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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 0:09:19 GMT -5
Voltaire woke up on Vincents sofa and felt his head pound as soon as his eyes opened properly. He saw his duffle and Wanda on the floor and with red rimmed eyes servyed the room. it was dusty and filled bottles of different liquors...PURE EVIL! Voltaire groaned and walked out of the back room and couldn't find Vincent anywhere in the pub. going back to the back room Voltaire put on his coat and walked out into the pub and out on the street towards hogwarts.
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 0:25:01 GMT -5
Esme had been out and about Hogsmeade in the early morning hours. She had not been there very often in previous days, so she wanted to get a better look of the village. The last time she was there, she had come with Alastor. They had taken a tour, but she wanted to take another one, this time alone. So, sighing as she walked, Esme allowed her eyes to gaze upon various shops and pubs as she made her way down the streets. Her long, brown hair flowed gently behind her, bouncing slighty as she did. Aside from that, a cool November breeze was blowing, which cause certain strands of her hair to blow with it. She felt the cool air hitting her face and squinted her eyes somewhat since she was not used to it. Lucky enough for her, she was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt, which was covered by a rather long, black overrcoat.
As she continued to make her way down the streets of Hogsmeade, she noticed a staggering man. He did not look like he was doing very well . Concerned, though she did not know the man, Esme walked over to him. She looked at him gently and kindly and then spoke.
"Um, excuse me, sir, are you alright?" Her voice had a light accent in it, but her words were pronounced very well. She looked at him, a kindness to her face, as she waited for an answer. She hoped that he was alright, for she did not want to have to call help for him. If she had to, however, she would.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 0:33:33 GMT -5
"Meh!" said Voltaire seeing the lovely lady in the overcoat, he stood up straighter and said with a bit of a roughened voice "Sorry my lady, I'm fine thank you, I just have to make it to hogwarts." he said still slightly wavering as he walked he started walking again and it hit him he had never seen her before, he had been in the village long enough to know she wasn't from the village and her voice had a different kind of timbre to it "Are you from around here? I'm sorry my lady, but i don't recognize you." he said stopping and looking at her.
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 0:43:31 GMT -5
Esmerelda looked at the man that was talking to her and nodded. "Oh, Hogwarts?" She asked him, alread know that Hogwarts was what he had said. "I work there as a professor." She paused and watched his actions as he stood up straight and started to walk again. She looked at him since he had a slight amount of swavering and wobbling to him. She was about to ask if he was really okay, but he spoke again, asking her if she was from around there.
She looked at him, her dark eyes studying him. She shook her head lightly, the long mass of brown waves beating the sides of her naturally tanned face. "No, I am not from around here. That may be the reason why you do not recognize me," she explained to him and then fell silent, saying nothing. She was just standing in the same place where she had previously stopped while talking to him for the first time.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 12:42:28 GMT -5
"Oh so your a professor there!" he said rubbing his eyes. when he hear she wasn't from Hogsmead a mean voice said in his head "Well no Duh, Capt'n Obvious there!" but he merely shook his head and said "I kinda noticed!" he chuckled and said "Would you care to walk with me? or are you keen to look at shops?" he said starting to sound more like himself, now if only the great gaping whole in his chest would kindly stop hurting!
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 14:06:48 GMT -5
Esmerelda looked at the man. Boy was he acting weird! She supposed that he was having some sort of hangover or something. She did not know though since she had not experienced anything like that or been around a person that had one. She listened as he spoke and then shrugged.
"I guess that I can walk with you. I mean, I was only here to walk anyway, but if you want company, I guess that I can provide company as you walk back up to the castle. I really should start heading back anway..." She then walked over to him and looked at him oddly. "Are you sure that you are okay?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 14:49:11 GMT -5
"It's only a slight case of death, I'll get over it!" he said smiling ruefully. He offered her his arm. You must be used to excerise! it's rare for a witch or wizard these days that hasn't got a broom in there pocket!" he said smiling again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 14:53:15 GMT -5
((You better not get over it! I am devastated beyond repair!))
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jun 22, 2006 14:56:32 GMT -5
*NO!!! I'm only acting better! gaping whole in chest!!! and it's still hurting! it's only been a day!*
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 15:01:39 GMT -5
((You're better at faking it than I am. I haven't been able to stop crying... I'm sobbing my heart out in the staff room...))
