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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 21:46:13 GMT -5
She shook her head, she already had that Ice Cream earlier and ate not too long ago, hopefully, and she would be fine. "My apologies Emilian, I was taught not to use first names without invitation," an honest mistake and one she wouldn't be repeating anytime soon. With that, out of the way she had to turn back to why they were here. "My father has majority shares over a few mines back home in Armenia," muggles were always blissfully unaware of how many mines there really were some kept magically hidden from them while the ones they did know of still fed gold back into the wizarding world-- it kept everyone happy. "He has been thinking about expanding outside of former soviet countries and with your ideal location I feel like your jewelry store would be a perfect location," and of course because they knew people they could always help him, and themselves, by drumming up more customers. It would take a while before results, but it would be worth it in the end. "Gold, silver, and of course copper for gold alloys. Armenia is also known for cutting diamonds which my father has a hand in," she paused allowing him to take it all in. In the end, it all came down to what he wanted and needed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 21:56:46 GMT -5
Emilian nodded along with Aline's little speech, a gloved finger once again circling the rim of his glass as he listened. "I've yet to expand to buying raw metals to form on my own pieces, but it's something I've been thinking about." Kind of, in the back of his mind. He wasn't even sure he was good enough, but he'd had enough experience handling things he probably would have a halfway decent start. "It wouldn't start large, you know."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 22:21:17 GMT -5
Aline completely understood that. "Most best partnerships start small and grow from there," it was another inside joke with herself. It wasn't like she was getting ahead of herself, but sharing she understood they wouldn't be seeing a big return at first, but in the world of business patience was key and it wasn't like they would stop supplying to others. "I could send out a few letters, I'm sure my father knows someone who could teach you the craft. You started from knowing nothing about jewelry and from what I saw you understand quality," she was impressed with what he had, evident by her own purchase. "We don't want someone who makes the same generic jewlery I can get from anywhere in the world," and Emilian was anything, but generic.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 22:28:10 GMT -5
Maybe he could make his own way, if he developed a name for himself creating his own jewelry. Although Emilian had never been the creative sort, spending so many years eyeballs deep in the trade had to have given him some sort of edge, right? Change his name, tell Brandis to stuff it, say thanks, but live your own lives to Michael and Dare. He blinked and pulled himself out of the almost-fantasy. "I think I could find the time to work with someone," he said, then shook his head and gave half a chuckle. "27 and apprenticing."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 22:43:00 GMT -5
She joined in with a tiny giggle shrugging her shoulders absentmindedly. "It's better than being 23 and still having no idea what you're doing with your life," there was nothing in the rules about being a little bit transparent, well translucent, but she did in a small sense have to sell herself somehow. She absentmindedly traced her glass a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "How long have you had the jewelry store?"
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 22:51:38 GMT -5
The girl did have a nice laugh. Not a safe thought. He took a chip as he thought back over the years. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Emilian had been expelled because of fighting and history newly come to light and had gotten money from his parents' account to get the shop. "I bought it in April of 2008," he said finally. He'd been nineteen. "Probably a horrid idea, but I'd wanted to stay close to Hogwarts. So far it hasn't done me wrong."
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 23:01:03 GMT -5
"A business owner at what? 18, 19?" she mentally did the math, "I was too busy partying and drinking, not that the former has changed much," she said with a small laugh shaking her head and taking another drink of her vodka chasing it down with water. She could already feel the tips of her fingers tingle, which was, for her, the first sign of alcohol taking hold of her system. It would take a little bit more before it impaired her judgement, but that was far off. "It seems the insane spur of the moment ideas have the best results," or maybe she just had some impulsive tendencies and so far, luck has been on her side.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 23:04:50 GMT -5
Emilian's left thumb crossed over to his ring finger and absently rubbed at the ring hidden beneath the fabric. "Sometimes. Sometimes they f~ everything up," he said. "However, that one did turn out well." His eyes crossed over her face as he took a drink. "If you're a partier, why are you in Hogsmeade? There's a club, but it's filled with students." And, therefore, boring.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 23:17:48 GMT -5
Aline smiled and shrugged her shoulder once more. "I was a partier, now it's not as appealing anymore," she still went out once in awhile with a few friends, but she didn't find it as appealing as she did in the past. It was more so just to spend time with people who she respected, but if anyone was going to take her seriously now she had to move away from the party girl image. Especially with the kind of life she wanted "Sometimes enjoying a drink in a quiet setting is more enjoyable than thundering music in your ear."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 23:22:28 GMT -5
"I used to go to clubs some when I was younger, before I left home. I thought it was fun to sneak out, but I don't think I've been to a single one since I left home," Emilian said, thinking back. A rowdy group nearer the main bar of the pub let out a cheer and barks of laughter, and he gave a wry smile. "Well, I guess we can't really call this place quiet, then, can we?"
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 23:42:41 GMT -5
"It's not as great when you're older. Sweaty bodies, random people invading your personal space without permission, you never realize how annoying it is because you're too drunk," or maybe that was just her? Either way she'd rather limit her clubbing sticking to personal house parties was better because at least you knew most of the people and could tell them off when they crossed a line in their drunken state.
She turned to look at the group rolling her eyes. She understood having fun, but sometimes watching people make loud displays for attention just came off as juvenile. "I hope I was never one of those," she turned her attention back at him. Another howl of laughter from the group made her jaw clench.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 12, 2016 23:45:41 GMT -5
Emilian's smile turned into something that resembled a smirk that used to be practically his resting face. "I think we all have our regrets, if your only one is I might have been an annoying girl at a bar, I'd say you're doing well," he said. Well, if he was honest with himself, most people were doing well in comparison to him.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 12, 2016 23:53:49 GMT -5
Aline bit down on her lower lip looking down at her fingers circling the rim of her glass she stopped the motion before turning to look back at him. "I'm no angel," she wasn't a bad person, at least she didn't think she was, but she had played with people’s minds for the sake of her own gain. Sometimes pushing them into things that they never wanted to do, but she didn't believe it was peoples mistakes that made them bad.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jan 13, 2016 0:00:08 GMT -5
"You've seen this," Emilian said, raising his gloved hand, "and this." He touched the scar that ran along his cheek. "Nobody's perfect." When it came to perfection, he was a great big goose egg. Or maybe not. There were times he had helped people, right? Mostly Adara and, now, Isolde, but it had to count for something.
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Post by Aline Saroyan on Jan 13, 2016 0:13:22 GMT -5
Her eyed followed where he indicated to and she took another drink of water allowing a pause before she spoke. "What is it that they say here? Perfection is overrated," she leaned back into her chair her lips upturned into a small smile. "If it's perfection we look for then I'm afraid all we'll find is disappointment," she never looked for something perfect, just something that worked. "Unless it's vodka," and at that she gave a small laugh.
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