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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 11, 2011 0:11:38 GMT -5
Blaise wasn't fond of Hogsmeade. Sure, there was a sweet shop - but he didn't have a sweet tooth. There were pubs, yeah - but they were overrun with third years ordering butterbeers. Blaise wanted something more exciting than all of that, and as he walked up and down the main street, he wondered if Hogsmeade even had that.
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 12, 2011 16:45:34 GMT -5
Maia stormed out of the Hogs Head and out onto the main street of Hogsmeade. "Stupid fifth year," she spat, waving her wand over the wet patch on her dark green jumper. Well, that would take care of the wet, sticky feeling, she thought, but the strong smell of butterbeer still remained. She turned her head to glare daggers at the Hogs Head, hoping that wherever that little clumsy fifth year was he could feel it.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 12, 2011 18:29:29 GMT -5
Blaise watched a girl getting angry at the pub and smirked to himself before walking up to her solemnly. "Terrible, the way those pubs have been acting lately." He said, nodding towards the pub. He knew that wasn't it, but even still it was start for conversation.
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 12, 2011 19:00:55 GMT -5
Maia's head turned at the voice, not really caring at all who it was and what he might have just said. "You know, I could swear I was never that much of an idiot at fifteen," she said, gesturing towards the bar, as though the boy that made his way up to her now would know who exactly she meant. "Maybe a little more naive, tiny bit more careless, but never foolish and clumsy." She tucked her wand back into its rightful place in her robes, and sighed. "Oh, what is the world coming to."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 12, 2011 19:19:23 GMT -5
She reeked of butterbeer, and Blaise tried not to laugh. "The world is coming to spoilt brats being given drinks far too young." He answered, "He may have just been trying to get your attention, though." Whatever it was, he had a feeling it had to do with that more than anything.
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 12, 2011 19:42:50 GMT -5
Maia supposed that was a possibility, though it didn't really make the situation any better. "Well, if you're right, I doubt he'll be trying to get my attention anymore after this night," she said, straightening herself out. The stench of butterbeer was so strong, she almost wanted to apologize.
"I'm Maia, by the way," she introduced herself, with something that could have almost been a smile on her face. She held out a hand.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 12, 2011 19:48:13 GMT -5
"I don't know if that's true; you're a very beautiful woman" Blaise pointed out, but didn't give her his name, feeling that it would be detrimental to his cause, right yet.
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 12, 2011 21:10:30 GMT -5
Maia raised an eyebrow, before taking her hand back and instead slipping it in her front robes pocket. Alright, so he wasn't going to reveal his name - rather strange, but then again it wasn't as if she could really comment on the strange.
The unexpected compliment almost made her laugh, but she tried her best not to. "Nice of you to think so," she nodded, eyes smiling. "But I'm still convinced that anything more than a fairy princess would be far too terrifying for a boy that age." She remembered the crest on his robes. "Doesn't help that the boy's a Hufflepuff."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 12, 2011 21:17:05 GMT -5
"Probably lost it in his pants at the sight of you, not his fault he was clumsy." Blaise pointed out, "I can't say I'd be much better, and I'm a Slytherin."
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 12, 2011 23:27:55 GMT -5
The thought of the boy from earlier "losing it in his pants" made Maia cringe. "Oh, I hardly know you, but I'd definitely give you more credit than that," she told him, crossing her arms. "Though I must say... those Slytherin girls I share the dorms with gossip endlessly every night about various Slytherin boys they fancy, I probably know more about you than I think I do."
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 12, 2011 23:56:45 GMT -5
"Yes, you probably do" Blaise agreed - and she would hear nothing but good things, he was sure. "I don't generally lose anything in my pants - to be sure - I was referring more to clumsiness."
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 13, 2011 0:03:36 GMT -5
Maia gave into a laugh. "Yes, I'd hope so. Otherwise, I would be rather worried, if I were you." Though with that particular choice of words, she couldn't help but be reminded of other things.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 13, 2011 0:07:39 GMT -5
"You'd be surprised," Blaise smirked, "Some of the guys in my year wouldn't know a bagel from a..." He trailed, feeling he'd made his point. "But I'm more interested in knowing who the ladies in your dorm talk about - I can't let you have a terrible impression of me before you even know my name, Miss Rivas."
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Post by maia rivas on Apr 13, 2011 1:59:30 GMT -5
"Now that really is worrying," Maia responded, very amused by the image his words brought to mind. She tried her best to gather all the little snippets of gossip her memory had allowed her to keep. There wasn't a lot, but enough to keep her company entertained. "I don't know many by name, but let's see..." She smirked, before continuing. "There's 'tall, burly, but sounds like a troll,' 'amazing hands, but two left feet,' 'dreamy eyes, but only for ravenclaws' and uh.. 'beautiful, exotic, but can't keep it in his pants.'" She nodded finally, rather impressed with herself and how much of the garbage that left Parkinson's mouth she could actually remember.
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Post by blaise zabini on Apr 13, 2011 10:50:18 GMT -5
"Parkinson?" Blaise guessed, since there didn't seem to be much about Draco within those complaints. He was the last one, of course - that was a whole other story, though. "Most of the men she's talking about wouldn't touch her if she paid them - not that many of us need the sort of money she'd have to offer."
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