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 15:21:49 GMT -5
*see i would know that if i had that password!*
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 16:26:21 GMT -5
[Erm, wow, okay.]
Esme looked at the man and took his arm in her own, unsure about the idea of it all. She smiled at him somewhat and nodded as he mentioned that she must be used to exercise. "I am, yes." She was not so sure as to why he was so cheerful about it all. Perhaps the previous night was a party of some kind, rather than something else. Shrugging the thought off, Esme looked at the man and introduced herself since they had not taken time to do that.
"Erm, I am Esmerelda Cifuentes. You can call me Esme though. You?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 16:35:18 GMT -5
"AH! How stupid of me! My name is Voltaire Skipit" he said holding out his hand to shake hers. "Your name is Emerald, that's pretty" he said poiletly. "I'm used to spending my time walking. it's refreshing, espcially when your feeling down" he said and looked at he ground then back to her.
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 16:47:32 GMT -5
Esmerelda smiled kindly at him and took his hand into her own. "It's a pleasure," she told him kindly and ran her other hand through her long, wayv hair. She then listened as he spoke about why he took walks and such. She nodded and then spoke too, "Well, that is one reason for exercising and taking walks. I just do it to keep in shape." She was being honest, of course. She wanted to make sure that she did not become unhealthy or overweight, so she exercised. "Plus, my parents and I used to exericise each morning as a daily routine, so I suppose that I did not want to break the habit."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 17:05:30 GMT -5
"it's a good habit! unlike smoking which i've decided to quit..." he said then he stopped smiling when he remembered who exactly wasn't fond of him smelling like an ashtray... he shook that thought away crying wasn't going to make her come back... "You'll have to forgive me, I just don't have alot to be cheerful about right now, Both my cousins are having a rough time of it at school, family problems and the attack on the village injured one of them, and i have my own problems too now, i've not been there for them since yesterday, Do you know if Rori Logan has woken up yet?" he said still looking forlornly.
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 17:31:03 GMT -5
The words that Voltaire seemed to speak came from his mouth, flowing somewhat quickly. She listened carefully as he spoke and frowned as he told her that he was having a hard time at the moment. She nodded and then spoke once he asked if Rori Logan had awoken yet. She shrugged. "Um, I will be honest - I do not know. I have only been at school for about a week or so, so, um, I am not very intact." She laughed somewhat at how stupid she sounded and then became serious again. "I'm sorry, but I do not know."
Esme thought for a moment and then added on to what she said in previous seconds. "I am sorry that you are having such a hard time at the moment. I guess that I can sort of understand what it's like, but I am sure that I have not had as bad times as the ones you seem to be going through at the moment."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 17:52:49 GMT -5
"Life has that way of being one sided with some people. Ah so you started late in the year, Both my cousins are first years so i don't know if you'd have them. " he said but stead of delving further into his sad thoughts. " so walk with me?" he asked with a small smile.
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Post by serasera on Jun 22, 2006 18:13:53 GMT -5
"Yes, I started rather late in the year, yes. But, if your cousins sign up for my class, I am sure that I will have them. I ran some things by Headmaster Dumbledore, and now the Care of Magical Creatures class is opened to those from first to seventh year," she explained and then fell silent after a moment.
She felt bad that he was speaking of things she knew that he doubtfully wanted to speak of. She just kept herself quiet and said nothing further. Instead, she looked at him as he had asked if she would walk with him. Nodding, she started to walk with him down the streets of Hogsmeade.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 22, 2006 21:28:20 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't bother to ofter his arm again and they walked side by side towards Hogwarts. "So what creatures do you have? I have a Rat myself, but it seems i left him in the Hog's Head" he said feeling ashamed that he had lost his rat.
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Post by serasera on Jun 23, 2006 1:17:05 GMT -5
Esme listened to Voltaire as he spoke, telling about the pets and such. She felt stupid for being the Care of Magical Creatures professor and not even having a pet. She just laughed it off somewhat. "Well, actually, I do not have a pet," she told him. "I thought about getting one, but I doubt that I would have time to care for it, you know? Maybe once things calm down, I will think about investing some time into a pet or some kind." She was not sure when she would have enough time to do something like that, but she really did love animals, irregardless.
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