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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 2:01:07 GMT -5
"I've killed a man, it's not something I'm proud of, yet it's part of me" His face darkened. "I can understand why a murderer would change a persons view of others. As for me If they knew i could make them dance underwater, they wouldn't talk to me as if i was a mental patient!" he snarled, memories of the American woman that talked to him like a child mad his blood boil. Weird he was but a child he wasn't!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 2:04:15 GMT -5
Isabella hesitated. "Can I tell you a secret? I... I've never killed anyone. I've tortured a few, but never killed. I don't want Him to know, or he'll think I'm weak. And I think I can do it if given the chance. I just... I've never done it." She didn't know why she was telling him this. She was surely out of her mind...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 2:12:25 GMT -5
Voltaire felt something move in his chest. He was Happy to hear she had never killed a person. he gazed into her eyes and felt transfixed.
"You have the most lovely eyes" he said absently.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 12:13:57 GMT -5
Isabella frowned. She was not used to receiving compliments. "If you're trying to butter me up for something, it won't work," she said. "And if you're trying to impress me, then empty flattery is pointless. I'm still here, aren't I? Although, I'm still not really sure why."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 14:57:20 GMT -5
"Tell me my sweet, what could you give me that i couldn't just get somewhere else? Money i have, Power, well that takes time and you have none yourself, and well anything else i might procure from you, i could get easily on the off side of knockturn alley,"He said seriously, then he grinned "besides I like paying you complements! they make your eyes shine!" he said happily again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 15:25:25 GMT -5
In spite of herself, Isabella smiled. It was a real smile, not the cold, bitter smile she was known for. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice shaking very slightly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 15:38:54 GMT -5
Voltaire blushed, such a pure and happy smile from her made his heart leap into his face.
He was at a lost of words! he didn't know what to say. Your welcome sounded pompous to say. anything would be too weird. So he blurted out "I can't charm anything! even basic levitation is beyond my capability!" Admitting that to someone that wasn't family made his face burn to a shade of puce.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 16:01:35 GMT -5
Isabella laughed, something she hadn't done in years. It felt odd, and yet... she liked it. "Well, you're doing a good job at charming me," she said. Had she just said that? She must have had too much firewhiskey...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 16:14:38 GMT -5
He giggled again. it was always better to hear someone else say he was charming rather than the usually empty self affirmations.
"Shucks!" was all he was really able to say.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 16:22:56 GMT -5
"I really should go, before Dumbledore misses me," she said, standing up. "I... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I... I had a nice time. Probably the best time I've had in years. I still think you're odd... but thank you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 17:25:54 GMT -5
"Thank you! Uh, i mean...i'm not that weird! but thank you! So would you like to meet me for a weekend romp next week maybe? I still have a few things to do for him but i can find a day!" he said rushed, Now he was being thrown off. it seemed easier when she was disbelieving and hostel! but he liked the warm fuzzy feeling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 6, 2006 18:07:04 GMT -5
She hesitated. She'd had a good time in spite of herself, but she wasn't sure she was ready to do it again. Something about him made her feel confused and she didn't like being confused. "I... I don't know," she said evasively. "I have work for him, too.. I'll have to reschedule the meeting I had tonight... and I'll have a hard enough time getting away from the school as it is. Maybe I'll see you around... sometime..." She avoided his eyes and turned to go.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 6, 2006 18:29:43 GMT -5
He felt slight crushed as she tunred and left. BUT he had gotten her to smile! he sat there staring into space then remembered the favor that was asked of him by is cousin.
"Well, it's late...TO THE BOOKS!" he yelped and then stood and left the cost of his drinks down on the table and stumbled out into the night.
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Alastor Domino
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Post by Alastor Domino on May 9, 2006 14:22:38 GMT -5
Alastor walked into the Three Broomsticks. He saw Isabella coming toward him.
"Why hello, Izzie." He taunted walking towards her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 9, 2006 15:08:12 GMT -5
Isabella stopped and stared for a second at the person speaking. She recognized him as the kid she had dueled with in her seventh year. "Alastor, right? You know I hate when people call me that. You're lucky I'm in a good mood, or I'd crucio you." She pushed past him. "Now get out of my way before my good mood disappears." She walked out of the Three Broomsticks and into the dark night.
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Alastor Domino
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Post by Alastor Domino on May 9, 2006 15:10:31 GMT -5
"Whatever, see you around." He replied and walked up to the bar.
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