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Post by Magdalena Martinez Fierro on Nov 24, 2012 14:44:20 GMT -5
Magdalena needed a night off. She felt really useless. She spent most of her time cleaning. That was it. Clean. Do some more cleaning. But, tonight was different. She had put on a nice dress she brought over from Spain and used a little under-used make-up. She didn't look exactly bad. Well, at least not like the cat had dragged her in by her nails. She checked the mirror once more and Apparated to Hogsmeade. It was pretty easy to find the nightclub because quite a lot of wizards and witches were going in. There were bouncers on the door. That was no surprise. It was common knowledge about this Dark Lord person. She passed through the door, ready to party.
Inside, it was brilliant. Bright and loud. Complete party environment. She made a beeline for the bar. She desperately needed a drink. She had been living on a diet of coffee, tea, banana milkshake and water. She was living a strange existence. When she got to the bar, she ordered a Firewhiskey. If anything, it might stop her cold. She looked like an idiot trying not to sneeze, holding a glass of Firewhiskey. She sat down on a bar stool and started drinking the Firewhiskey. She didn't even notice the person who sat down next to her until they spoke and she nearly dropped her glass.
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Nov 26, 2012 14:16:46 GMT -5
Philip was sitting at the bar, nursing a firewhiskey and checking out the other clubgoers. Well, actually, only some of them. He was, as always, checking out the ladies and trying to find someone who wasn't already wise to him. The trouble with the club was that he often saw all the same people all the time, and that made it harder to find a girl who would even agree to dance with him.
But if he looked carefully enough, he could find newcomers, girls who weren't familiar with his old tricks. Luckily for him, tonight he spotted someone who just might just fall for one of his lines. She was definitely new, fairly young, and she looked innocent. Best of all, she was coming right this way. The girl walked up to the bar and ordered a drink, then sat down. She was on the other end of the bar from him, but that was no problem. There were empty seats next to her, so his path was clear.
He took one last swig from his drink and stood up, waving to the bartender for a refill. With the newly refilled glass in one hand, he walked over to the empty seat next to the new girl.
"Well hello," he greeted her. "Are you a dementor? Because you just took my breath away."
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Post by Magdalena Martinez Fierro on Nov 27, 2012 11:40:42 GMT -5
Magdalena nearly dropped her glass when he spoke to her. Not because she was madly in love with him (even though that seemed to be what he wanted) but because she was horrified. A dementor? How dare he! Magdalena was tempted to hex him into oblivion. That would be interesting even though it would probably ruin her job application: Any criminal convictions - Yes, I blew a man up. She only then realised her free hand had raced towards her wand.
"A dementor? Are you serious? Do I look old and ugly?" She was about to rant, she could tell. "Does it look like I float around looking like my grandmother?" He most definately wasn't sweet. "I took your breath away? Well, I hope it hurts." She was really losing her temper now. She had literally only just met him and he was already annoying her. What a great night out she was having.
She was now going to try to confuse him. She put on her best Portuguese accent. " My name is Magdalena Maria Martinez Fierro." She reverted back to her English accent. "And what d they call you when the troll's at home?" She gave him another evil look for good luck.
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Nov 28, 2012 1:52:36 GMT -5
Philip was shocked by her reaction, to say the least. It was actually one of his better lines... he didn't usually get slapped for that one, like he did for some of his other lines. Clearly this girl had no sense of humor. He probably would have been smart to move on, but then... well, no one ever said Philip was smart.
"Hey, whoa... be cool, sister," he said, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture. "It was just a joke, you dig? Tell you what? Why don't you let me buy you a drink to make it up to you? The name's Phil.... Phil Nesbitt."
This last was said in a deeper voice, with a very bad attempt at a Scottish accent--his best attempt at imitating the famous muggle character, James Bond. Since Philip was no James Bond, this botched impression only made him look more ridiculous, but happily for him, he was not aware of this.
