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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 18:13:12 GMT -5
Astoria shrugged. "Whatever you want to tell me. I like it better when things just happen to come up." She explained, "I don't really have any deathly important questions at the moment. I'll let you know if I think of any."
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 20:10:17 GMT -5
There wasn't anything that important that he had to say to her tabout himself that he could think of so nodded his agreement. A moment later however, after finishing off his second cup of tea, he added. "When I was younger my cousin, Analise, used to call me Graham Cracker in front of my mates to embarrass me." Graham wasn't really sure why he was telling Astoria that random tidbit.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 21:02:47 GMT -5
Astoria smiled at the admission. She wasn't happy for his embarrassment, but she was pleased to know he was more than his tough exterior - that he was a kid once. "Are you close with her?" She asked, smile still present.
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 21:06:06 GMT -5
Graham shrugged. "Not as close as we used to be. She's five years older than I am and lives over in Romania with her husband."
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 21:15:59 GMT -5
"What does he do?" Astoria asked. The only thing she knew of that was worthwhile in Romania was dragon taming.
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 21:21:11 GMT -5
"He runs a program for werewolf rehabilitation and protection. Basically it's a preserve for werewolves to keep under regulation during their change, learn how to deal with it both physically and mentally." Graham explained.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 21:30:17 GMT -5
Astoria had to say that she was impressed by that. "That sounds... amazing." She admitted, "It just seems really noble."
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 21:42:44 GMT -5
"Yes, noble." But Graham's tone said the exact opposite of that. His cousin's husband didn't do it to help them but to use them and put ideals in their heads. Mentioning this though was off limits.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 21:48:45 GMT -5
"Oh," Astoria frowned, "Well... I mean..." She stuttered for a moment, then paused. "I guess not everything is what it seems. I would like to do something like that; something... noble. What about you?"
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 21:51:23 GMT -5
Nothing was as it seemed, no greater truth than that. "Not too sure, maybe something like teaching, but I'll probably end up in politics." It was the route his dad expected of him.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 15, 2011 22:09:38 GMT -5
"They're so different" Astoria pointed out, "Do what you want to."
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Post by graham pritchard on May 15, 2011 22:14:46 GMT -5
"The Department of Mysteries has always interested me. I might like to do that just to find out what sort of work one does there." Maybe he could work with time or something.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 16, 2011 9:42:51 GMT -5
Astoria shook her head, "I'd be so curious," assuming everything turned out the way they planned, "And I'd just ask you trillions of questions every day."
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Post by graham pritchard on May 16, 2011 16:21:01 GMT -5
"I'd be more than happy to break any oath to answer them for you." Graham grinned.
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Post by astoria greengrass on May 17, 2011 12:33:17 GMT -5
Astoria, feeling her blush returning, smiled, "You know, that's not smart."
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