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“Well, I’m sorrrry,” Aero said to the snappy woman. “You see, generally, people say what they would like to order. So, what is it you would like to drink?” Despite the rumors, Aero wasn’t psychic. Her grandmum claimed she was, but that woman had long been crazy. She pushed that loose lock of hair back. Always hanging in her eyes like that. A conspiracy, she’d decided.
Andi sighed. "I thought it might help to get your attention before stating what sort of drink I wanted," she said, an edge of sarcasm creeping into her quiet voice. "Just in case you accidentally bring me Firewhiskey when I want a gin and tonic, please."
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Andrei had given up on the bread and soup, it was good food, but he really was not in any disposition to eat anything. Besides, Cook had given him a breakfast fit to feed an army that morning.
Leaning back in his chair, he sipped on the firewhiskey and took out a cigar from his breastpocket. Rolling it between his fingers and taking a whiff of the pure Cuban tobacco - Muggles still made the best cigars, despite the wizarding community's attempts.
His eyes wandered back to the slim woman standing by the bar, she was currently snapping at the proprietress. He couldn't help the laugh that escaped from his lips as he took in her angry furrowed eyebrows and stiff countenance.
Andi heard a laugh as she received her drink. It was the kind of laugh that burrowed deep inside her and flipped on all the right switches. She felt a crawling up her spine and her cheeks smarted as blood rushed upwards. Andi felt a little shiver of fury as she whirled round.
"Count Vannacutt, I presume?" said Andi, striding over to him, and taking a seat.
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Ashlie slipped in through the door, eyeing the Ice Cream Shop in glee. She liked being in here, oddly. It might have had to do with her fondness of sugary foods. She felt like skipping, or prancing. Like... old Ashlie. Peony would love it. She giggled out loud, feeling gleeful for some reason. No reason.
"Eeeee," she allowed to escape while waiting for Peony and Jacques.
Peony laughed as she caught up with Ashlie. Grimwald and Boreas, tagging along at full speed, plowed into her - Boreas into her hair and Grimwald into her ankles. She turned with a scowl that would've done Andi great justice. "What? You lot want ice-creams too?"
Aw, just one. They can share. You spoil them. Well, I'll pay for them. Excuse me!? Whaddaya mean you'll pay for them?? That's my money!
The Voice sounded snide:
Why is it when it comes to money, you always resort to double exclamation marks, Scrooge?