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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 3, 2007 18:03:13 GMT -5
Grace smiled. "Yes, I know that about Werewolves. I've met a fair few of them." She looked back to him as he mentioned Death Eaters. "Oh, really now? And how exactly would you know that they are Death Eaters unless you're one of them?" She smirked knowingly at him. She'd had some idea he must be. It was obvious.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 4, 2007 22:51:11 GMT -5
"Oh, well... you know... that's what I've heard, anyway," Charles said slyly. He grinned and slicked back his hair with one hand. "Well, all right, you've got me. I may have a few... allegiances... with the Dark Lord. Do you have any problems with that?"
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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 6, 2007 3:53:35 GMT -5
Grace narrowed her eyes, and then a thought hit her. "Charles!" she exclaimed. "We're meant to be working together, you remember? In the last meeting?" She pulled him closer so they were in a sort of slow dancing position. It was easier to talk privately that way. "If the Dark Lord needs that necklace, we must find it."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 9, 2007 12:35:05 GMT -5
"Oh, wait... you're the one, then? I didn't get a good look at you at the meeting, what with you standing in the shadows and all." Charles grinned. "If i'd have known you were so stunning, I'd have talked to you sooner. But you're right, we should have a little talk about this necklace. Where would you like to talk?"
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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 10, 2007 16:25:16 GMT -5
Grace laughed lightly. "Yes, I make a habit of doing that I must admit. But then, I don't want everyone to know who I am..." She grinned as he called her stunning. "I always hope that men will fall in love with me, and not my looks." She sighed sarcastically. "Though I'll admit, the feeling is mutual. You are rather... Gorgeous yourself." She shrugged. "It's your call. You know this area more then I do. Where is safe?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 12, 2007 13:51:14 GMT -5
"Well, thanks," Charles said, grinning. "Let's see... we could go swing by the cemetary. It's not far from here, and it's pretty quiet and secluded. Most of the goody-goody type won't go near it at night." He threaded his arm through hers and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Shall we go, then?"
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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 13, 2007 4:14:27 GMT -5
Grace swallowed lightly. She'd already made a little trip to the graveyard. There was probably blood still splattered there from where she'd been... Feasting... Slowly, she nodded, a small smile appearing on her blood red lips. "I'd love to," she said, with a grin. "I doubt they would. It may frighten them a little too much..." She smirked.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 14, 2007 0:26:27 GMT -5
"Well, I'm not frightened," Charles said as they walked out of the club. "I'm not frightened by much, actually. Although, I'll admit... I'm not too fond of spiders. How 'bout you?"
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Post by gracecrosse on Apr 15, 2007 4:43:43 GMT -5
Grace shrugged. "Don't think I've ever been frightened by anything." She smiled, and winked at him. "Except for wooden stakes," she said in a tone that most people would have though was a jokey sort of tone. "No, seriously, not even spiders scare me."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 15, 2007 21:58:05 GMT -5
"Wooden stakes?" Charles said, raising an eyebrow at her. He knew she meant it as a joke, yet the randomness of it made him suspicious. "Does that mean you're a vampire? All that talk earlier... what I said about vampires--and you were one of 'em all along, then?"
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