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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 5, 2008 15:35:10 GMT -5
Claire laughed as Tristan waved to Edmund as they left. She reached up and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes from laughing. "His expression was priceless," she said slowing down her laughter. She walked with Tristan to the apartments and allowed him to led the way to his room. Once he opened the door, Claire gave his apartment a quick glance over, of what she could see. "Nice place," she commented.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2008 15:45:52 GMT -5
Tristan laughed, too. "He looked so.... constipated!" he said, remembering Edmund's expression. "I rather enjoyed showing him up like that, the pompus arse."
Leading the way into the living room, he motioned to the sofa. "Please, have a seat. I'll get us some drinks, if you'd like. I have butterbeer, firewhiskey, and some very nice goblin-made port wine..."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 5, 2008 15:49:32 GMT -5
Claire made her way over to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs. "I'll have just about anything. Whatever you have most of will be fine," she replied. She leaned her back against the back of the couch, and made herself comfortable.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2008 16:04:25 GMT -5
"All right, I'll be right back," said Tristan. He headed into the kitchen, and, after a moment's consideration, decided to open a bottle of the wine. He opened it easily, using a quick spell, then poured two glasses. In addition, he prepared a quick tray of cheese and crackers, along with some small cookies and mini-pastries. Then he levitated them all back out to the living room. "I thought I'd just fix us a little snack," he said, smiling at her.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 5, 2008 16:10:42 GMT -5
As Tristan was gone, Claire looked down at her fingernails. She needed to file them again, they were starting to get out of shape again. She smiled to herself as she sat in Tristan's living room. This bet had to be the most fun she had in awhile. Too bad it had to end in the morning. Although, she didn't really mind it. She would get to see Edmund be in a defeated mood tomorrow morning and this made her feel happy. However, she had to think of something he would have to do for her. Claire glanced up and returned a smile as Tristan re-entered the living room. "Well, aren't you sweet," she said with a wink.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2008 16:22:16 GMT -5
"I am when I want to be," Tristan replied with a wink. "But usually, it's much more fun to be naughty. Don't you think?" He handed her a glass of wine, then sat down next to her and grabbed a piece of chees from the tray.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 5, 2008 16:26:13 GMT -5
Claire laughed. "That it is, that it is," said Claire taking her glass. "It is always more interesting and fun. What is the point in being nice all the time? There isn't any fun in that." She took a sip of the wine from the glass.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 5, 2008 17:06:32 GMT -5
"Yeah, you know what they say... nice guys finish last," said Tristan. He took a sip of wine, then raised his glass. "How about another toast? Let's toast to... being naughty."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 5, 2008 19:31:47 GMT -5
Claire grinned and then clinked her glass with his. "To being naughty," she said taking a drink from her glass. She was glad that Edmund did offer this bet. Claire leaned up and took a piece of cheese from the tray, then slowly leaned back, taking a bit out of it.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 6, 2008 17:08:30 GMT -5
Tristan sipped his wine, then used his wand to point over at the Wizarding Wireless, so they would have some romantic music. "So, how does this place compare to your apartment?" he asked conversationally.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 6, 2008 18:05:49 GMT -5
"My apartment is just about the same. I have my furniture arranged differently, and of it has a slight feminine touch to it. My walls are painted a light blue color and my ceiling is that smooth type, but it's white. Basically, it's the same layout, just on a different floor really," said Claire.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 6, 2008 23:31:32 GMT -5
"Ah, OK," Tristan said. He casually swished the wine around in his glass, then took another sip. "I always wondered if the other apartments here were any different from mine. But I guess the only different one is the penthouse. I heard that the whole top floor is one whole apartment. Must be nice to live up there, right?" He inched a little closer to her as he picked a small chocolate pastry from the dessert tray.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 7, 2008 8:03:08 GMT -5
"I have to agree," said Claire. "That would be nice to live on the top floor, but I don't have that much money to pay for anything like that. Plus, it's just me, and my apartment is pretty spacious." She gave him a wink. Claire smiled to herself as Tristan moved a little closer to her.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 10, 2008 15:14:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Tristan. "I don't even spend a whole lot of time here. When my schedule at St. Mungo's is really heavy, I stay in a room over the Leaky Cauldron. It's too hard to go back and forth between London and Hogsmeade when I only have 8 hours between shifts. Luckily, my schedule hasn't been so bad lately."
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 10, 2008 15:23:28 GMT -5
"I try not to spend a lot of time in my apartment. That's one reason why I travel a lot, other than I love to see new places," said Claire. "I don't have a job. I'm still looking for one really. I bet it is hard to go back and forth with shifts like that. I don't think I could be a healer."
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 11, 2008 14:04:23 GMT -5
"It's tough work, to be sure," said Tristan. "But I do think it's worth it. I like knowing that I can help people get better. It sounds sappy, but it's true."
Actually, it was a complete lie. Tristan didn't actually care about other people. What he liked was the feeling of power he had over his patients. He liked knowing that they were completely helpless and dependant on him for their survival. He always took very good care of his patients, because he liked feeling like a hero to these people.
But he wasn't going to tell her that. Instead, he smiled at her and put one arm around her shoulder. Taking one last sip from his drink, he set the glass down and moved in to kiss her.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 12, 2008 11:32:58 GMT -5
Claire thought that it attractive that Tristan was a healer at St. Mungo's. Well, not only that he was pretty decent looking, and he was fun. She smiled, glad that he was in the club when he was. She had never been happy to see someone, well except for Edmund, but that's a different story.
She noticed Tristan moving closer to her, and she reached out her arm to set the glass on the table as she leaned closer to him as well. Claire closed the distance between them and pressed her lips against his.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 12, 2008 12:54:27 GMT -5
Tristan kissed her slowly, easing her back on to the couch while his hand tangled in her hair. She tasted of wine, and he felt drunk from the kiss. He found himself thinking what a lucky thing it had been that he had decided to go to the club that night. Pulling away for a moment, he looked down at her and smiled. "That was...." He trailed off, unable to think of a word adequate to describe the kiss.
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Post by Claire Weiss on Mar 12, 2008 13:02:53 GMT -5
Claire eased backwards with Tristan on the couch. She reached up to put a hand on his cheek. Everything was nice. He was a pretty good kisser and she was glad that she accepted the bet. Claire found herself breathing heavily as he pulled away. She returned the smile. "Amazing," she said not being able to think of a better word to finish his sentence.
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Post by Tristan Collins on Mar 12, 2008 22:22:30 GMT -5
"Yeah," Tristan responded, still feeling dazed from the kiss. "So... what do you think? Should we move this into the bedroom now?"
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