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Post by Headmistress Hells on Apr 8, 2008 4:09:21 GMT -5
Hells entered the establishment and located herself a table near one of the grubby windows looking out on the muggle world. Her stomach grumbled in protest at her delay in ordering something to eat, but Hells knew that someone would be over shortly to take her order. Her mind travelled over her last conversation that took place no more then five minutes earlier. There was a moment when she thought she had mistook where Grey was heading with his conversation, hence why she told him she was coming here. Whether or not he would come also, she could not be sure, why she was even thinking about it, she could not understand. Men only caused pain for Hells, and the further away she kept from them, she thought to herself, the better.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, Hells glanced around, wondering if there was anyone to take her order. She fancied something chickeny today.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Apr 25, 2008 23:48:55 GMT -5
It was an almost embarrassingly long time before Grey appeared in the doorway. He looked around, finally spotting her in the weak light fighting its way through one of the windows. Why on earth was he here? He'd decided not to think about it. Curiosity, though often dangerous, was not a sin. Grey made his way to Hells's table. "May I?" he asked, gesturing at the seat opposite her.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Apr 30, 2008 3:53:38 GMT -5
Hells glanced up from her decision making and gave Grey a soft smile. "Certainly" she said, nodding her head slightly, surprised that he came. "I wasn't expecting to see you, thought you would have been holed up in your shop all day." She was glad that he came, yet nervous at the same time. She kept herself to herself usually and most discussions she had were usually about the school. There was no need to open up or discuss herself then. Now, however, she wasn't too sure what to say to him. It had been a while since she had been in the company of someone socially and Hells worried that she would fail to maintain her head. Lifting her chin up slightly, Hells resolved herself to think of this as no different to as if they were discussing school matters. "I meant to ask before Professor, how are you classes at the school going?"
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on May 5, 2008 22:56:38 GMT -5
Grey gave a light grimace. "Please, call me Grey," he said, taking the seat across from her. "My classes are...not going, actually. It seems the students have lost all interest in academics." He gave a wry grin. "Of course, if half of what the Daily Prophet says is true, they probably don't have the time for academics."
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