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Yusrieee · 04-02-2010, 03:32 PM

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Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88

Looking from the mystery man to Katherine with almost worried eyes, Frida leaned back in her seat some more. 'Could be a psycho killer for all we know...'

And that little thought seemed to tip Frida over the edge a little bit. She stared at her half-empty bowl of soup while deep in thought. 'It's not likely though is it? We're in the Ministry after all...but then again...'. All of her hostory of magic lessons started to spring to mind. The attacks, raids, take-overs....
Her brain was forced back to the present when she heard a last few words coming from the man, "-that unhealthy, now is it?"

Looking up from her bowl again, Frida responded. Her voice seemed to have gotten worse even though it really didn't hurt that badly. She even had to force the sound to come out, "I'm on a diet. So for me, it's just about the worst thing I could eat right now."

Classic excuse.

Frida could hear other words being spoken, though her mind started to wander off again. Her arms remained crossed, but she had slackened her linked arms considerably.
'At least my wand is close enough to reach.' Her pale eyes landed on the man again when he decided to speak.

"Nic--" 'Wait. What? That's not an introduction!' Frida thought wildly to herself as she quickly stopped what would be her pleasant greeting. The woman could feel her jaw drop by at least an inch, but realized it quickly enough and shut her mouth.
'Fine then. Your name is now Mr. Worthy.' She thought as she continued to watch the guy next to her; though she was apparently comfortable enough now to blink (now that most of her ridiculous ideas of him being a possible psycho killer had been thrown aside).

The corners of her mouth flicked upward into her tiny smile. "I'm an extremely suspicious individual. And is it so hard to give us your name? That's all we want...not a philosophical explanation." She would have laughed, but the idea was too painful.
That would have to suffice for a response. Especially since Frida's voice had developed into nothing more than a hoarse rasp of a whisper.
Acting as though everything was peachy-keen, Frida took another sip of her water and relaxed. Or at least tried to.

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Originally Posted by Jojogali

SPOILER!!: Quotesuotesuotes

"Telekvizon... I don't own one. But I think I heard the muggles speaking of something they watched on it the other day, and I got a glimpse of it on my way down, it's a box with people on it right?" she scratched her nose thinking about it. The other day, on her way downstairs one of her neighbors had their door open and she caught a glimpse of someone in a pink tutu making a dance, inside a small grey box..

She was interested on Frida's animals " You have many animals? Owls? That's great, I would love to have a pet over the apartment but unfortunately I don't spend as much time as I would like to, to take care of one..." Katherine could feel Frida's gaze following her spoon as she took a piece of the man's pie. Well, maybe she shouldn't have, but then again, she didn't use his spoon at least. The man leaned over her a little to talk in her ear one of her eyebrows raised up.

What a flirt. She shot a crooked smile his way and leaned away a little " You heard her" she told him, as Frida answered she was on a diet.

Then he dodged their question about his name, and gave them some silly dragon poo explanation. She could tell Frida didn't enjoy it much, neither did she, and as revenge she ate a spoon full of pie, and as she cleaned her mouth she decided to tease a little as well.

"Well, apart from being an extremelly philosophic being, I would like to know something other than the depth of your soul." she pushed the pie plate aside " or there will be no more pie for you Freud."

The lady staring down at her half-full bowl of soup seemed agitated. Why? He didn't know. He was neither daunting nor he has behaved flirty....yet. And then, her actions were followed by a mortified tone of voice. Marlon sat there, blinking his eyes and thinking there must be something wrong with him. All right, he didn't shave this morning but it can't be very bad. The scruffy look suits him well. "This is weirder than a left-handed handshake." He said to no one in particular and ate another spoonful. However, the woman's reply about why she couldn't eat that pie summoned a smile onto his lips. "Really? Is that so? Well I suppose it's a good enough reason..." Trailing off, he paused for a second to take in the woman's appearance before opening his mouth to speak again. "...To be honest, dieting won't do you any good, lady." He advised even though it wasn't needed. "You seem fit.." He admitted.

The woman stopped in mid-word and her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Easy there.." He said with a chuckle, leaning back on the chair as his stomach began to ache a little. Ugh. Too much pie. She smiles too? Marlon had to double-check if what he saw was real and not a hallucination. "Will my name be enough for you ladies? Because you two might stalk me for all I know." He nodded his head just to emphasize his point but truly, it was all in good fun. He'll let them know a moment later but for now, leave it be. What's with her and the raspy tone to her?

His eyes widened the moment the second woman spoke. Telekvizon? Really? If he didn't had full control on himself, he'd be on the floor, laughing his head off. "For Merlin's pants it's a television, woman!" He exclaimed, not able to hide a huge grin.

No more pie? Pout. He couldn't grasp why these two were so keen on knowing his name. He didn't look like a criminal. No way. "The depth of my soul? Ahh. How do I begin?" He sighed and narrowed his eyes when she took a big fat piece of the pie, "My profundity commences from where yours end." Yes, he's a deep, philosophical being who loves to flirt with pretty woman. "However, I deem it's best to reveal my true identity.." So? what's his true identity? "Marlon Stymest, at your service." With a grin, he winked at them and summoned 3 cups of cappuccino, "Cheers?" He lifted his mug and clanged against the two set on the table. Stomach ache. Ugh.

