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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 28, 2006 11:49:20 GMT -5
Isa laughed as she opened the door and they stepped inside. A loud sneeze tore through the air and said "How long as it been since this has been ready? a week? Here you sit down i'll find something for you so your LESS tipsy." he said laughing as she plopped down on a comfy looking sofa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 28, 2006 11:51:43 GMT -5
"I don't know if that's possible," she said. "I think it's you that has me so giddy, not the drink."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 28, 2006 12:05:20 GMT -5
Volraire laughed and kissed her quickly " I don't know i think i counted FOUR shots of firewhiskey... that would make even me tipsy!" he said turning to find the kitchen and at least get her a glass of water, then he thought that maybe she would have stocked the bathroom with potions.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 28, 2006 23:44:24 GMT -5
"Oh, please," she laughed. "I can drink you under the table and you know it. I've been known to drink 5 or even 6 shots of firewhiskey before with hardly any ill effects. And the first two were pathetically watered down. No, being in that place with all those other people around, and not being able to talk to you... that was making me crazy. You drive me to distraction. I could barely concentrate on a single word that idiot Charles was saying to me because I couldn't take my eyes off of you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 29, 2006 13:55:37 GMT -5
Voltaire flushed purple. Strangly enough he felt pretty...that was a new sensation.
"I can't believe that! I was seething at that stupid Blondie tossing himself at you!" he said trying to keep a cool head. "and there is no way you could drink me under the table! We were at a bar!" he said cracking what he knew was a lame joke.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 29, 2006 15:49:21 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "You were jealous?" she said. She got up and walked, wobbling slightly, over to him. Touching his cheek, she whispered. "I love that you were jealous. But you don't have to be. I hate Charles and there's no way I'd let him touch me. I was meeting him for a report on his attempts to recruit giants for the Dark Lord. And yes, I knew him before that... we went to Durmstrang together. He used to hit on me all the time, not because he actually liked me, but because he wanted to say he was the one who thawed out The Ice Queen. Needless to say, he failed, because I won't be anyone's trophy." She leaned up and kissed him. "My heart belongs only to you, don't forget that. You don't need to be jealous."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 30, 2006 21:26:17 GMT -5
Voltaire's blush was not abated, so he did what was the only thing left, he grinned stupidly and said "You are very drunk, But thank you, i've never felt prettier!" he laughed and said seriously "I love you." and kissed her "But, you should really sit down before you fall asleep standing!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2006 21:32:20 GMT -5
"I am not drunk," she said with as much dignity as she could muster, considering she was wobbling where she stood. She giggled. "Or at least, not very drunk. Maybe just a little..." But she walked back to the couch and sat down.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 30, 2006 21:55:11 GMT -5
"Hey don't fall sleep on me!" Voltaire shouted from the kitchen, which ended up being a nice kitchen. He got her a glass of water and went back to the living room, Isa was still sitting on the sofa smiling at him "You know, If i didn't know you loved me, i'd think there is something very wrong, here." he said handing her the glass of water kneeling down in front of her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:00:34 GMT -5
She took the glass from him and set it down on the counter. "What do you mean? Just because I'm smiling? I admit, it's not a normal expression for me, but I'm starting to get used to it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:03:58 GMT -5
"Ah, but the rare and happy smile upon your face is a treasure beyond compare" he said enjoying the flirtation between them. He then moved and sat next to her and said "I love what you've done to the place!" he then very obviously pretended to stretch and put his arm around her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:14:56 GMT -5
She kept smiling. "You make me smile," she said. "I feel like a different person when I'm with you. And I like that feeling." She laughed. "If Charles could see me right now, he'd be shocked. He was the one who called me Ice Queen right to my face, and then he couldn't understand why I wouldn't go out with him." She tilted her face up and kissed him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:18:22 GMT -5
"I'm glad he's the world's second biggest prat!" he exclaimed after they parted. "With you I am only me, and that's something to me." he said cuddling then he wrapped his arms around her and said "Mine mine mine!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:27:48 GMT -5
She laughed. "I still can't believe this is real sometimes. That you're real. I'm not even sure who I really am anymore. I was so used to being the ice queen that I didn't even realize it was jsut an act. I think you uncovered a part of me that was always there, but I buried it so deep inside I forgot it existed. It was easier to be the ice queen, to not feel anything. That way, I thought I couldn't get hurt." She leaned back on the sofa and looked up at him sleepily. "I don't know how you got through, but you did. I love you..." she murmured, closing her eyes.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:37:31 GMT -5
"Ah but maybe your a dream." he said as her eyes shut. then he picked her up, which despite the fact that she was slim wasn't easy. Breathing out then in the looked around the living room and then walked with her in his arms to a hallway and then he looked for a bedroom. He eventually found it and laid her on the bed, luckily she didn't wake up. "that was harder than i thought!" he said to himself then he laid down on the other side of the bed and cuddled up with Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 30, 2006 22:49:35 GMT -5
Isabella fell into a warm and comfortable sleep, curling up in Voltaire's arms. She could feel his arms around her and for the first time in her life, felt as though she'd found the place where she really belonged.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 21:31:43 GMT -5
Birds were singing and Sunlight was creeping through the windows of the Comfy bedroom in their cabin. My that sounded nice... their cabin, wait a second...Sun?!
Voltaire sat up and glared at the curtains that hadn't been drawn. grumbling that he slept in his shoes. He got up and located the bathroom. while walking back to the bedroom he heard the familiar sound of Isa's voice, but it didn't at all sound very happy. "i guess she isn't a morning person!" he thought.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 21:36:37 GMT -5
Isabella woke up and found the bed empty and a searing ache in her head. Sitting up too fast the blood rushed to her head and she cursed loudly. "I'm going to be late for work!" she shouted. "I need coffee--now!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 21:47:50 GMT -5
Voltaire entered the room and smiled at her. He walked over to her and kissed her, then said "I'll go start it!" he said smiling at her. he skipped to the kitchen and looked for the coffee pot to set on the stove. He got a fire going *with matches* and started to get the coffee going. But instead of bugging Isa in the bath room he took off his coat and made breakfast. hopefully she wouldn't just dash out.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 21:51:57 GMT -5
When he kissed her, Isabella relaxed a little. Who cared if she was late, anyway? She wouldn't be so late that she'd miss her class. She was sure Dumbledore wouldn't mind if she didn't show up at breakfast. She got up and walked to the bathroom to clean up and saw that her hair, usually neat and straight, was sticking up at odd angles. "Great," she grumbled. She decided to take a quick shower. But why did her head hurt? She wondered.
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