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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 19, 2010 15:58:18 GMT -5
"Florean Fortescue's is only my favorite place to go for ice cream," he responded opening the door for her and allowing her to go out first. "Anything you can think of, they have it." Within less than an hour Noah found out several things about Marcy. She liked to laugh, she was fairly bold, nice, a witch, and she liked kids and ice cream. Noah liked her personality so far and maybe he would ask her to go to the library with him later on after ice cream. That was of course, if she wasn't busy afterword.
"So Ms. Marcy," he started trying to make another conversation, "what do you do when you are not going into craft stores to find clumsy men and invite them to ice cream?"
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 20, 2010 22:45:33 GMT -5
So he was a wizard. Even if he hadn't been, it wouldn't have been a dealbreaker, but the fact that he was definitely added to the appeal. Marcy wasn't especially good at keeping her mouth shut about such things, and she wouldn't have wanted to scare him off too quickly.
She couldn't help but laugh at his question. "Well, I don't know, that keeps me pretty busy..." she teased. "But actually, I work at the Ministry of Magic. I'm the reception witch there, so everyone who's coming or going has to go past me. Well, unless they apparate. And what do you do when you're not dropping stuff all over the floor of craft shops in front of cute girls who laugh too much?"
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 20, 2010 23:21:53 GMT -5
"That explains why I haven't seen you there," he said, revealing that he worked at the Ministry as well. "I usually am running a little late so I just get up, dress, then apparate into work just before I'm supposed to be there." Noah gave her a sheepish look. Gaining the knowledge that Marcy worked as the reception witch, he thought that he would have to get up early and find other means of getting to work rather than apparating all the time.
"As for what I do other than dropping things and seeking out cute girls that invite me out to ice cream, I work at the Ministry. When I'm not working there I'm usually at the library reading to the children or making a story for them. I have to be doing something." Noah smiled and gave Marcy a wink.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 21, 2010 23:40:23 GMT -5
Marcy's eyes lit up. So he worked at the Ministry.... That meant that there was a chance she could see him again, after the ice cream and picture-drawing. This was very good news.
"Really?" she said. "What department do you work in? You should stop by and see me sometime... I keep a little jar of candy at the reception desk, so if you ever get a little chocolate craving, or if you just want someone to laugh at completely inappropriate times, you're welcome to come by for a visit."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 22, 2010 12:43:32 GMT -5
"I'm in the Magical Law Enforcement department. I work in the Improper Use of Magic Office. Sometimes it is not the most exciting job but I like it." Noah thought about even becoming a hit wizard at one time. There was still a possiblity he could, he would just have to go through a little more training. However, right now he was happy where he was.
"And you're offering me candy too now, hm? I think that is a good reason to come by and see you, besides laughter helps me get though the day." He smiled. "It also helps that I get to see a friendly face."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 23, 2010 17:13:18 GMT -5
Marcy couldn’t help the smile that seemed permanently stuck on her face. He was cute, he was charming, and he was funny. When he looked at her, she felt her cheeks grow warm. Maybe they would only be friends, or maybe it would be more than that. Marcy was just interested to see where it would go.
“Well, then, I’ll look forward to your visits,” she replied. “And I’ll make sure I keep that candy jar well-stocked.”
They were now almost at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, which they needed to walk through to get to Diagon Alley. “It’s odd that I didn’t see you at Hogwarts. What house were you in?”
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 23, 2010 22:44:38 GMT -5
"Good. I would hate for that jar to go empty. What would we ever do with an empty jar?" He was teasing with her. Of course he would get up early every morning just to make sure he got to work before time to be there. Seeing Marcy would be the reason he would get to work early. There was no harm in talking to her besides there weren't many people like her.
"Hufflepuff actually," he stated. "I was somewhat off on my own with the exception of my friends around. Maybe you did see me but didn't recognize me. I looked a little dorky growing up. I always told outrageous stories, according to some people. You might have heard a few at some point in time."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 24, 2010 23:59:33 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me, I make sure it never goes empty," Marcy replied with a teasing look in her eyes. "Of course, sometimes it gets close, and it's mostly my fault. I mean, it's sitting right there in front of me all day, you can't expect me to pick at it, you know?"
She laughed at this. The truth was, she had a terrible sweet tooth, and the candy jar was as much for her as for her visitors. But she had a feeling that Noah could understand that sentiment.
"Oooh, a Hufflepuff," she said with interest. In her opinion, Hufflepuffs were the most undervalued of the houses. There was much to be said for loyalty and devotion, after all. "I always thought the cutest boys were in Hufflepuff. I was a Gryffindor. Loud, obnoxious, liked to break the rules... I also had a big giant puffball of hair. Seriously, I was like a little blonde puffskein." She giggled at the thought.
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 25, 2010 22:28:54 GMT -5
"Oh really? Maybe I should have found you and introduced myself to you at school then," he said teasingly. When Marcy mentioned she had a giant puffball of hair, Noah's smile deepened. "I recall seeing a blonde girl that did look like a blonde puffskein. She was quite nice looking if you ask me." He gave her a wink. "Of course I didn't approach her because I'll let you in on a little secret, us Hufflepuff boys are sort of shy."
Noah gave a laugh. "I'm glad to know that little blonde puffskein turned out to be you. We make quite a good pair of friends so far, don't you think?"
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 26, 2010 0:12:16 GMT -5
Marcy giggled, her cheeks turning a delightful pink at the compliment. "No... no, I was not so good-looking back then. I let my hair go out of control because I had bad acne. But I wish I had noticed you then, because while Hufflepuffs may be shy, Gryffindors most certainly are not. You might have noticed that I have this strange habit of just saying whatever pops into my head, and i don't always think it through first. Like I could tell you that you have the cutest smile of any clumsy man who's ever run into me in the middle of an art supply store, and I wouldn't even think a thing of it."