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Post by Magdalena Martinez Fierro on Nov 28, 2012 10:41:06 GMT -5
Did this guy have any logic? For a start, calling a girl a dementor was no way to go about. And second, calling it a joke? She was quite pleased with the facial expression she had forced him into. Then, he really set the trap. Calling her sister.
Her mind flew backwards to the Santa Maria convent. She had had enugh of being called sister. And, she was in no way related to him and she was glad. "I'm not your sister and to be honest, I'm quite glad." She knew she was probably overstepped the mark but she was in full swing now.
He introduced himself as Philip Nesbitt. He said his name in a very strange accent. It sounded like he was trying to be Scottish but she had heard Russian people sound more Scottish. She had no idea where he got the idea of the strange Scottish-like accent but she wasn't going to turn down a free drink. "OK, I don't particularly like you but I'll have a Firewhisky. Thanks."
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Post by Drew Hamilton on Nov 28, 2012 19:51:55 GMT -5
Drew was at the other end of the bar, sitting quietly as he sipped a glass of butterbeer. He really wasn't a big drinker, and in fact, wasn't really much of the club-going type. He actually wouldn't have come here at all tonight, but one of his friends from the Ministry had begged him to go with him, saying he needed a "wing man," whatever that meant. Drew soon learned that what that meant was that he was supposed to sit at the bar and mind his friend's drinks while he danced with whatever girl he could get interested in him. It also seemed to involve preventing his friend from making a fool of himself whenever possible.
This was not an easy job, Drew soon learned. And since he refused to actually dance, for the moment, Bill was on his own. He was dancing with a redhead, and unfortunately, looked a bit like a chicken flapping around on the dance floor.
Shaking his head, Drew turned away from the dance floor and began looking around the bar area. He couldn't help but notice a very pretty girl, being hit on rather obnoxiously by a guy who looked like he thought very highly of himself. Drew watched with interest, wondering if he should step in and help. For the moment, the girl seemed to be holding her own... but he decided he had better keep an eye on things, just in case.
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Nov 28, 2012 23:17:35 GMT -5
Man, what was with this chick? She was definitely uptight... like one of those religious types. That type could be fun, if you could get through to them and find their weak spots. Unfortunately for Phil, he was not starting off on the right foot with this one at all. She was making it pretty clear that she thought he was scum. But again, he was a little too persistent for his own good. And after all, she was letting him buy her a drink, wasn't she? That had to mean something.
"Firewhiskey it is," he said, tipping his hand to the bartender.
He sat down next to her and turned his stool to face her. "So, Maggie--mind if I call you Maggie? Or do you prefer Magda? Why don't you tell me where you've been all my life?"
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Post by Magdalena Martinez Fierro on Nov 29, 2012 2:05:02 GMT -5
Magdalena was not sure how this guy ever graduated Hogwarts. Well, she assumed he had graduated. It was pretty hard to tell to be honest. But, he was giving out free Firewisky so he had at least one good trait. Well, sort of.
It was then she noticed the blond guy sitting a little way down bar. He seemed to be watching the action of Philip and Magda. She was quite glad because he didn't seem to be overly comfortable and he might come over to help her get rid of Philip if it got too much. But, that was his choice. Even though he did he look much more nicer than Philip, who resembled (in Magda's view) a tortoise.
"Where have I been? This wonderful place called my life. I'm not religious so I don't mean like God's perfect world or anything. I mean my choices, my life. And you've been under a rock I assume," now she was in full swing "because of your persistance in insulting girls. And don't call me Maggie for heaven's sake."
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Post by Philip Nesbitt on Nov 30, 2012 1:07:24 GMT -5
Philip liked a challenge, and this woman was definitely challenging. She had quite an attitude, actually, and if it wasn't for the fact that he really like a woman with spirit, he might have been smart enough to walk away sooner. There was, after all, a difference between a woman with spirit and a woman who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.
"OK, OK. So you don't like being called Maggie. I can dig it. But if I've been living under a rock, it was only because I hadn't met you yet. Have I told you yet that you're a dream come true?"
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