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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 10:19:33 GMT -5
When Katia had been setting up her office she noticed that there was something seriously lacking in the way of supplies. As she walked into the small candy store off of the street in Hogsmeade, it took a moment for Katia's eyes to adjust. Her eyebrow lifted just a bit in part wonder and incredulity at the lavishness of a simple candy store. She mentally shrugged to herself, and wandered about the shop looking over the goods that were there.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 15:09:27 GMT -5
Eros was in an adjoining room giving himself a break when he heard the now-annoying tinkling of the bells at the door. He despised the snotty-nosed lower-class halfblood children that dirtied his shop, touched things they had no intentions of paying for, and paid in knuts. He simply despised counting out fifty knuts when he could have at least gotten some sickles and saved himself that much time. And so he had a hint of an anticipatory sneer on his face as he came to the connecting door. Then he saw the woman standing there.
His sneer faded immediately, replaced with a gracious smile. his face, well-schooled in disguising thought and emotion, showed nothing of his interest. His eyes moved briefly over her while she was still observing his shop, and he was incredibly glad that he'd opened his shop today. The lack of constant social contact was driving him insane. Thank God he hadn't yet grown to love manual labor and Muggles.
"Welcome to my shop," he said, approaching from behind a counter he adored if only for its ability to keep the children off him. Why children and poorly trained dogs enjoyed him so much he would never know. "How may I help you, Miss..."
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 15:39:02 GMT -5
Katia looked up as a striking blonde walked into the room, surprise upon surprise she told herself. She kept thinking that Hogwarts on a whole would be underwhelming, but each time she turned around or saw something new, she was deeply heartened by what she saw. Offering her hand, Katia turned her head slightly shaking some of her hair out of her face, "Katia, Katia Medina. Please just call me Katia." She hated titles, or lack of titles, or really just about anything that immediately dealt with her father.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 16:02:20 GMT -5
"Katia," Eros murmured. He took her hand lightly and bowed his head over it, his eyes meeting and keeping hers. How had such an exotic beauty found her way into Hogsmeade, of all places? He recognized her surname of course, but it was a common enough name that he couldn't begin to place her. And with Mano's and Michael's warnings, he wouldn't assume he knew her lineage, though she certainly looked well enough. She was a woman he would most definitely make an exception for.
When he finally released her hand, it was slowly, and his fingertips lingered almost improperly Against her palm. "How may I help you, Katia?" he asked, careful to pronounce her name properly rather than anglicizing it like so many would.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 16:12:58 GMT -5
Katia's eyebrow arched slightly at the perfect imitation of her name, so few outside of Spain ever pronounced it correctly. With a slight glance around the store she smiled just slightly, "I am afraid I do not have a clue. There are so many choices." Brushing aside a small piece of her hair that had stubbornly fallen into her eye again, she wished she had put it up this morning. "I recently acquired the position of Head Nurse at Hogwarts, and was devastated to find that they did not have any sweets stocked." A slight moue of distaste crossed her face, "I must rectify the error, so that I am not dealing with any unruly children."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 16:24:22 GMT -5
"How unpleasant that would be," Eros said, sympathetically. Children were horrid enough when they were happy. "I do have an excellent selection of chocolates, though some of them are, shall I say, less for their medical properties than the sheer pleasure of indulging in them." He would not be vulgar and push, nor be obvious, but a subtle game would be quite enjoyable, should she wish to participate. One of his brows arched now, just a bit, as he looked at Katia. "Would you be interested in a sample?" He looked at her innocently, his lips curved into an urbane smile, though his offer was quite real. He was already becoming bored of spending entire evenings attempting to build satisfactory connections in London. And having none of them interested in visiting Hogsmeade.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 16:29:13 GMT -5
A small eyebrow arch was the only give that Katia had been unable to iron out in years of training, but such a raised brow could mean a gamut of different things. "I am always up, for a sample," she said slowly, letting her accent accentuate just a bit. She left unsaid what she enjoyed sampling, over the years she'd determined it was more interesting to let men's minds wander where they would with those slightly ambiguous statements. Katia drew her lip slight up with her teeth for a moment, in a move both practiced and unconscious.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 17:25:02 GMT -5
Eros was quite entertained by this. He was a patient man in many things, if impulsive in others, and he wouldn't call the game to an end without a damned good reason. He hadn't found that reason yet. While he hoped that they could continue a verbal spar, he only appreciated obvious behavior in certain circumstances. In most others, it was unseemly. He had never been interested in the shy, simpering misses that Emilian had so enjoyed ruining, but neither had showy, dominating women interested him for more than a night at a time, and sometimes less.
