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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:09:39 GMT -5
Isabella walked into the Three Broomsticks and approached the bar. "I'll have a firewhiskey," she said. When the bartender handed her the drink, she took a casual sip and looked around. She felt a little quiver of excitement at the thought of meeting Voltaire, but she hoped it didn't show on her face. She rather enjoyed the chase, and she especially liked losing.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:23:22 GMT -5
Voltaire stood outside the door of the three broomsticks debating with himself. 'It's way to quick for me to even think i thought about thinking i should would want to ask her this!' he thought. He wanted to go back to his mother's home and put back the emrald pendent he "borrowed" and just say he ran a little late...tying his boots...'That is a stupid excuse! i'm a bloody wizard! and that's the best excuse i can come up with?!' he ranted at himself, his usually spiked hair fell around his ears and looks a bit out of place on his head 'i should of done something with this!" he turned back towards the door ready to go to the bar and say hello, but the evil butterflies he must of eaten before lunch that day were fighting with each other... 'I can't! But i cant!' he thought "Bloody hell! ALRIGHT!" he shouted and walked into the pub.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:26:11 GMT -5
She continued to sip her whiskey and attempted to look bored. When she saw him come in, she turned quickly to face the bar, as if she hadn't noticed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:30:57 GMT -5
Voltaire slumped his shoulders 'she didn't even notice my internal struggle!' then he straighted up 'I love it when she wants to play fiesty!' he thought with glee as he jaunted towards the bar. he stood next to her and she acknowledged him with a gracefully raised eyebrow. "Hello Dearest, Your looking ravishing tonight!" he said and he kissed her cheek. "I'll have a Elvish port please" he said to the bartender. "what does the dearest lady like to tell me tonight?" he said flashing her his best smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:42:47 GMT -5
She smiled at him, forcing herself to seem calm. She really wanted to throw her arms around him, but was not used to making such a spectacle of herself. "Oh, hello, Voltaire," she said as if she was surprised to see him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 11, 2006 22:50:39 GMT -5
He smiled at her and batted his lashes "so do like like what i've done?" he said while girlishly tossing his hair. "You on the other hand, are looking just as you always do!" he said and sipped his port while taking her hand in his.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 11, 2006 23:05:15 GMT -5
"Your hair is flat," she said coolly, reaching up and picking a strand out of his face.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 12, 2006 21:35:26 GMT -5
He grinned and said "I knew you'd like it! I couldn't get a firm hold of a fork today so i couldn't stick it in a muggle socket before i met you tonight" and he swept in in front of his face. "Don't you think it's devilishly mysterious?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 12, 2006 23:15:18 GMT -5
She laughed. "You are so strange," she said, taking a sip of her firewhiskey.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 12, 2006 23:31:41 GMT -5
"But that is what you like!" his raven black hair felt strangly against his forehead. It was nice just to be open and free with her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 12, 2006 23:48:15 GMT -5
She downed the rest of her firewhiskey and ordered another. "You haven't kissed me yet," she said lightly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 13, 2006 1:47:41 GMT -5
Looking at his watch he made a face "What are you talking about? look at the time now!" on his wrist was a wrist watch with small words on it. there plain as day it had written on it's face "Kissing Isa" "I couldn't finish your name on it so i thought that would work." he said as she looked at his face. Then he promptly kissed her soundly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 13, 2006 14:25:11 GMT -5
When they pulled apart, Isabella laughed. "So did you have to have someone Charm that for you?" she teased.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 13, 2006 14:54:12 GMT -5
"Yes!" he said blushing. "But they swore to merlins privy not to say a word! Is it hot in here?" he said feeling his collar choke him slightly..
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 13, 2006 14:57:27 GMT -5
"Let's get out of here," Isabella said, gulping the last of her drink. "Go for a walk."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 13, 2006 15:02:38 GMT -5
"OK!" he said downing his drink with a grimace'i should really never drink with her!' he thought and wrapped his arm around his waist and ready to sweep her off her feet where ever he was going.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 13, 2006 15:15:06 GMT -5
"We don't have to go anywhere in particular," Isabella said, leaning against him. "I just want to get out of here."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 13, 2006 15:37:45 GMT -5
""Where ever You are is where I'll be" he said smiling happliy. "Where would you like to see? the mountain temples in Da Nang? how about the beaches of south africa?" he said feeling flightly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 14, 2006 0:16:03 GMT -5
"Well, as you know, I haven't really seen much of the world," she said. "But I've always loved Germany, where I grew up. Lot of mountains and dark, gothic castles."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 14, 2006 0:26:51 GMT -5
"Sounds like a lovely place! I don't think i've ever been to germany!" he said still holding her. "are you going to give me a tour?" he said with a toothy grin.
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