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Tazenhani · 01-17-2010, 03:13 AM

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Originally Posted by PrincessBroadway

Nervously she went over to them! As she walked towards them, she thought they were both VERY handsome! The Slytherin was dark and mysterious, and the Gryffindor looked like a gentleman! "Thank you for inviting me over! I'm sorry for interrupting you or anything! I don't have many friends, but I'm really a people person! So what are your names?" She looked directly at the Gryffindor while saying this, although she meant it for all! But the Gryffindor was just so handsome she couldn't take her eyes of of him!

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Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom

"Oh don't be so suspicious. You should know that Kellen and I are on almost opposite ends of the spectrum. Psh~" Chaucer gave a quick tug on his bag, forcing Sabel to release it. It wasn't that he was bothered by the boy's rummaging, he just wanted to take away the distracting contents.

A-ha! So I have hit the mark. Chaucer, my love, you have sharply identified the elusive root of romance! Perhaps Sabel would have spoken on his own accord, but this was too slow for Chaucer who instead voiced: "This is Sabel. Fine gentlemen, proud to say I know him! Brave too apparently, but we haven't seen that yet. Be sure we will!... or.. don't as I can't exactly predict that sort of thing." He couldn't exactly think of anything to say that wouldn't completely enrapture this Choluna, so he decided to take a bit of a step back.

"Allison! You were saying how your family is part of a muggle-based chocolate operation? How I ADORE chocolates!" He smiled boyishly.

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Originally Posted by Zieko

It wasn't as if Allison had called dibs on Sabel or anything of the sort--romance had not hit her yet, but much like the reaction she had when any guys, or girls for that matter, were too close to Cela, she got the same reaction when overly friendly people were all up on Sabel as well.

What also added to Allison's annoyance was the way she stared at Sabel and even Chaucer and seemed to ignore Allison's presence completely. Raising her voice slightly Allison cut between Sabel and the girl's stare towards him--thinking she was saving Sabel and said, "Allison Scott! So niiiiice to meet you!" She stretched the word.

If Sabel was right about Chaucer's planning, she hoped to Merlin it was a way of helping her save Sabel.

"But I have yet to find the shower head." Sabel pouted as Chaucer removed the bag from his hands. And then he blinked at Chaucer. "A fine gentlemen by your standards or normal standards?" He had to ask; there was definetly a difference.

Blinking at Allison's rather prolonged introduction, Sabel cast her a quizzical and confused gaze before looking at the new girl, giving her a smile. "Hey. Sabel Dakest." He motioned toward an empty seat with Chaucer's brush, still held securely in his hand. "There's plently of free seats around." He waved the brush a little, flourishing it. So this is what it felt like to make Chaucer's hand motions; it felt as if he was weilding a king's sceptre.

01-17-2010, 03:13 AM	#77 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by PrincessBroadway Nervously she went over to them! As she walked towards them, she thought they were both VERY handsome! The Slytherin was dark and mysterious, and the Gryffindor looked like a gentleman! "Thank you for inviting me over! I'm sorry for interrupting you or anything! I don't have many friends, but I'm really a people person! So what are your names?" She looked directly at the Gryffindor while saying this, although she meant it for all! But the Gryffindor was just so handsome she couldn't take her eyes of of him! Quote: Originally Posted by Vinegar Tom "Oh don't be so suspicious. You should know that Kellen and I are on almost opposite ends of the spectrum. Psh~" Chaucer gave a quick tug on his bag, forcing Sabel to release it. It wasn't that he was bothered by the boy's rummaging, he just wanted to take away the distracting contents. A-ha! So I have hit the mark. Chaucer, my love, you have sharply identified the elusive root of romance! Perhaps Sabel would have spoken on his own accord, but this was too slow for Chaucer who instead voiced: "This is Sabel. Fine gentlemen, proud to say I know him! Brave too apparently, but we haven't seen that yet. Be sure we will!... or.. don't as I can't exactly predict that sort of thing." He couldn't exactly think of anything to say that wouldn't completely enrapture this Choluna, so he decided to take a bit of a step back. "Allison! You were saying how your family is part of a muggle-based chocolate operation? How I ADORE chocolates!" He smiled boyishly. Quote: Originally Posted by Zieko It wasn't as if Allison had called dibs on Sabel or anything of the sort--romance had not hit her yet, but much like the reaction she had when any guys, or girls for that matter, were too close to Cela, she got the same reaction when overly friendly people were all up on Sabel as well. What also added to Allison's annoyance was the way she stared at Sabel and even Chaucer and seemed to ignore Allison's presence completely. Raising her voice slightly Allison cut between Sabel and the girl's stare towards him--thinking she was saving Sabel and said, "Allison Scott! So niiiiice to meet you!" She stretched the word. If Sabel was right about Chaucer's planning, she hoped to Merlin it was a way of helping her save Sabel. "But I have yet to find the shower head." Sabel pouted as Chaucer removed the bag from his hands. And then he blinked at Chaucer. "A fine gentlemen by your standards or normal standards?" He had to ask; there was definetly a difference. Blinking at Allison's rather prolonged introduction, Sabel cast her a quizzical and confused gaze before looking at the new girl, giving her a smile. "Hey. Sabel Dakest." He motioned toward an empty seat with Chaucer's brush, still held securely in his hand. "There's plently of free seats around." He waved the brush a little, flourishing it. So this is what it felt like to make Chaucer's hand motions; it felt as if he was weilding a king's sceptre.