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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 5, 2009 14:06:33 GMT -5
Lucretia caught the look and sighed, standing up she pocketed her wand, dreading the inevitable dishes that needed washing.
"And you have to go."she said with a small grin, she supposed even a good conversation eventually had to come to and end.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 5, 2009 14:15:07 GMT -5
"Well," Michael started, his eyes dropping somewhat guiltily. "We had a really big fight a little over a month ago and things were really bad for a while, we just really got over it about a week ago..." As though that would explain why he would ditch the conversation. It still felt as though they were making up for lost time, though. It had felt like so long that they had barely been able to touch each other, and now everything seemed so much more intense because of it.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 5, 2009 14:43:08 GMT -5
"Then it's best you do go, I wouldn't want to make things worse for you." she once again pulled out her wand and pointed it to the sign, it swung so now it read closed, the sound of clicking was heard and the slight creek of the door came as it opened, she really needed to get the door fixed or else the sound would be a royal pain for everyone.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 5, 2009 14:52:23 GMT -5
"You won't make things worse, we're just..." Michael paused and his lips turned up into a broad smile. "We're just making up for lost time." Then he took one last drink and stood. He sat the mug on the nearest flat surface and reached for his cloak. "It was good seeing you again, I'll make sure to send you an owl sometime," he said.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 5, 2009 15:01:57 GMT -5
""I'm glad I was of assistance, I'll look forward to an owl." she returned to behind the bar, she reached for the usually cleaning cloth and the apron she always used, she would have to prepare for the long night, she would probably have to sleep here and get back to the castle tomorrow morning if it's too late.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 5, 2009 15:04:20 GMT -5
Michael smiled and nodded, then tied his cloak quickly before bidding her goodbye and good night and ducking out of the door. He made a quick stop by the post office just as the owner was closing up shop, and then apparated as close to home as he could get without getting caught by an anti-apparition spell.
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