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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 20:51:27 GMT -5
Eros glanced out into the shop at the myriad of creatures in cages and pens. "I should imagine it would be," he said. Otherwise there would be no need for so many animals. When he turned his gaze back to Michael, there was no offense in his eyes. It was far too much effort to hold grudges. "Perhaps I'll visit again, hopefully at a more opportune time." He wasn't at all certain whether Michael's claim of not having time was an apology or a statement that he didn't wish for any further contact, but he was sure Michael's next response would at least clue him in.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 20:55:52 GMT -5
Was this what he had become? The last people he had actually had a conversation with he had ended up getting angry with them. Michael closed his eyes. He really did need more contact with the outside world. He shook his head at himself again. "Come whenever you like," he said finally, looking up at Eros again. "Sorry if I seem a little...out of practice," he said, one corner of his lips pulling up in a small smile. Besides, he knew Eros wouldn't be like Emilian had been.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 21:02:13 GMT -5
Again that eyebrow arched, ever so slightly, but Eros returned Michael's partial smile all the same, if only to be polite. His interest had already waned, and there was no telling if it would return. "I will forgive you," Eros said graciously, though it was obvious in his gaze that the words were meant with humor. "As long as you show improvement. With practice, of course." Michael had been here far too long. Eros was determined not to stay long enough to get sucked in like the others.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 21:06:26 GMT -5
"You're going to have less social contact than I do," Michael warned. "Hogsmeade is dead all the time even during the school year." He was interested to see how Eros was by the end of the summer. It wasn't his fault that he didn't talk to anyone but Dare. Everyone he knew had left, and the times he was able to find one of them were few and far between.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 21:13:24 GMT -5
Eros made a low sound of displeasure. "I had hoped it wasn't that bad," he said. "Even so, I refuse to atrophy. Mano has offered to introduce me around, which should prove entertaining, if not good company." Not that Eros had met Mano's friends or acquaintances yet, but considering everything else he'd seen since his arrival, he wouldn't put much stock in them. Aside from the woman that Mano had spoken of. He did have fine taste in women, among other things.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 21:18:15 GMT -5
Michael's eyes brightened slightly, "Oh, I'm sure he has plenty of elderly witches he can introduce you to. Be careful, though, there's one that might try to push her son on you." As he knew good and well from experience. He could only imagine Eros getting attacked by any of the little old ladies that frequented any of the shops in Diagon Alley.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 21:25:14 GMT -5
Eros gave Michael an incredulous look. "Elderly witches? I'm sure I'd survive without before settling down with some withered grande dame for tea. I do hope you're joking." If Mano had sunk so far, then Eros would leave and find his diversion elsewhere. "As for having sons pushed on me, a firm no would be the end of it." When Eros had been with a male, whether casually or more regularly, he had always been discreet.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 21:29:46 GMT -5
Michael let a small smirk come to his lips. "Good luck with old women that won't listen to anything you say. I had one come in here and do exactly that, while insulting Dare who was standing right here next to me." He didn't think Eros would get away with not having to deal with any of them. Though the owner of a candy shop was probably less likely to have them come visiting regularly.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 21:36:36 GMT -5
Eros was offended at the thought. "How very gauche," he declared. Eros subscribed to the belief that even when one was deeply offended, one should continue to be polite. For as long as one could, of course. Irreconcilable differences were better resolved without direct conflict, unless one had a penchant for wizarding duels. Eros himself could not fathom being with a Mudblood for more than a satiation of curiosity, and most definitely did not approve of Michael's choice, but stating the obvious was unnecessary, as were petty insults.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 21:40:08 GMT -5
"Welcome to the world of middle and lower class witches and wizards," Michael said, with a silent satisfaction. It was so hard to imagine Eros, who he had always seen dressed perfectly and always in the company of high society, selling candy to a little half-blood who was spending his last knut of the month.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 21:50:26 GMT -5
Eros's nose wrinkled in distaste. He still hadn't moved past children and their snotty little noses, and now he was being welcomed to middle and lower class. He suddenly realized he was quite out of his element. It was one thing thinking of oneself as a distantly amused observer and another knowing the kinds of people he would be forced to interact with. "Thank God I have my little flat to return to," he said. That, and the option to return home at any given time. Which would necessitate paying back his father for the shop if he didn't stick it out the allotted time.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 21:55:08 GMT -5
Michael chuckled softly and shook his head as he spoke, "Eros d'Avonderre in a flat." It wasn't as though Michael had never made changes in his own life that were just as drastic, but he couldn't help but get a little laugh out of imagining Eros living in three rooms where he was used to so much more.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 22:01:03 GMT -5
"Oh yes, highly amusing," Eros said. "I feel as though I've been confined to my quarters, and the rooms have been halved." They'd been decorated to his specifications or he would have simply refused to stay and moved in with Mano and Carolynn while the problem was resolved. "However did you manage a dormitory for so long?" He'd had a difficult enough time grasping the concept of a dormitory, and the idea of living in one was unthinkable.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 22:03:16 GMT -5
"The same way many generations of purebloods have in the past," Michael said. At least, it had been that way the first few months. It had been torture after. "Of course, I haven't lived in them for the past few months." As soon as the Daily Prophet had outed them they had left. He had only been in his room one night since, and that had been the night he had found out.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
Michael's reply had answered nothing; Eros had no clue how those generations of Purebloods managed it, either. He knew nothing but home-schooling and the occasional group etiquette or dance lessons, and had certainly never shared his quarters.
"I don't at all blame you for moving out," he said. "Though I have heard that you continue to share your quarters, I suppose one roommate is more tolerable than however many it is they cram into a schoolroom." Eros had, for now at least, forgotten the dog.
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