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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 1, 2011 13:47:12 GMT -5
"Other than just about everything?" Emilian asked. "Michael and Dare teach, Dru's the librarian, Chase is the headmaster, the Three Broomsticks has a new owner...we have a resident fashionista with his aussie loverboy, a man I grew up with is teaching, Eros d'Avonderre. As far as I know there's a whole slew of new prefects. I think Dare's brother is the new head boy." A lot had changed.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 2, 2011 9:02:04 GMT -5
Storm raised her glass to her lips, taking another sip of her drink. "How exciting." so now her generation was in charge of the school, it sounded... eventful. "And Hogwarts is still able to function? I wonder how students are dealing." girls swooning over the new Headmaster, ogling the married professors, the constant whispers in the hallways, classes and libraries. It sounded like hell. "I guess if I stayed, I would have gone insane." well she probably would have graduated, but still Storm was positive that she would eventually wind up in St. Mungo's... or Azkaban. "How has business been?" moving away from painful thoughts sounded like a better idea.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 3, 2011 13:19:21 GMT -5
"Booming," Emilian said, with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm still part of the rumor mill, apparently. People still show up to gawk sometimes. But at least they usually buy something." He supposed the glare or occasional sweet talking helped tremendously with that. At least it got people in the door and money in the drawer. "Keeps a good flow of people up here, at least," he said, smirking.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 8, 2011 17:33:27 GMT -5
She didn't miss he sarcasm, but she was mildly surprised he wasn't getting much business. For starters Hogwarts was female predominant and a lot of them were rich little snobs. That, and Emilian had beautiful jewelry; it was a pity. "Once your on the Daily Prophet, you're bound to show up again; It's inevitable." it was sad but true, most people who were on it at least once, would definitely be on it again eventually even if by just a mention of the name. "It's your charm Emilian, it keeps the girls coming. Consider yourself blessed." she grinned, Storm twirled the drink in her hand, watching the innocent looking liquid inside the glass before taking another sip.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 18, 2011 21:45:09 GMT -5
Emilian gave a small smile and shrugged. "Keeps everyone coming," he corrected. "I've recently refound the fun that can be had with a cute boy." And more than one, although that Jory had definitely shown up his fair share of times. "You could always join us," he said. "I'm not sure my most recent visitor is at all attracted to girls but I can probably talk him into anything." His eyes slid over Storm as his mind pushed away previous thoughts.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 18, 2011 22:03:45 GMT -5
"Well it's good knowing you've got someone to keep you company." she doubted there was one, and by the tone of her voice it was obvious that she knew he had quite a list of people, but the details were not that important. "I think I'm going to have to pass on that one." Emilian never changed, but she did find his offer somewhat amusing. "I'm sure you can easily find another girl or guy to join in your little party." she sat up straight, crossing her legs, something about what he said made her raise a brow.
"So let me guess, this recent visitor is a quiet little mousy boy who will do anything and everything you tell him as long as it leads to wild night. You do know how to pick your pray Emilian." she raised the rest of her drink said a quick cheers and finished it off. There was a little left, but the burning sensation definitely lasted much longer.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 18, 2011 22:22:52 GMT -5
"He's a cute little country boy with short dark hair, bright blue eyes, and piercings in the best places," Emilian said, grinning. "And yes, he'll do anything I tell him to do, he's a nice little one to experiment with." And he had certainly had fun doing some experimentation with Jory, even if he had done much of it in the past. It had been a long time since he had done most of it, and it was mostly all new to his partner.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 18, 2011 22:46:37 GMT -5
Listening to the description, the boy sounded very cute, someone if she got close to she could see a a little brother. Running a hand through her hair, only for it to fall perfectly in place she managed a tiny grin. "So the tiger is back in his natural habitat, good for you." Storm wasn't sure though is he happy being let out of his cage?
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 19, 2011 17:51:36 GMT -5
Emilian raised his glass and took a long drink. "It's good to be back." Mostly. He still thought of Adara, still found small things, perhaps something she had once had in her hair, still smelled her in fabrics. Some days it was more painful than others, but those days were further in between now than they had been a few months ago. His visitors certainly helped.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 19, 2011 19:49:14 GMT -5
Storm looked downward, well it was good to be back, but it wasn't without a mental conflict, especially the one she was having now. "How is everyone else? I mean... how's Michael." the one man who she considered to be a close friend of her's. Storm wanted desperately to know. She couldn't show her face there, not after not being there to support him on the most important day of his life. No, it was best she stayed away, because the last thing she needed was to be a bad buzz, and she was sure that he was happy with his new spouse.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 19, 2011 20:18:56 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes darkened again. "How should I know?" he asked. "I haven't talked to him. Last I heard him and his little mudblood were just peachy." He didn't want to think about Michael, much less know how he was doing. He didn't care, any possible reconciliation had been crushed to dust during their last conversation.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 19, 2011 20:24:32 GMT -5
Storm was taken aback by his tone, had things gone sour between Emilian and Michael? Taking a deep breath, she shook her head the term mudblood didn't sit well with her. Dare had been a nice guy, and the fact that Emilian was talking about him in such a negative manner bothered her a bit. Her face remained neutral. "I see." what could she say about that, it obviously bothered Emilian and she really didn't want to pour salt on a seemingly fresh wound. "Sorry I asked." she muttered, but he probably heard.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 19, 2011 21:12:21 GMT -5
"Michael came here back when he had just moved to the school," Emilian said, explaining for Storm only. "Decided to give me a piece of his mind, apparently, and told me to stay away from him and his family. Gave me quite the talking to." He hated thinking about it, but at least Storm had a little more to go on rather than assumptions, not that he was going to go into details.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jan 19, 2011 21:37:01 GMT -5
Storm made a slight oh sound, while he explained the what, she wondered why Michael would do that. It would be without reason. Not wanting to pry, she kept her mouth closed, it wasn't any of her business and she wasn't one to ask.
Emilian seemed to be doing fine, despite a very bad break up, honestly she would have expected him to be in much worse shape despite the scruffiness. She was glad though that there was at least some form of peace, she could remember how chaotic their years were.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 19, 2011 21:51:43 GMT -5
No, Storm hadn't gotten the whole story, but he wasn't about to tell her how he had come up to Dare and screwed that up, too. "So you wouldn't want to come to bed by any chance, would you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and looking over at her. It would be amazing if she did, but it wouldn't surprise him if she said no. And he could always get Jory or someone else.
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