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Post by Headmistress Hells on Mar 20, 2008 14:43:24 GMT -5
Hells entered the shop, and gazed around. She couldn't see the owner at present, but assumed he was in the back. Walking slowly to the counter, her heels tapping against the stone tiles, Hells thought over her plan of action. It wasn't much of a plan if she was honest with herself, more of a "go with the flow" but it was something at least. Of course she may not need what she came to collect at all, but one could never be sure. Halting at the counter, she peered over the top, tilting her head to try to hear the smallest of sounds.
"Hello?" She called out, hoping to grab Grey's attention, where ever he was hiding.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Mar 20, 2008 16:20:40 GMT -5
Grey had heard the door and set aside his inventory papers, but it was the sound of a soft, feminine voice that caught his attention. He still hadn't quite recovered from the last woman who'd visited his shop. Grey walked into the main room of the shop and slowed as he recognized her. He hadn't seen her since the battle. "May I help you?" he asked.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Mar 20, 2008 16:28:16 GMT -5
"Hello Grey." Hells said, addressing the man across from her. "It's been sometime. I hope you are well." She continued, not waiting for an answer. "I am in need of a potion, one I'm hoping you have stocked. I, unfortunatly, do not have the time to make it as it's needed quite urgently to be honest." She studied Grey's face for a moment, frowning slightly. She hadn't taken time to speak to him much before and decided that once she had dealt with the problem she was facing, she would make more time to speak and get to know all her staff.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Mar 20, 2008 17:12:36 GMT -5
"What potion are you looking for?" Grey asked. He had an extensive collection of samples of rare potions locked in a back room, and stores of more common potions. Grey took note of the frown on Hells's face, wondering absently about her thoughts. Wondering as well why the Order had gone dormant, why she had disappeared along with it.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Mar 20, 2008 17:19:09 GMT -5
Hells cleared her throat as Grey's voice bought her away from her thoughts. "I need some veritaserum please. There are currently two students laid in the hospital wing, one of which I need to get some information out of. I have a feeling he won't be giving it willingly." She wasn't sure why she was divulging this information with Grey. She knew he would find out sooner or later, but usually she kept most things to herself and let the school grapevine do the talking. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin up almost defiantly, herself wondering what had happened to her control since her return to the school.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Mar 20, 2008 19:15:44 GMT -5
Grey arched one dark brow, but asked no questions. Hells's status was such that she could purchase any potion in his shop with only a signature and the Galleons. "One moment," he said, excusing himself to the back room. Veritaserum was kept in a locked case of controlled substances. He measured out a small amount, enough to suit Hells's declared purposes, then returned to the shop.
"You'll need to sign this," Grey said, summoning a short length of parchment with a flick of his wand. He laid it on the counter and produced a phoenix-feather quill. "Legal issues," he explained. He couldn't help himself from looking at her as he waited, recalling the night they'd first met at the Bloody Mary. There had been an undeniable spark between them. Grey pushed the thought from his mind. If there was anything he didn't need, it was attraction. He'd had enough of that and all that came with it. Still, his eyes continued to return to her.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Mar 20, 2008 19:24:48 GMT -5
Nodding slightly, Hells took the quill from Grey and stooped down to sign the parchment Grey had provided. She could feel his eyes on her as she signed her name, and was surprised to feel a little reluctant to stand back up to look at him. "Thank you Grey." She said as calmly as she could, as she handed him back the quill before pushing the parchment across the counter. "How much do I owe you?" She asked softly, reaching for her purse tucked beneath her robes. She hadn't looked at him since she stood back up and wasn't sure as of yet why. Her fingers trembled slightly as she untied the string. I seriously need something to eat, she thought to herself, realising at once that she had not eaten all day, which was not good, considering what was going on around her.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Mar 29, 2008 16:59:51 GMT -5
"Twenty Galleons," Grey said, though somehow it felt as though another conversation were being held just below the surface of this one. He saw the trembling of Hells's fingers, and the unspoken became almost reachable. "Are you all right?" Grey asked, his voice lowering almost intimately. It was uncontrolled, unnoticed, yet obvious all the same. This was something more than a simple transaction, and Grey's concern was real.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Mar 31, 2008 4:10:28 GMT -5
Hells' eyes flickered up to Grey, noticing the subtle change in him. "Yes, yes," She said, smiling broadly. "You know when you've just been so busy and everything else is forgotten about? It's been like that for a couple of days and my stomach is just reminding me that I need to go eat something!" Counting out the galleons, she handed them over to Grey. "There you go. Twenty Galleons." She wondered briefly if she should invite him to join her in getting something to eat as she tied her purse back up. He'll probably be too busy anyway, she thought to herself, biting down on her lip.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Apr 3, 2008 8:27:38 GMT -5
Grey considered asking her, but her comment hadn't been phrased at all like an invitation, or even a suggestion. And he didn't need complications right now; women were always complications. Even so, something in Grey prodded him to speak, that same need that had driven him after lost causes in the past, and he found himself speaking the words. "I was about to close shop," he said, closing the cash register drawer. "If you wanted..." And yet, somehow, he couldn't seem to complete the offer.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Apr 8, 2008 3:55:49 GMT -5
"Anything else? No, No, that's all thank you." Hells finished for him. "Of course, you are a busy man, and I'm sorry to have kept you longer then I should have." She gave him a warm smile, then turned to leave, before stopping in her tracks. She looked somewhat bemused as she paused, a small smile quivering on the edge of her lips. "Have a good day Professor" Hells began, as she slipped her purse beneath her robes. "I think I'll pop down to the Leaky Cauldron and shut my protesting stomach up. Try not to work too hard Grey." With that note, Hells gave him a wink, spun around on her heel and strode out the shop, the tails of her robes floating behind her.Off she toodles to here
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Apr 25, 2008 23:44:41 GMT -5
Grey watched Hells leave, his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips as they had been that first night he'd seen her, before he even knew who she was. He stood at the counter for a short time, first berating himself for not having asked, then reminding himself it was a complication he simply did not need. However, there was little else to do but stew, and his mind worked its way around to replaying her parting words. It took him a moment for that teasing wink to register. His eyes flickered to the door. One long, still moment later, and he closed up shop, then headed after her. www.magikal05.proboards46.com/index.cgi?board=lc&action=display&thread=420&page=1#58831 |
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