They had already passed through the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron and were now standing at the brick wall that led into Diagon Alley.
"I think we're going to get along famously," she finished, looking up at him for just a moment before she tapped the correct bricks with her wand. The bricks began to move aside, opening up the wall to allow them to pass.
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Feb 26, 2010 21:48:53 GMT -5
"I still thought you were good looking," he said with a shrug. Noah couldn't help but let out a laugh at her comment. "That is one of the kindest things I've heard. I like your saying anything that pops into your head. Many people think too much and then sometimes the things that should be said are not said."
Magic never ceased to amaze Noah. He looked in amazement at the wall then turned back to Marcy. "Glad we both have a great outlook. I think we're going to have a blast and now the wizarding world is not going to know what hit it." He turned to her with a smile and led her into Diagon Alley.
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Feb 28, 2010 10:01:30 GMT -5
Marcy giggled, her cheeks growing warm. It was really rather a shame that they hadn't known each other in school. Although she had maintained her bright outlook, she had suffered from some self-esteem issues when she was a teenager, thanks to her overbearing mother. Now that she no longer spoke to her mother, Marcy was able to be as free and open as she wanted to be.
"It does get me into trouble sometimes, though," she said. "My big mouth was responsible for an awful lot of detentions. I couldn't help it, though. When a teacher said something dumb, I had to call them on it, you know? I was always talking back. I sometimes have trouble at the Ministry, too, although not as much. I'm just the receptionist, after all. Most people don't pay much attention to me."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Mar 2, 2010 23:15:37 GMT -5
"So you're a talk backer," he said as if he had uncovered a clue to some mystery. "This is something I can work with. Why have we not met before this? I could have been in all those detentions with you." Noah smiled jokingly.
"Well, the Ministry will a much more exciting place for you from now on. We're going to have a lot of fun in the mornings, at lunch, once its time to go home, and even possibly sometimes during the middle of the day if there is really no work to be done. I also have a feeling that you are going to get a lot more attention from now on."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Mar 5, 2010 0:07:30 GMT -5
Marcy smiled brilliantly. It really had been a lucky twist of fate that caused her to walk into that art supply shop at that exact moment so that she could run into this incredibly good looking clumsy man. She couldn't even remember what she had gone in there for in the first place... she had found a new friend instead.
"Well, I'll definitely be looking forward to that," she said. She was feeling positively giddy right now, so as she walked, she did a little twirl, then walked with an extra bounce in her step as they approached the ice cream shop. "It'll be nice to see a friendly face at work, and maybe have a few laughs."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Mar 5, 2010 15:28:01 GMT -5
Noah laughed as Marcy twirled. She really was extremely energetic. "I'll do what I can," he said as they walked through Diagon Alley. What were the chances he would have actually ran into someone who just so happened to invite him for ice cream. What ever caused this whole thing for them to run into each other, Noah was thankful.
The ice cream shop was infront of them and he opened the door. "I'm all for Rocky Road ice cream. It's my favorite. What about yours? Are you a chocolate person, maybe vanilla, or possibly someone who likes chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry?"
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Mar 8, 2010 15:49:32 GMT -5
Marcy nodded. “I would have guessed you as a Rocky Road type. It suits you.”
Then she walked through the open door, stopping midway to look over her shoulder with a mysterious smile. “Actually, you’re wrong on all counts,” she replied teasingly. “I find chocolate ice cream to be too heavy, but vanilla and strawberry are both too dull.”
She walked the rest of the way into the ice cream shop, then waited for him to join her. “I don’t suppose you can guess my favorite flavor?”
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Mar 8, 2010 20:03:30 GMT -5
"A girl of mystery. Sounds like my kind of girl," he said teasingly. "And you don't like just plain chocolate, vanilla, nor strawberry. That makes you move on up in my book. You're not really a plain kind of girl." Noah gave her another one of his boyish like smiles.
He followed her into the ice cream shop. "Hm. Your favorite flavor? It's probably not it, but I'm going to guess Black Cherry, Coffee, Rocky Road, or Butter Pecan."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Mar 8, 2010 22:19:17 GMT -5
Marcy pretended to think about this for a minute. "Well, those are all good guesses," she said. "Wrong, but good. I mean, I do enjoy the occasional butter pecan. But in the end, my heart belongs to only one flavor."
She continued to smile mysteriously as she walked up to the counter. "My friend here will have two scoops of rocky road. And I..." she said, pausing for dramatic effect, "will have two scoops of mint chocolate chip."
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Post by Noah Rawlings on Mar 8, 2010 22:50:30 GMT -5
Noah's eyebrows rose as he waited to find out Marcy's favorite ice cream. "Mint chocolate chip. That's interesting." The lady behind the counter started dipping their ice cream as Noah put on a smile. "The more I think about it, the more you do seem like a mint chocolate chip kind of girl. You're confident and honest, just like the mint chocolate chip."
Noah took both of their ice creams once the lady handed it to him. He then handed Marcy hers. "I will remember your favorite ice cream from now on especially for the next time we go out for food."
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Post by Marcy Buckley on Mar 14, 2010 12:11:02 GMT -5
Marcy paid the cashier while he was taking the ice cream. After all, this had been her suggestion and it was only fair that she pay for it. When she was done, she took her ice cream from him and moved towards the tables.
"Thanks," she said. "It's funny the kinds of things you can tell about a person by the kind of ice cream that they like. I mean, rocky road seems very much like you... a lot of different flavors all mixed together. Just like the guy who crashed into me and dropped stuff all over the floor."
She grinned at him then, letting him know that she was teasing him. "Where do you want to sit? In the corner, by the window, or right in the middle of everything?"
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