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Magical Soul · 02-13-2021, 07:29 PM

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Originally Posted by Ginevra

Lucille was going to play along. After all, she liked excitement. As the man moved closer, her eyes slowly looked him up and down as if almost awed by his presence. She could play tricks, too.

"Why thank you. I'm seeking some flora that will liven up my greenhouse at home. The more unusual, the better."

She smiled a beautiful crimson grin. "I'd appreciate any help, Mr...."

He listened to her fully and entirely, it was a nice voice she had, although the pitch wasn't his favourite. It'd been a while since he had a proper conversation with a person that didn't include blackmailin or wailing. It was... intresting. He wasn't sure he cared for it. "I see." All the 'fauna' he recognized were flesh-eating ones. The shopkeeper probably had arranged those away and out of sight? His eyes swept their surroundings quickly, trying to find one that he knew... but her qeustion drew him back to her.

His name? She was practically asking him for his name. Oh what a delightful woman. His smile didn't falter. He considered just ending this conversation with the way he usually did. Swiftly curse the woman and take her to his groupie downstairs. Or, wait, was that wretched goblin still worked KA? He might show up once a curse had been cast. But... Everard discovered he was getting old, his eagerness to harm had lessened over the years. Pity. "Mr. Peverell. Everard Peverell." He provided honestly, fearlessly and perhaps foolishly for if this woman went about saying his name... a couple of wizards would recognize he was back and would definitely look for him. Not for a welcome party--well, maybe some would consider it a party but blood would be shed by the end of it.

02-13-2021, 07:29 PM	#7 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Ginevra Lucille was going to play along. After all, she liked excitement. As the man moved closer, her eyes slowly looked him up and down as if almost awed by his presence. She could play tricks, too. "Why thank you. I'm seeking some flora that will liven up my greenhouse at home. The more unusual, the better." She smiled a beautiful crimson grin. "I'd appreciate any help, Mr...." He listened to her fully and entirely, it was a nice voice she had, although the pitch wasn't his favourite. It'd been a while since he had a proper conversation with a person that didn't include blackmailin or wailing. It was... intresting. He wasn't sure he cared for it. "I see." All the 'fauna' he recognized were flesh-eating ones. The shopkeeper probably had arranged those away and out of sight? His eyes swept their surroundings quickly, trying to find one that he knew... but her qeustion drew him back to her. His name? She was practically asking him for his name. Oh what a delightful woman. His smile didn't falter. He considered just ending this conversation with the way he usually did. Swiftly curse the woman and take her to his groupie downstairs. Or, wait, was that wretched goblin still worked KA? He might show up once a curse had been cast. But... Everard discovered he was getting old, his eagerness to harm had lessened over the years. Pity. "Mr. Peverell. Everard Peverell." He provided honestly, fearlessly and perhaps foolishly for if this woman went about saying his name... a couple of wizards would recognize he was back and would definitely look for him. Not for a welcome party--well, maybe some would consider it a party but blood would be shed by the end of it.