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TeafortheSoul · 03-18-2019, 04:56 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Everything that happened after leaving that initial chamber was a blur - a literally blur. Perhaps it was because she had actively shut her brain off from processing as they were lead through the corridors and greeted with the crude voices of inmates from either side. No one needed to hear their expletives, least of all her. So everything from that entry chamber to the sound of the cell door being locked - literally locked - behind them was nothing but a blank. As a result, it took her brain a few moments to kick start back on, almost as though she had taken a severe bludger to the head and knocked square off her broom and into the stands. Something that had not happened to her personally since her Durmstrang days playing for her house team. Different brand of quidditch over there compared to here in the British Isles.

As such, her vision was met with much confusion at the sight of the quaint little table and the rose. Having half a mind to believe she had been knocked upside the head by a blunt object, her hand instinctively went to touch the back of it...and the top of it...and her temple as a precaution.

Nope. This was all very much real and very much happening.

Which was then and only then, at his timid introduction, did she pay her company and real mind. Save for the very clear image of him removing seven wands from his pockets, that is. Ramiel Skeres, was it? She had managed to catch his name at least between her own processing of the situation and his ramblings - the latter of which she was willing to forgive in the moment given that, yes, this was a very strange situation and he had an aesthetically pleasing quality about him. All in all, things could still be considerably worse so, at least for now, she did not feel the urge to rub her forehead again.

"Zinnia Shacklebolt," replies calmly as she takes a few glided steps in his direction to offer her deceptively dainty hand to him. For a handshake or a more gentlemanly approach to the situation, she did not know his upbringing to know which to expect. "....that we are...at least it is..." Pauses for a moment to make sure that her ears were not simply blocking out unnecessary noise. "...quiet." They had clearly been lead to a cell a block or so away from the rest of the inmates.

How much were these Aurors getting paid to be their babysitters for this? She could hardly imagine Angelo or Evangeline agreeing to this no matter the salary.

"....so. Seven wands. Impressive."

Clearly whatever his profession was was nothing unsavory or else the Aurors would not have even entertained his presence here. Then again, and she would blame Cassius for the thoughts, this matchmaker was clearly insane so who was to know for sure that one Zinnia Shacklebolt was not on a blind date with a criminal?

He... knew that name. He did. He wasn't a Quidditch person exactly but he still knew that name. Would be too much a coincidence for to be a different Zinnia Shacklebolt, wouldn't it? Ram took her offered hand and shook it firmly enough with his own rough hand and then looked around, realising she was right. It WAS fairly quiet. Peaceful almost. Small miracles because Ram was pretty sure that insane screams wouldn't exactly improve the ambiance.

Seven wands. Uh. Yeah. About that.

"I'm a wandmaker." He said. That was explanation enough wasn't it? As to why he had so many with him? "I... I'm the new manager at Ollivanders." And... he should.... Yeah. Ram pulled a chair out for her. That was what you did, wasn't it? Even in a prison?

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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 sweetpinkpixie Everything that happened after leaving that initial chamber was a blur - a literally blur. Perhaps it was because she had actively shut her brain off from processing as they were lead through the corridors and greeted with the crude voices of inmates from either side. No one needed to hear their expletives, least of all her. So everything from that entry chamber to the sound of the cell door being locked - literally locked - behind them was nothing but a blank. As a result, it took her brain a few moments to kick start back on, almost as though she had taken a severe bludger to the head and knocked square off her broom and into the stands. Something that had not happened to her personally since her Durmstrang days playing for her house team. Different brand of quidditch over there compared to here in the British Isles. As such, her vision was met with much confusion at the sight of the quaint little table and the rose. Having half a mind to believe she had been knocked upside the head by a blunt object, her hand instinctively went to touch the back of it...and the top of it...and her temple as a precaution. Nope. This was all very much real and very much happening. Which was then and only then, at his timid introduction, did she pay her company and real mind. Save for the very clear image of him removing seven wands from his pockets, that is. Ramiel Skeres, was it? She had managed to catch his name at least between her own processing of the situation and his ramblings - the latter of which she was willing to forgive in the moment given that, yes, this was a very strange situation and he had an aesthetically pleasing quality about him. All in all, things could still be considerably worse so, at least for now, she did not feel the urge to rub her forehead again. "Zinnia Shacklebolt," replies calmly as she takes a few glided steps in his direction to offer her deceptively dainty hand to him. For a handshake or a more gentlemanly approach to the situation, she did not know his upbringing to know which to expect. "....that we are...at least it is..." Pauses for a moment to make sure that her ears were not simply blocking out unnecessary noise. "...quiet." They had clearly been lead to a cell a block or so away from the rest of the inmates. How much were these Aurors getting paid to be their babysitters for this? She could hardly imagine Angelo or Evangeline agreeing to this no matter the salary. "....so. Seven wands. Impressive." Clearly whatever his profession was was nothing unsavory or else the Aurors would not have even entertained his presence here. Then again, and she would blame Cassius for the thoughts, this matchmaker was clearly insane so who was to know for sure that one Zinnia Shacklebolt was not on a blind date with a criminal? He... knew that name. He did. He wasn't a Quidditch person exactly but he still knew that name. Would be too much a coincidence for to be a different Zinnia Shacklebolt, wouldn't it? Ram took her offered hand and shook it firmly enough with his own rough hand and then looked around, realising she was right. It WAS fairly quiet. Peaceful almost. Small miracles because Ram was pretty sure that insane screams wouldn't exactly improve the ambiance. Seven wands. Uh. Yeah. About that. "I'm a wandmaker." He said. That was explanation enough wasn't it? As to why he had so many with him? "I... I'm the new manager at Ollivanders." And... he should.... Yeah. Ram pulled a chair out for her. That was what you did, wasn't it? Even in a prison? __________________ 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