04-02-2010, 03:32 PM	#50 (permalink)
Yusrieee Ramora Join Date: Apr 2007 Location: Greendale! Posts: 5,564 Hogwarts RPG Name: Edgar Nott Fourth Year	it's okay :) we all live in different and difficult time-zones Mrs. S.O'pry ♥ // Mrs. Padalecki's BFF // Mrs. J.Kazama ♥ // I'mAGleek SPOILER!!: Quotes:) Quote: Originally Posted by EquestrianGal88 Looking from the mystery man to Katherine with almost worried eyes, Frida leaned back in her seat some more. 'Could be a psycho killer for all we know...' And that little thought seemed to tip Frida over the edge a little bit. She stared at her half-empty bowl of soup while deep in thought. 'It's not likely though is it? We're in the Ministry after all...but then again...'. All of her hostory of magic lessons started to spring to mind. The attacks, raids, take-overs.... Her brain was forced back to the present when she heard a last few words coming from the man, "-that unhealthy, now is it?" Looking up from her bowl again, Frida responded. Her voice seemed to have gotten worse even though it really didn't hurt that badly. She even had to force the sound to come out, "I'm on a diet. So for me, it's just about the worst thing I could eat right now." Classic excuse. Frida could hear other words being spoken, though her mind started to wander off again. Her arms remained crossed, but she had slackened her linked arms considerably. 'At least my wand is close enough to reach.' Her pale eyes landed on the man again when he decided to speak. "Nic--" 'Wait. What? That's not an introduction!' Frida thought wildly to herself as she quickly stopped what would be her pleasant greeting. The woman could feel her jaw drop by at least an inch, but realized it quickly enough and shut her mouth. 'Fine then. Your name is now Mr. Worthy.' She thought as she continued to watch the guy next to her; though she was apparently comfortable enough now to blink (now that most of her ridiculous ideas of him being a possible psycho killer had been thrown aside). The corners of her mouth flicked upward into her tiny smile. "I'm an extremely suspicious individual. And is it so hard to give us your name? That's all we want...not a philosophical explanation." She would have laughed, but the idea was too painful. That would have to suffice for a response. Especially since Frida's voice had developed into nothing more than a hoarse rasp of a whisper. Acting as though everything was peachy-keen, Frida took another sip of her water and relaxed. Or at least tried to. Quote: Originally Posted by Jojogali SPOILER!!: Quotesuotesuotes "Telekvizon... I don't own one. But I think I heard the muggles speaking of something they watched on it the other day, and I got a glimpse of it on my way down, it's a box with people on it right?" she scratched her nose thinking about it. The other day, on her way downstairs one of her neighbors had their door open and she caught a glimpse of someone in a pink tutu making a dance, inside a small grey box.. She was interested on Frida's animals " You have many animals? Owls? That's great, I would love to have a pet over the apartment but unfortunately I don't spend as much time as I would like to, to take care of one..." Katherine could feel Frida's gaze following her spoon as she took a piece of the man's pie. Well, maybe she shouldn't have, but then again, she didn't use his spoon at least. The man leaned over her a little to talk in her ear one of her eyebrows raised up. What a flirt. She shot a crooked smile his way and leaned away a little " You heard her" she told him, as Frida answered she was on a diet. Then he dodged their question about his name, and gave them some silly dragon poo explanation. She could tell Frida didn't enjoy it much, neither did she, and as revenge she ate a spoon full of pie, and as she cleaned her mouth she decided to tease a little as well. "Well, apart from being an extremelly philosophic being, I would like to know something other than the depth of your soul." she pushed the pie plate aside " or there will be no more pie for you Freud." The lady staring down at her half-full bowl of soup seemed agitated. Why? He didn't know. He was neither daunting nor he has behaved flirty....yet. And then, her actions were followed by a mortified tone of voice. Marlon sat there, blinking his eyes and thinking there must be something wrong with him. All right, he didn't shave this morning but it can't be very bad. The scruffy look suits him well. "This is weirder than a left-handed handshake." He said to no one in particular and ate another spoonful. However, the woman's reply about why she couldn't eat that pie summoned a smile onto his lips. "Really? Is that so? Well I suppose it's a good enough reason..." Trailing off, he paused for a second to take in the woman's appearance before opening his mouth to speak again. "...To be honest, dieting won't do you any good, lady." He advised even though it wasn't needed. "You seem fit.." He admitted. The woman stopped in mid-word and her jaw nearly hit the floor. "Easy there.." He said with a chuckle, leaning back on the chair as his stomach began to ache a little. Ugh. Too much pie. She smiles too? Marlon had to double-check if what he saw was real and not a hallucination. "Will my name be enough for you ladies? Because you two might stalk me for all I know." He nodded his head just to emphasize his point but truly, it was all in good fun. He'll let them know a moment later but for now, leave it be. What's with her and the raspy tone to her? His eyes widened the moment the second woman spoke. Telekvizon? Really? If he didn't had full control on himself, he'd be on the floor, laughing his head off. "For Merlin's pants it's a television, woman!" He exclaimed, not able to hide a huge grin. No more pie? Pout. He couldn't grasp why these two were so keen on knowing his name. He didn't look like a criminal. No way. "The depth of my soul? Ahh. How do I begin?" He sighed and narrowed his eyes when she took a big fat piece of the pie, "My profundity commences from where yours end." Yes, he's a deep, philosophical being who loves to flirt with pretty woman. "However, I deem it's best to reveal my true identity.." So? what's his true identity? "Marlon Stymest, at your service." With a grin, he winked at them and summoned 3 cups of cappuccino, "Cheers?" He lifted his mug and clanged against the two set on the table. Stomach ache. Ugh.