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pinecone · 06-24-2015, 10:22 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

No desire...fifty yards...annoying little being...ever again.

Oh Merlin, didn't someone have their knickers in a finely coiled knot? Lex didn't hold back the laughter, finding it hard to be anything but amused at the irritation on the man. If he got worked up about something like, imagine what he'd be like when work started and everything was going wrong. She wouldn't even assure him that they likely weren't working in the same Department and would never have need of seeing each other again, oh no, this was far more entertaining--HE was far more entertaining.

The laughter finally subsided at his question but the amused look still danced in her bright hazel eyes. Quite the card he was. "I'm only three and I'll thank you not to be rushing my age along, Sir." Did it bother her that he'd called her immature? Not. Even. He didn't know her, she didn't know him (the latter being the more important to consider). His opinion simply didn't matter. A devilishly wicked grin spread across her lips as he continued on.

A nightmare? Her step-mother called her that frequently. "On the contrary," Lex insisted, the grin going nowhere, "I'm a holy terror." Something he should have thought of before deciding to be quite so anti-social. Now he had all the time in the world to get that sorted while she went back to the machine to collect the other man's wand and hand him his package. Vaguely, she was aware of glare set on his features but they did little to perturb her. Problem was, Alexa Cambridge was provocative by nature. Unless she kept herself in check, she particularly liked being the source of someone's frustration. Always had.

Attention back to him, Lex leaned against the desk once more and regarded him objectively. Sincerity meant all but nothing to her, so long as he suffered through the act and when it was over, the young woman reached across and stuck the glasses back on his face. "It's quite the redundant use of language but you said 'please'." With that she turned and placed his wand in the machine. See? All it took was a little courtesy and they were getting places.

Lysander's bare eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Lex informed him that she was actually three in age, rather than the five he suggested. What an annoying little person she was. He bit his sharp tongue, however, mentally filing her in the "nemesis" file of his brain as he waited impatiently for her to deem his transparent act as good enough. Luckily for him, it was only moments later that Lex returned his glasses to his outstretched palm, deeming his use of language redundant but accepting it due to his usage of please.

Once he felt the familiar weight of his glasses on his palm, his expression immediately transformed into a sour scowl. He quickly placed the large frames atop his cheekbones, letting out an involuntary sigh of relief as his world turned from that of vague blobs into the clarity he so desired. His green eyes, now exaggerated once more by the thick glass, narrowed viciously as the girl before him returned to sharp definition. Now that he had what he wanted... "You nasty, despicable, difficult, disgruntled little -- " his sharp words were cut off as he realized she still had his wand. Oh dear Merlin, he still had to stand here as she weighed his wand on her own sweet timeline. "GRUUUUURGH," the young man let out a visceral noise in frustration, pacing ever so slightly in front of the counter with impatience.

"Does every person's wand registration take this long, or is it just a special two hour service for me?" he wondered viciously, now clearly perturbed. It was clear that Lysander had very little patience, as he had only really been there for a few minutes at best.

06-24-2015, 10:22 PM	#98 (permalink)
pinecone Puffskein Join Date: May 2015 Location: Westeros Posts: 1,025	Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo No desire...fifty yards...annoying little being...ever again. Oh Merlin, didn't someone have their knickers in a finely coiled knot? Lex didn't hold back the laughter, finding it hard to be anything but amused at the irritation on the man. If he got worked up about something like, imagine what he'd be like when work started and everything was going wrong. She wouldn't even assure him that they likely weren't working in the same Department and would never have need of seeing each other again, oh no, this was far more entertaining--HE was far more entertaining. The laughter finally subsided at his question but the amused look still danced in her bright hazel eyes. Quite the card he was. "I'm only three and I'll thank you not to be rushing my age along, Sir." Did it bother her that he'd called her immature? Not. Even. He didn't know her, she didn't know him (the latter being the more important to consider). His opinion simply didn't matter. A devilishly wicked grin spread across her lips as he continued on. A nightmare? Her step-mother called her that frequently. "On the contrary," Lex insisted, the grin going nowhere, "I'm a holy terror." Something he should have thought of before deciding to be quite so anti-social. Now he had all the time in the world to get that sorted while she went back to the machine to collect the other man's wand and hand him his package. Vaguely, she was aware of glare set on his features but they did little to perturb her. Problem was, Alexa Cambridge was provocative by nature. Unless she kept herself in check, she particularly liked being the source of someone's frustration. Always had. Attention back to him, Lex leaned against the desk once more and regarded him objectively. Sincerity meant all but nothing to her, so long as he suffered through the act and when it was over, the young woman reached across and stuck the glasses back on his face. "It's quite the redundant use of language but you said 'please'." With that she turned and placed his wand in the machine. See? All it took was a little courtesy and they were getting places. Lysander's bare eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Lex informed him that she was actually three in age, rather than the five he suggested. What an annoying little person she was. He bit his sharp tongue, however, mentally filing her in the "nemesis" file of his brain as he waited impatiently for her to deem his transparent act as good enough. Luckily for him, it was only moments later that Lex returned his glasses to his outstretched palm, deeming his use of language redundant but accepting it due to his usage of please. Once he felt the familiar weight of his glasses on his palm, his expression immediately transformed into a sour scowl. He quickly placed the large frames atop his cheekbones, letting out an involuntary sigh of relief as his world turned from that of vague blobs into the clarity he so desired. His green eyes, now exaggerated once more by the thick glass, narrowed viciously as the girl before him returned to sharp definition. Now that he had what he wanted... "You nasty, despicable, difficult, disgruntled little -- " his sharp words were cut off as he realized she still had his wand. Oh dear Merlin, he still had to stand here as she weighed his wand on her own sweet timeline. "GRUUUUURGH," the young man let out a visceral noise in frustration, pacing ever so slightly in front of the counter with impatience. *"Does every person's wand registration take this long, or is it just a special two hour* service for me?"** he wondered viciously, now clearly perturbed. It was clear that Lysander had very little patience, as he had only really been there for a few minutes at best.