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Post by Alexander Crescent on Oct 30, 2007 3:49:03 GMT
I walk slowly into the bar looking at the crowd from under my hood. A couple of people look up and smirk at me. I just glare at them and make my way to the bar and sit on a stool.
"Firewhiskey, make it a double..." I say coarsely to the bartender.
I was tired from my hunt for my daughters, nephews, nieces, the rest of the blood traitor family. Especially Shelby. I smirk at the thought of when I seen her last, laying on the ground breathless after I cruicoed her. I close my eyes and chuckle deeply before I take a sip of the bitter drink.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 21:48:22 GMT
I wasn't normally found going into the Hog's Head but the Three Broomsticks was especially crowded today and I didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment.
I walked up to the bar, "Could I have a butterbeer?" I asked the bartender as I sat down on a stool.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Nov 4, 2007 21:53:26 GMT
I look at the guy who walked in and instantly notice it was my nephew, but I don't say a word. "Hey there, haven't seen you in here before..." I say in a fake voice, to trick him. I didn't want to reveal myself completely yet.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 21:59:15 GMT
I looked over the man who just talked to me. I couldn't see his face because of the hood, but his voice did sound faintly familar to me. "Don't come in here much" I said taking a sip of my butterbeer.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Nov 4, 2007 22:05:41 GMT
"I see...many interesting people here. You should come more." I chuckle slightly. Maybe I should take breaks more often, this is too easy... I thought to myself.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 22:08:28 GMT
"It's not really my type of place..." I say looking around me, "Kinda dodgy if you ask me actually..." I add taking another drink, "No offense by the way.."
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Nov 4, 2007 22:21:56 GMT
I glare at my goody goody nephew, but shake it off. Remember, wait and ask questions first... I thought. "So, do you know a Shelby Henderson?" I ask kindly, with an unpassable smile. "She has lost this, I wish to return it to her..." I say motioning to a silver necklace. Of course she 'lost' it. I pulled it off of her, the last time I cruicoed her...
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 22:26:16 GMT
I squint my eyes slightly at his question, "Uh... yeah... yeah I do." I say slowly trying to get a better look at him, "I'd be happy to return it to her for you." I added looking at the necklace and recgonizing it.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Nov 4, 2007 22:51:07 GMT
"No..." I say coldly. "I...I mean, I'll feel better giving the necklace to her instead." I say quickly.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 22:55:09 GMT
"Well, uh.." I start to say looking from the necklace back to the man, "I don't know where'd you find her... Which is why it'd be easier if I just gave it back to her when I see her around..." I say as I try to think of where I've heard his voice before. "How do you know Shell?" I asked him curiously.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Nov 4, 2007 23:15:50 GMT
"We met in Flourish and Blotts a while ago..." I lie to him.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Nov 4, 2007 23:21:54 GMT
I nod my head slightly taking another sip from my drink, "Well, like I said, I don't know where you'll find her"
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 21:58:37 GMT
"I'm pretty sure you're lying Riley." I say to him coldly. "It's not nice to lie to your favoriteuncle."
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Post by Riley Pearson on Dec 5, 2007 22:24:15 GMT
I set my glass down and looked over at the man, knowing exactly who he was now. I hadn't heard or seen him in so long that I had easily blocked out most of what I had remembered about him.
"What do you want?" I asked him as cold as my voice could get.
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Post by Alexander Crescent on Dec 5, 2007 22:36:44 GMT
"So, how's Rubalyn? She never calls or anything...It's such a pity." I say with a smirk at his tone.
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Post by Riley Pearson on Dec 5, 2007 22:40:10 GMT
"Shove off" I say coldly, turning away from him slightly and leaning on the bar, before taking another drink.
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