But Eros's mind had no need to wander to such thoughts. He was drawing out a small piece of chocolate from a display case behind the counter. It had originally been in the counter display, but he had quickly found that his usual customers preferred Drooble's Best and Canary Creams to fine chocolates.
This particular piece was a personal favorite, though he rarely allowed himself to indulge. "This is a Richart chocolate, Katia, made from the best cocoa in the world and imported from Lyons, France," he said, handing it to her graciously on as fine a paper napkin as could be found. Children had been stealing the napkins he'd originally purchased.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 17:40:12 GMT -5
Katia couldn't help the slight part of her lips in surprise when she heard the name, it was a very expensive chocolate. She was from Spain, and considering monks in Spain had first created chocolate she should know something about it's delicacies. Unfortunately she had never had the luxury to try said chocolates. Katia delicately took the chocolate, wiping her fingers on the napkin before she picked it up, and gently placed it in her mouth.
She was still for a moment enjoying the rich full bodied flavors of the chocolate as they melted on her tongue, her eyes closed for a moment, enjoying the smooth taste. "It is an exquisite play of fancy, and earthiness," she said as she wiped the napkin at the corner of her mouth, assuring that there wasn't a trace of it left.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 20:29:08 GMT -5
Eros was mildly amused by Katia's reaction, whether she'd meant it seriously or not. He was under no delusions that he wasn't called pretentious at times, but if he was, it was at least half for his own amusement. "I am most gratified that it meets with your satisfaction," he drawled, letting a hint of that amusement creep into his eyes. She was beautiful, and yes, he was affected by that moment of sensuality which had followed her taste of the chocolate, but he viewed such things as though they were an artwork.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 20:48:41 GMT -5
Katia chuckled just a bit, a throaty sound as she smiled at him. "Ah, but most women are more than satisfied with chocolate," she shrugged, "a genetic weakness." Being strictly neat and tidy, Katia folded up her napkin, "and I believe you would have made the sale without the sample. But the sample was, appreciated Mr..." Katia had made not of the fact that the shopkeeper had yet to give his name, and she'd already given hers.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 21:03:24 GMT -5
"D'Avonderre," Eros supplied, giving a gracious nod of his head. "But please, call me Eros." It would be expected of course, since Katia had already bypassed propriety in asking him to speak to her with such familiarity. But he didn't mind. If she wanted to be familiar, he might get her into bed all the sooner and assuage his curiosity. He'd look for her in the Wizarding Genealogy first, to be safe. He had no desire to sleep with a woman so nearly on the shelf if she was at the end of a family line, and therefore one of the many husband-hunters he'd escaped from in coming here.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 21:08:55 GMT -5
Katia's brow raised at his first name, "Eros, the Greek God of lust and sexual activities?" It was more a statement than a question, but she forwent the additional comment that Eros, the Greek god was worshiped in many fertility rights. For a millionth time, she was happy that her mother had chosen a name that was more obscure than a god worshiped of old. A faint grin tugged at her lips, "an odd name for a parent to choose for their child."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Aug 19, 2009 21:43:06 GMT -5
"Unless one's father is named after the god of war and one's grandfather is named after the king of gods," Eros said, one brow arching as though asking for further correction. Many of the Old Families had naming traditions, one of the most notorious being the Blacks. They had been using constellations for generations, and the d'Avonderres had been using gods and goddesses even longer.
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Post by Katia Medina on Aug 19, 2009 21:51:19 GMT -5
Katia shrugged, "that would dictate a similar naming convention. Do you have sibling with similar names?" Her parents had only followed the naming convention of having strictly Spanish names, nothing anglicized. Most families that relied on naming conventions were well to do families, people with enough money to protect their children from the jeers and taunts of other children. "I was lucky enough to be the only child my parent's had to name, much to the despair of my father." Not only had he never had a son, but she'd never conformed to the norm of society. She snubbed not only her lineage, but also her gender, not content to be the quiet retreating wife that she was destined to be.
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