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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 27, 2008 13:25:38 GMT -5
Dahlia was bored off her ass, there was no better way to put it. When she'd let the boys in, with Emilian's Adara, she'd left, intent on having nothing to do with their little reunion. The girl didn't need to know who she was, and she hadn't wanted to watch things, anyway.
She'd come back a few hours later only to find that the guests were still around, though they'd been so quiet that Dahlia hadn't realized they were there until she'd reached the top of the stairs. She'd recognized the boys that time, all cozied up next to each other on the couch, that same cats-in-the-cream expression on their faces. She'd turned around and headed back down to the shop.
At the moment, she was sitting lightly on one of the display cases, filing her nails. Emilian's usual bag of food from the cafe was sitting beside her with a warming charm on it. She figured she'd wait just a bit longer to see if his guests came down before sunset.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 13:31:50 GMT -5
Dare was surprised to see the blonde downstairs, having figured she'd left entirely. She hadn't come upstairs at any point, as far as he knew, but apparently waited. "Adara's staying," he told her, or perhaps it was a warning. He still wasn't entirely certain about how she tied into things, aside from having taken dubious care of Emilian.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 13:43:33 GMT -5
"And she intends to take care of him until he's better," Michael said, his eyes flat when he looked at her. He hoped she'd take the hint and just leave, it would be better for Emilian and Adara both if they didn't have to see her anymore. He didn't think anything was needed from her, and, in his mind, she should go ahead and leave, though he doubted it would happen. Though, he did get a smile from imagining her walking in on Adara and Emilian, considering how he and Dare had left them.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 27, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5
Dahlia saw the hint in the redhead's eyes, and her own narrowed in response. She'd put in enough effort that she wasn't simply going to be dismissed. "Isn't it her father who's after Emilian? If they need anything, she can't very well walk down to the nearest store and pick it up, can she?" Not without everything she'd done to keep Emilian hidden being completely ruined.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 13:57:15 GMT -5
Dare glanced aside at Michael. It all came back to Adara not having a wand, though the blonde wouldn't know that, having left immediately upon letting them in. "We'll be back tomorrow," he said to the woman. There was school, though. Once the weekend was over, they'd only be able to spare the after-school hours, but then, considering the history he'd been picking up between Dahlia and everyone else, perhaps one stop a day to check on things would be preferrable to whatever she'd been doing.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:03:41 GMT -5
Michael looked at Dare, nodding, "If they need anything we can go get it." He also didn't think that Emilian would be in such bad shape for much longer, a few more days to heal and he would be practically back to normal, and the news would get back to Adara's father anyway. It was worth the chance, though, to keep Dahlia and Adara's interaction to the barest minimum.
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Post by Dahlia Alexander on Jul 27, 2008 14:11:22 GMT -5
Dahlia pouted, displeased at having been displaced so quickly. She didn't have any particular attachment to Emilian, nor to being his nursemaid, nor spending most of the day tending to him, but she'd felt useful, as much as she would never admit such a thing. "Fine," she said, just a bit acidly. Dahlia slipped off the counter, the clack of her heels on the floor echoing through the shop. "Then she can get his food, too." She grabbed the bag off the counter and pushed past the boys, pausing at the threshold to look back at them. "You two might learn to lock doors when you're getting...intimate. Unless you like gathering voyeurs," she added with a cold, feline smile. Then she turned on her heels and left the shop. If they were so good, they could set the locks as well.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:14:13 GMT -5
Dare had looked to Michael at Dahlia's first, rather bitter response, but at her final advice, his gaze swung back to her, and his lips parted slightly, stunned. He recognized her then, the professor who had walked in after their first kiss in the Room of Requirement. What had she seen this time? He was still in shock when the door swung closed behind her.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:26:31 GMT -5
Michael stared after her much like Dare, not liking that she had, apparently, come in on them without either of them even noticing that the door had opened. After a few moments, though, he felt the blood rise across his neck and cheeks and he looked away from the door, his hand coming up to rub at his neck, forgetting what Dare had said about not messing with his hair and unsure what to say after that.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:33:53 GMT -5
Dare shifted slightly on his feet, his own hand rising to shuffle through his hair. He could feel the awkwardness from Michael, and it did nothing to help his own. He cleared his throat lightly. "At least she didn't ask to join us," he said, trying to lighten things up again. It had been too good for him to possibly regret anything, even if somehow she had walked in at some point.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:42:41 GMT -5
Michael let out a light laugh at that and looked over at Dare, "I wouldn't want Emilian's sloppy seconds, anyway." He looked away then, taking a deep breath. Dahlia's words had reminded him that, however comfortable he was with Dare, he wasn't ready for direct reactions from most people, much less having them come in on them in the middle of something.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 14:49:47 GMT -5
Dare made a face at that. He supposed that answered any questions he might have had about why Emilian seemed so unhappy about her taking care of him. "We could always disillusion ourselves," Dare teased, pulling out his wand. They needed to disillusion themselves to get back to Hogwarts anyway, but it was an entertaining thought. Dare tapped his wand to his head and let invisibility trickle down over his body.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 15:01:44 GMT -5
Michael paused at that thought, letting his mind wander through the possibilities. His eyebrow raised and he kept his eyes on apparently empty air that Dare had once occupied. "Now how am I supposed to find you?" he asked, grinning as he pulled out his own wand and set the spell on himself. He shivered slightly, as always, at the odd feeling that said it was working, and tucked his wand away, it wasn't that big of a problem to find each other.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 15:06:51 GMT -5
"Maybe I'll find you," Dare murmured, slipping his arms around Michael's waist from behind before he had a chance to move, the way Dare had. It was strange not being able to see Michael, and a bit challenging too, he realized, attempting to kiss the side of his neck and getting a mouthful of hair. Dare lifted his head and let out a quick breath through his nose, blowing the hair away.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 27, 2008 15:14:26 GMT -5
Michael grinned, though his eyes opened wider in surprise, and his arms settled on Dare's. He wondered exactly how long they had, but thought that it wouldn't matter, he could just apparate out and step through the gates, there was barely any danger in being locked out. He turned his head, expecting to see Dare's shoulder, instead just seeing air. It was such an odd feeling, but interesting, and he wasn't about to end it before it started. "Need practice?" he teased when Dare missed his target.
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