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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 11:03:36 GMT -5
Quinn knew that she'd done something even if she wasn't sure what that something was, and if Michael was the only way to fix it, to Michael she went. It wasn't hard to find out where Michael was, it seemed like that school still wanted to gossip about him and Dare, and she had been here once, just a different way around.
She shrugged mentally really not understanding why people were still talking about them, but there were a lot of things that she didn't really understand why they happened. Quinn softly opened the door to the shop to the pet shop, and wondered not for the first time, why pet shops never sold any of the interesting pets, like Bowtruckles. Her gaze swept the shop looking for Michael, inwardly she was really hoping that he would know what was going on here.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 13:31:26 GMT -5
Michael didn't sell bowtruckles, unicorns, or other "interesting" pets for the same reason none of the others did: They were wild animals and weren't intended to be kept as pets. It was the same reason the few muggle shops he had come in contact with didn't sell wolves and lions. He had been asked about exotics before and always gave the same answer.
Today, he had had a particularly frustrating encounter with a woman that had been dead-set on buying her daughter a unicorn, even though Michael had no way of getting one even if he wanted to. The closest thing to exotic pets were the little dragon miniatures he kept hidden away behind the counter. So he had disappeared into the back to take a few minutes to relax before someone else came in. He put on a smile when he heard the door open and came out of the supply room. His smile quickly turned into puzzlement as he recognized the girl in the shop.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 13:48:20 GMT -5
Quinn cleared her throat, her hand running through the hair on the side of her head nervously. "Michael, hi." How did she phrase this, she had absolutely no idea what she had done, but, she supposed it would be best to rip the muggle band-aid off. "Markise told me to come and talk to you...well Brindle did too, a long time ago." It was harder than she thought to do this, because it felt like she had done something wrong.
"I don't know if you heard about that concert that I was trying to hold. Well I kind of asked Dare to play the guitar, because Madison said he'd played for her and that he was really good." She shrugged, "Dare hasn't talked to me in a while...and well I don't know if that's why Silver won't talk to me at all."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 20:32:36 GMT -5
Michael blinked at that. He didn't know what Dare thought about Quinn, much less Silver. Why had she thought she could ask Dare to play? Dare barely played at home, much less for a concert. "Why would I know what Silver's thinking?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Quinn as he tried to figure out what she was thinking.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 21:51:59 GMT -5
Quinn nervously ran hair through her fingers, "I didn't mean, I just thought maybe Dare might know, but everyone told me to talk to you. I mean, Silver was there when it happened, he heard me ask, is he upset that I asked, I really didn't know that he didn't play anymore, I mean, I thought that he did because he played with Madison."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 22:04:34 GMT -5
That didn't make much more sense. I thought maybe Dare might know. So she had asked Michael. "He'll play some, but not much." Dare never played much, not even at home. "And we don't talk about Silver, so if he knows anything I don't know about it." He couldn't remember the last time Silver had come up in conversation.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 22:07:44 GMT -5
Quinn nodded, "I just...well everyone got a really funny look in their eyes when I told them that Madison said he'd played her guitar upside down, and then Dare and Silver had respectively walked away. I mean, I didn't know what I was doing, so I wanted to make sure that I hadn't done something that had caused either one of them to not want to talk to me anymore."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 22:21:12 GMT -5
"You should have gotten a funny look, Dare doesn't play for everyone," Michael said. "You have to be careful talking to him about that. If you want to know why they're not talking to you, ask them, not me." He couldn't read Dare's mind, however well he could figure out what was bothering Dare or the gist of what he was thinking.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 22:32:00 GMT -5
Quinn shrugged, "but they aren't talking to me, they pretty much avoid eye contact with me. I just thought that you might know why they are both upset at me, since it seemed to coincide with that meeting." She ran her fingers through her hair again, twisting strands together, "if you can't help me that's fine, I just thought...well everyone told me to come and talk to you first...I could go find Dare, but I doubt it would help." If she had wanted to talk to Dare, well he'd never acknowledged her presence after that so.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 22:36:07 GMT -5
"Then send an owl." That seemed the obvious answer. If she really wanted to know, then she needed to go find out for herself. "Corner them or something, or accept that they don't want to talk to you." Michael didn't see what she expected him to do. "Who told you to come talk to me?" He didn't know who would tell her to come to him.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 22:39:05 GMT -5
"Markise told me to come after I told him about asking Dare with Silver sitting there, and Brindle told me to come and talk to you before I asked. But I thought I should ask him personally, like a respect thing." That's what normal people were supposed to do right, all the books that she'd picked up recently on socialization had advocated getting directly to the root of the problem, and not going to external sources. Maybe the books she was reading were outdated, she'd have to ask the librarian for some more current books.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 22:52:55 GMT -5
"Brindle was right. She knows Dare well, she knows how he is," Michael said. If someone who knows someone well says she should do something, then she should probably do that. No matter the rules of etiquette, if the person's old friend says something different, then that's probably the best thing to go with.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 19, 2010 22:57:53 GMT -5
Quinn was really starting to get nervous now, her fingers braiding tiny little rows into her hair, "well I didn't know. I didn't know either of them well, I just thought it was common courtesy. I am sorry, I just....want to make friends." And it obviously wasn't working very well at all.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2010 23:53:49 GMT -5
Dare didn't recognize the back of Quinn's head as he walked in through the shop door or he wouldn't have; he'd have taken the outside stairs up to the apartment and avoided her entirely. As it was, he was excited about having gotten off work so early, and since he knew where Michael would be, he walked straight in off the street, bundled against what felt like unnatural cold to him, with his book bag slung over his body and resting against his hip. His excitement at getting home early, not to mention at being warm again, showed on his face, but he only waved from the door rather than calling out. If there was a customer, he didn't want to interrupt, and besides, Elouai was already rushing to greet him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 20, 2010 0:01:36 GMT -5
Michael couldn't help but smile at seeing Dare, especially at seeing him all bundled up for what was a comparatively mild day when he thought about some of the other days since the new year. He didn't know why Dare was home early, but he wasn't about to complain about it, even with Quinn there. It was easy to forget what Quinn had said at seeing Dare. "You're home early."
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