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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 18, 2011 18:54:59 GMT -5
Lyric blinked at her, unable to accept what sounded like compliments. No one had ever even implied he was attractive, unless you counted people saying his look was interesting. He didn't.
After a moment of private argument, his face flushed with heat, despite his best intentions, and he turned his attention back to the butterbeer in his hand. He tipped it up for a long drink, hoping his thoughts didn't show, and said nothing.
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin 
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
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Post by Verity Bromley on Feb 18, 2011 19:04:21 GMT -5
Verity caught the expression on his face as he turned away towards his butterbeer. She couldn't help but to smirk a little bit. "It's okay to think about it." Verity said. She drummed her fingers lightly on the glass of her butterbeer. "It's not like I'm telling you you have to do this. It's just a suggestion." She shrugged. She wouldn't force him into anything, but it wasn't a bad way to make money. It had a good share of benefits, too. "A damn good suggestion, if you ask me." She muttered, lifting her glass to her lips and taking another sip.
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Post by Trent Frey on Feb 18, 2011 21:50:45 GMT -5
Lyric flicked a glance aside, considering it, whether he'd admit that or not. She didn't look like she was mocking him, but what would she get out of saying that if not a private laugh? He didn't know, and looked down at what was left of his drink. What did models do, anyway? They tried on clothes and stood around, right?
He took a breath before looking sidelong again, and after a moment, spoke, barely loud enough to be heard in the busy room. "How do people do it, anyway? Not that I'm into it, but..." He trailed off, then tried again. "Are you a model or something?"
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Verity Bromley
Slytherin
7th year
Every rose has its thorn.
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Post by Verity Bromley on Feb 20, 2011 9:26:58 GMT -5
Verity suppressed the huge grin that wanted to make itself apparent across her face. She decided to maintain her cool instead of giving off how excited she was. He hadn't automatically blown it off again, so that meant there was hope, right? RIGHT!? "No." Verity said shortly. She had tried it instead of going to classes when she went to school in Paris, but it hadn't lasted very long. She had been swept away and shipped off to another part of the world just after her first shoot. She was far too short to be a runway model and all that left was prints. He'd be doing prints too. At least until someone decided he was what they needed for the runway. "But I know a couple who are as well as a few designers who might be willing to take a look at you." One of the very few plus sides to being moved around the world constantly was the connections she was able to build up in all sorts of areas. "That is, if you want them to."
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