
| girls' night out; in which two young ladies seek mischief | |
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| cait | Jul 18 2009, 09:03 PM Post #21 |
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"Woggles." Lily said, dumbfounded, "You use woggles in everyday conversation. Marlene, I have NEVER head you or anyone else say Woggles." Fric and Fred were now back the the table, passing out the Butterbeers. "So," Alfred began, "you ladies live here? In Hogsmeade?" |
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| Brooke | Jul 18 2009, 09:08 PM Post #22 |
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Marlene sent a smile to Lily, and a slight shrug. There was nothing that they could say about the safe word now. So Marlene turned her attention to Alfred, shaking her head. "Oh no. Lily and I are on our way to stay with some friends, down in Spain. We're just passing through." She smiled warmly. "Where about do you fellows live?" |
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| cait | Jul 18 2009, 09:12 PM Post #23 |
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"Romania," they said simultaneously, which creeped Lily out a bit. "Romania, how interesting," and totally not creepy at all, she thought sarcastically. She sipped her butterbeer gently, so as to ascertain if there was a suspicious taste. |
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| Brooke | Jul 18 2009, 09:16 PM Post #24 |
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"Romania, eh?" Marlene ignored the butterbeer in front of her. One thing you DID NOT do when around boys that you weren't sure about, was drink things that they had given you. She pinched Lily's thigh underneath the table, looking hard at the butterbeer that she was sipping out of. "And you guys are all the way down here, looking for supplies for...your own ministry?" Suspicion touched slightly in her voice, and she worked hard to disguise. |
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| cait | Jul 18 2009, 09:21 PM Post #25 |
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Fric and Fred had obviously not been expecting to be questioned. Fred, who was drinking his butterbeer, was taken aback by the question and began to choke a little. Regaining his composure, he said "Yes." "Now," Lily asked him, taking a drink of butterbeer, "I don't know much about the Romanian Ministry of Magic. Is it a lot like ours?" |
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| Brooke | Jul 18 2009, 09:25 PM Post #26 |
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Marlene's eyebrow's furrowed, as if in thought, confusion. "But, wait...I don't understand. What is down here that you can't get up in Romania?" She played her part well. Wulfric sighed. This wasn't what he wanted; what he wanted, was a nice piece of female English meat. Prefferably dumb; these girls were too curious, too smart for his liking. "Yes, it is. Except our Magical Games and Sports Department is a lot better." He attempted to change the subject seamlessly. |
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| cait | Jul 18 2009, 09:29 PM Post #27 |
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"Yeah, but we're girls, Wulfric. We don't care about sorts," Lily said, wisely. Somehow, she had switched back into Prefect mode. "Now, come, come, ladies, surely you must enjoy watching some sports?" Alfred asked. "Nope," Lily said proudly, popping the "p." "We do, however, enjoy political science and economics. So what good does England provide to Romania?" |
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| Brooke | Jul 18 2009, 09:33 PM Post #28 |
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"I enjoy watching sports." Marlene reached her arm over the table, resting her hand on Alfred's arm. "All kinds." Back to being flirtacious little Marlene, it seemed. Wulfric shrugged, glancing at Alfred, and taking a swig of his firewhisky. |
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| cait | Jul 18 2009, 09:39 PM Post #29 |
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Lily, who had hoped to continue being inquisitive, sighed and took a large drink of her Butterbeer. It was already half gone. Lily glanced over at Wulfric, who was looking at her expectantly. "So, Wulfric," she asked, nervously, "That's, uh, how do you spell that, exactly?" "Well, we particularly enjoy Quidditch in Romania," Alfred explained to Brooke. "But not professional Quidditch. Too many rules!" |
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| Brooke | Jul 18 2009, 09:43 PM Post #30 |
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Wulfric smirked at Lily. "Well sweetheart, it's spelled exactly how it seems. Why don't you tell me how you think it's spelled; if you get it right, I'll buy you another drink." "But how is that? You mean the Quidditch that they play at children's schools?" Marlene shook her head. "Oh dear; it seems we have a major conflict of opinion right there, Alfred. You see, in proffesional Quidditch, they play things dirty. I like it when they play dirty." She smirked at him. |
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