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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 20:39:56 GMT -5
Dahlia walked into the shop sometime late in the morning, when all the kids would be up at Hogwarts, quills pressed to parchment. She took an appraising look around, more at the furnishings than the stock, then headed for the counter, a sly smile flitting across her lips. From what she knew about young Mr. Sota, this interview would be anything but boring, even if she sat on her laurels and let her Quick-Quotes quill do all the work.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 20:47:22 GMT -5
Emilian looked up from the catalog he had been looking through when he heard the door open, and it took him a second to find his voice when he saw the girl, no, woman, coming towards him. "Why, hello there," he said, his lips turning up in a smile. He stood up straight, his hands resting on the counter in front of him, "Anything I can help you with?" he asked, not even attempting to stop his eyes from trailing down her body.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 20:53:12 GMT -5
Dahlia's lips curved further at Emilian's obvious reaction; it had to be Emilian, simply from the various and vivid descriptions she'd heard. Still, it never paid to show your hand too soon. "I was looking for Emilian," she said, her voice baby-soft, but edged just so that the innocence was obviously a game. Dahlia's hand rose, subtly pushing a platinum ringlet back behind her shoulder.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 21:05:45 GMT -5
"You've found him. How can I be of service?" Emilian asked, grinning. He brought his gaze up to her eyes, after watching the path of her hand, and focused on them. He had no idea who she was, but she was attractive, definitely, and different enough to make him forget Adara for the time being. The question should have crossed his mind, why did she want to see him and not the merchandise, but he was distracted.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 21:14:56 GMT -5
She couldn't be sure he'd cooperate if he wasn't interested in cooperating. Dahlia's smile slid into practiced sweetness, and she looked up at Emilian from beneath artfully darkened lashes as she rested her arms lightly against the counter between them. "I was hoping..." She chewed her lip as if hesitant to ask. "The Daily Prophet wanted me to ask you some questions, let you tell your side of things," she said. Dahlia leaned forward slightly, her hand shifting until her fingers brushed his. "Would you talk to me?" If he wasn't led directly to a yes by that, then all the rumors were false.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 21:24:52 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes gleamed, "Of course." It would be interesting, to say the least. "What do you want to know?" he asked, smirking. He tried to ignore her fingers touching his, and he succeeded enough to be able to resist taking her hand. He wouldn't lie, most likely, he wasn't one to lie when asked the right questions, except in special circumstances. Since he was no longer in the school, he didn't have any reason to hide anything. He didn't think about the fact that Adara had access to the paper, or perhaps he knew and just refused to think about it.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 21:29:02 GMT -5
Dahlia looked down at their hands as her fingers began to move against his, toying idly. Then she looked back up, the gleam in her eyes unmistakeable. "Could we go somewhere...more private?" she asked. "It would be such a shame to be interrupted, wouldn't it?" She kept up the distracting motion of her hand even as her lips curved with just a bit more mischief than any true innocent had in them.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Apr 24, 2008 21:35:43 GMT -5
She just wanted to ask him some questions, right? There would be no harm in letting her upstairs. "We can go upstairs," Emilian said, breaking the contact of her hand on his to pull out his wand and lock the front door. He wasn't going to leave the store open when he wasn't downstairs to deal with anyone coming in. Even while something told him to not let her in his house, that it couldn't end well, another something convinced him that nothing could go wrong. "Right this way, madam," he said, emphasizing the fact that he didn't yet know her name, grinning as he opened the door for her.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Apr 24, 2008 21:47:48 GMT -5
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