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TeafortheSoul · 04-27-2011, 01:57 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by GlassXRose

The lanky man took in a long, silent breath, and lifted his head, almost looking down his nose at the girl. He remembered, of course, that he was still "new" to Knockturn Alley. He hadn't been here in years, and, thus, had no right to act like he owned the place. But it had also been quite some time since someone had addressed him so formally. Abandoning the suit he had been inspecting, he took a few steps across the shop, but didn't care to come too close.

"Are you here for a reason?," he asked quietly, his voice not threatening, but eerily smooth and calm. "It must be a very, very good reason for one such as yourself, against all advisability and warning, to boldly and without regard to consequences, venture into a place where you clearly are. Not. Wanted. Or welcome."

Although he wasn't completely turning his attention to the woman who had entered, he did look up and give a small bow out of old-fashioned respect. "Ma'am," he greeted quietly, then stood straight once more, looking down at the girl.

Oh.

Celandine turned slightly and offered a teeny curtsey, just enough to be polite acknowledgement, but also slight enough to show that, well, he was lucky that she curtseyed towards him at all really. She might be a Kettleburn now but she'd always be a Toussaint and that meant she'd been brought up to know her own worth.

She did notice the man talking to a girl and while Celandine didn't say anything, she was aware, even as her fingertips brushed the fabrics on display in front of her.

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Originally Posted by Pinky

Carina swept into the robes shop that the nice gentleman had suggested she check out. Ooooh! How lovely it seemed! Much nicer than the street itself, which was a bit dodgy... at best. Oh well. She had not been in London in AGES, she supposed the advice of a lovely man on the street was better than nothing.

Oh well that lady looked like she knew where she was going... Carina followed after her, her heels clicking as she picked up her step. "Oh! I just knew you were going for the dress robes! Glad I picked you to follow!" she said with a smile as she stepped up to a rack of robes and started looking through. She needed purples... DARK purples. Mhm.

O_O

She turned around.

"You were following me?" She peeked around immediately, looking for cameras and the like. She hadn't been hounded much lately but then she hadn't been out much either, and the location of her home wasn't yet common knowledge.

Usually Twilfits was pretty good at keeping out the media when it came right down to it. She hadn't ever really been bothered in Knockturn Alley, the one time she had, she had spoken to Atropos Trelawney about it and then the problem had gone away.

04-27-2011, 01:57 AM	#23 (permalink)
TeafortheSoul Formerly: Tegz Demiguise Join Date: May 2008 Location: Hobbiton Posts: 24,244 Hogwarts RPG Name: ??? Ravenclaw Hogwarts RPG Name: Ronnie Thurkell Gryffindor Seventh Year x12 x12	lives in a hobbit hole \|\| Ern and Touz's Nuzzle \|\| roflysst \|\| looking at a seed packet Quote: Originally Posted by GlassXRose The lanky man took in a long, silent breath, and lifted his head, almost looking down his nose at the girl. He remembered, of course, that he was still "new" to Knockturn Alley. He hadn't been here in years, and, thus, had no right to act like he owned the place. But it had also been quite some time since someone had addressed him so formally. Abandoning the suit he had been inspecting, he took a few steps across the shop, but didn't care to come too close. *"Are you here* for a reason?,"** he asked quietly, his voice not threatening, but eerily smooth and calm. "It must be a very, very good reason for one such as yourself, against all advisability and warning, to boldly and without regard to consequences, venture into a place where you clearly are. Not. Wanted. Or welcome." Although he wasn't completely turning his attention to the woman who had entered, he did look up and give a small bow out of old-fashioned respect. "Ma'am," he greeted quietly, then stood straight once more, looking down at the girl. Oh. Celandine turned slightly and offered a teeny curtsey, just enough to be polite acknowledgement, but also slight enough to show that, well, he was lucky that she curtseyed towards him at all really. She might be a Kettleburn now but she'd always be a Toussaint and that meant she'd been brought up to know her own worth. She did notice the man talking to a girl and while Celandine didn't say anything, she was aware, even as her fingertips brushed the fabrics on display in front of her. Quote: Originally Posted by Pinky Carina swept into the robes shop that the nice gentleman had suggested she check out. Ooooh! How lovely it seemed! Much nicer than the street itself, which was a bit dodgy... at best. Oh well. She had not been in London in AGES, she supposed the advice of a lovely man on the street was better than nothing. Oh well that lady looked like she knew where she was going... Carina followed after her, her heels clicking as she picked up her step. "Oh! I just knew you were going for the dress robes! Glad I picked you to follow!" she said with a smile as she stepped up to a rack of robes and started looking through. She needed purples... DARK purples. Mhm. O_O She turned around. "You were following me?" She peeked around immediately, looking for cameras and the like. She hadn't been hounded much lately but then she hadn't been out much either, and the location of her home wasn't yet common knowledge. Usually Twilfits was pretty good at keeping out the media when it came right down to it. She hadn't ever really been bothered in Knockturn Alley, the one time she had, she had spoken to Atropos Trelawney about it and then the problem had gone away. __________________ love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you