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GlassXRose · 08-08-2012, 06:10 PM

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Originally Posted by Macavity

To say Nigel could see Elinor's pleasure in his acceptance of her invitation for dinner would be an undertstatement. The smile that spread across her face was stronge evidence to that effect followed by her enthusiastic hug after she took his extended hand. He loosely returned it, not wanting it to appear awkwardly one-sided but let her slip away after the brief kiss on his cheek.

Ah yes...the business end of the visit.

Nigel slipped past her as the basket he had kept off to one side of his office, all corked and magically safely from any spattering of love potion. The shopkeeper then turned around and offered it to Elinor, slipping a piece of paper out for his own benefit. "That will be 17 galleons, 10 sickles and 18 knuts," he answered reading over the calculations he had figured out earlier while he was waiting on one of the potions he needed to brew.

It was one of her more expensive purchases from the shop and Nigel found himself hoping as she herself reached for her purse that the department she worked so hard for was at least paying for a good part of the expenses. Otherwise doing business with someone who they were technically dating was going to be interesting.

She looked after him as he crossed, watching him retrieve the basket, her hand resting inside the clutch, awating the first number and the first number only. It was a questionably bad habit Elinor had-- She didn't like to deal with the smaller coins. Not because she was financially above-average, just because she found them annoying. How Muggles dealt with it, she would never know.

18 Galleons. "Twenty Galleons, not a problem," she said almost pointedly as her fingers began to rifle through the gold coins in counts of five, setting them in neat stacks. "Fifteen... Seventeen... Nineteen-- Twenty." She snapped it closed, as if punctuating. She was not going to tolerate arguing, and she was not going to take a knut of her money back, as was clear as she tossed the clutch back in her purse and graciously took the basket from Nigel.

"Thank you again, Nigel. I appreciate it very much. Once again, you impress me with your willingness to go above and beyond for little old me," she chuckled as she briefly examined the bottles. She was going to apologize for putting him through the fiasco with the amortenia, but it would be breaking her vow to not mention it.

She assured herself that he knew she felt guilty, and he forgave her.

08-08-2012, 06:10 PM	#36 (permalink)
GlassXRose I Snuggle Werewuffs! Love Potioneer Moke Join Date: May 2007 Location: Lost in time/space Posts: 8,954	\|Who's On First? \| Challenge Accepted.\| \| :Ink For Blood: \| Team SUITS!\| Quote: Originally Posted by Macavity To say Nigel could see Elinor's pleasure in his acceptance of her invitation for dinner would be an undertstatement. The smile that spread across her face was stronge evidence to that effect followed by her enthusiastic hug after she took his extended hand. He loosely returned it, not wanting it to appear awkwardly one-sided but let her slip away after the brief kiss on his cheek. Ah yes...the business end of the visit. Nigel slipped past her as the basket he had kept off to one side of his office, all corked and magically safely from any spattering of love potion. The shopkeeper then turned around and offered it to Elinor, slipping a piece of paper out for his own benefit. "That will be 17 galleons, 10 sickles and 18 knuts," he answered reading over the calculations he had figured out earlier while he was waiting on one of the potions he needed to brew. It was one of her more expensive purchases from the shop and Nigel found himself hoping as she herself reached for her purse that the department she worked so hard for was at least paying for a good part of the expenses. Otherwise doing business with someone who they were technically dating was going to be interesting. She looked after him as he crossed, watching him retrieve the basket, her hand resting inside the clutch, awating the first number and the first number only. It was a questionably bad habit Elinor had-- She didn't like to deal with the smaller coins. Not because she was financially above-average, just because she found them annoying. How Muggles dealt with it, she would never know. 18 Galleons. "Twenty Galleons, not a problem," she said almost pointedly as her fingers began to rifle through the gold coins in counts of five, setting them in neat stacks. "Fifteen... Seventeen... Nineteen-- Twenty." She snapped it closed, as if punctuating. She was not going to tolerate arguing, and she was not going to take a knut of her money back, as was clear as she tossed the clutch back in her purse and graciously took the basket from Nigel. "Thank you again, Nigel. I appreciate it very much. Once again, you impress me with your willingness to go above and beyond for little old me," she chuckled as she briefly examined the bottles. She was going to apologize for putting him through the fiasco with the amortenia, but it would be breaking her vow to not mention it. She assured herself that he knew she felt guilty, and he forgave her. __________________