5
Isabella couldn't believe she was still here. She should have hexed him and walked out by now. Why hadn't she done that? Surely she was losing her mind. "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 0:59:41 GMT -5
he turned his head and smiled against her cheek, "what would you like? for me to leave you now or see me again during the weekend? " Movement had stopped to them just standing holding hands.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:07:50 GMT -5
She stared at him. "You want me to choose? Well, I want..." she hesitated. She had no idea what she wanted. She felt a little dizzy, like she'd been swept up on a whirlwind broom ride. Part of her was disappointed it was over and wanted it to continue, while another part of her wanted to run away and pretend it had never happened. She grabbed her glass of firewhiskey from the counter and gulped it down quickly. She stared at him, unable to speak.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:14:00 GMT -5
Her sudden movement shocked Voltaire, he was left standing in the middle of a floor with tabls and chairs pushed aside and the violin begun to play a famous yet sorrowful tune, he glared at it and walked slowly towards the lady. He pushed aside his little hurt heart and smiled at her "Or we could continue our date now and maybe sit and talk?" then he giggled, he shouldn't of chuged wine but he had wanted to impress her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:17:19 GMT -5
Isabella glanced at her watch again. Clearly the jerk she was supposed to meet was not going to show, and she had nothing better to do with her night. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to just talk to him. "Fine," she said in a cool voice. "We'll talk."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:22:15 GMT -5
Grining like a fool Voltaire changed the violin back into a tankard, as it was still playing that awful tune and hushed the flute and moved the tables back with a wave. he Offered his arm and said "allow me! Now Tell me my lady, where have you been all my life?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:29:16 GMT -5
"You are so bizarre," she said, shaking her head.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:33:27 GMT -5
Voltaire grined as he pulled out her chair, "My mother's name is Marie, and believe it or not she's Fairly Normal. My Father is a quiet and withdrawn man. I have two aunts that are younger than my mother and i have TWO cousin's at Your current employer, So are you going to tell me why I've not had the pleasure of seeing your face until a few days ago?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:39:41 GMT -5
"I was born here, but grew up in Germany. My parents... had no time for children, so I was mostly raised by my nanny, until i was old enough to go to Durmstrang. I worked there for a while, before coming back here. I worked in Knockturn Alley for a while, and I met... Him... and joined with him. There's not really much else to say," she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:47:46 GMT -5
"Really? you've not seen more of the world? I'm a professional dualist, yes i know a rich man's sport, but it pays handsomely. I've seen Hanoi to Boston and yet there is nothing like home you know." then he looked into her eyes and thought "maybe you don't." But he smiled brilliantly " You know, I also want a pet cat, but i've not had the time, see i heard his plans and thought what a brilliant plan, I don't see why I have to hide what I am or why I can't be as I am, Muggles generally treat me badly, and I honestly can't see why!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 1:54:10 GMT -5
"I have no use for Muggles," she said. "One of them killed someone... someone I cared for."
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