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SlytherinSistah · 02-04-2010, 03:51 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Anna Banana

When an older man with a rather unpleasant face pushed past her, Alora stopped swinging her coat and took a few steps back. "Some people are just so touchy...," she mumbled, making a slight face at the old geezer.

Nobody was going to rain on her parade, though! With a quick change in expression, her eyes flickered away from the man and back towards the children.

"WoOoOoOoO hOoOoOoOo!"

...and the swinging of the coat began once again. "Let's get good 'n started!" she called out.

That one was annoying. He'd made his mind up about that. Prospero visibly winced everytime the lady opened her mouth. "A little patience. You should try it." His expression snapped into a sarcastic smile. "You do know what patience is, don't you?"

Quote:

Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe

Tiberius stopped in his tracks as he heard a spell echo across the arena from behind him. There was no time to check to see if it was coming for him.

So he assumed it was.

Wand already in hand, Tiberius tucked and rolled left, turning to face the sound as he flicked his wand and yelled, "Protego!" His speed surprised even him, but he smirked none-the-less as the spell bounced off the shield and he rose, unharmed.

He let the shield drop, keeping an eye on the gathering crowd, as he addressed the barkeep that seemed to be in charge. "Oi, I thought I was here to fight her, not the spectators?"

Prospero tucked his wand between his arm and his torso to give a slow, but nonetheless quite impressed show of applause. "Good forrrm." His r's rolled just a tiny bit in what was left of his South African accent. On the boy, no doubt, was where Prospero would be placing his bet. He looked above the heads, his eyes searching for Huxley.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Cassirin

"Leave the leetle boy alone, you old goat," Rosita shook her gloves at Prospero.

It was flirtation. Clearly.

"Do not worry yourself, Madame." He said apologetically, though he spoke with the sort of tone that gave nearly everything he said a vague sort of insincerity. "I was merely testing the boys reflexes." He flirted back coolly.

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SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Anna Banana When an older man with a rather unpleasant face pushed past her, Alora stopped swinging her coat and took a few steps back. *"Some people are just so touchy...,"* she mumbled, making a slight face at the old geezer. Nobody was going to rain on her parade, though! With a quick change in expression, her eyes flickered away from the man and back towards the children. "WoOoOoOoO hOoOoOoOo!" ...and the swinging of the coat began once again. "Let's get good 'n started!" she called out. That one was annoying. He'd made his mind up about that. Prospero visibly winced everytime the lady opened her mouth. "A little patience. You should try it." His expression snapped into a sarcastic smile. "You do know what patience is, don't you?" Quote: Originally Posted by AmbiguouslyMe Tiberius stopped in his tracks as he heard a spell echo across the arena from behind him. There was no time to check to see if it was coming for him. So he assumed it was. Wand already in hand, Tiberius tucked and rolled left, turning to face the sound as he flicked his wand and yelled, "Protego!" His speed surprised even him, but he smirked none-the-less as the spell bounced off the shield and he rose, unharmed. He let the shield drop, keeping an eye on the gathering crowd, as he addressed the barkeep that seemed to be in charge. "Oi, I thought I was here to fight her, not the spectators?" Prospero tucked his wand between his arm and his torso to give a slow, but nonetheless quite impressed show of applause. "Good forrrm." His r's rolled just a tiny bit in what was left of his South African accent. On the boy, no doubt, was where Prospero would be placing his bet. He looked above the heads, his eyes searching for Huxley. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "Leave the leetle boy alone, you old goat," Rosita shook her gloves at Prospero. It was flirtation. Clearly. "Do not worry yourself, Madame." He said apologetically, though he spoke with the sort of tone that gave nearly everything he said a vague sort of insincerity. "I was merely testing the boys reflexes." He flirted back coolly.