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Alright!
Lil’ lad over there ‘ad a go with it, I think.
[Screws up her eyes and with them follows the fast moving figure down the hallway.] Yeah, I’da ‘ave to say he’s gone fer good. Righ’ lil feckwit—think he’s in me ‘ouse.
Yer….new, aren’tcha?
Do you know his name? That jacket is very important to me. [Septima scowled at the thought of some random student having the jacket Cato had bought her. She still had a few good years left of fitting in it and she wasn't going to let it go just yet.] What house is that again? I may have to hunt him down. [Septima frowned suddenly and turned to the girl.] New? As in a student? No, I graduated last year. I'm a new teacher .... sort of ... I assist Professor Quartiles, the Arithmancy teacher.
-Dolohov sent his spare hand to his lips, index finger brushing against them, hushing the witch. His wand arm remained by his side. He had not satisfied himself with decent persecution for a long time now. Inadequate planning had lead him to finish his prey under strenuous circumstances. Sighing, Antonin concluded that he wouldn’t be able to torture her now, in the middle of Hogsmeade, like this. Killing her would be far easier. But that wasn’t his style. With aurors already tracking him he couldn’t risk such distraction. Besides, she’s too easy of a target. Now merely footsteps before the blonde, he halted his stride.- Yes. No. No you do not know me. I merely wish to advise you that uh…
-He paused and scratched the stubble on his jaw.- These streets can be awfully savage to a delicate flower such as yourself. All alone. -Dolohov winked - again - hardly resisting the urge to strike out at the lonesome young woman. To slash her. Rip her. Tear her from her precious innocence. He tensed his free hand into a fist as his other hand strained it’s grip on his wand. Thirsty for much more than simplicity.- Ahem… Yes. Well uh… Do you happen to know where I may seize a pint of… Firewhiskey? I’m awfully… Thirsty. -Dolohov’s eyes blinked with rapid frustration. Teeth sinking into his lips. The dark wizard’s urge for blood infuriated him, confusing his actions. He had to get out of here. Afraid to strike at her. Unable to subside his lust.- I should oh… Probably… Go. Yes. Good um… Day to you madam. -Eyes screaming, bloodshot, pierced through the cool air. He inhaled deeply, trying to relax. Turning on the spot in a flash, accompanied with a crackling noise, Dolohov disapparated from the street.
[Septima blinked in surprise as he shushed her lightly. His stiff manner was really creeping her out. Tugging her hair a little harder she tightened her grip on her wand as he neared her. She began to go through the list of spells she knew wondering which one she would need. She was even more confused when he claimed they didn't know one another.] I'm not all that delicate. [She was careful with her reply and couldn't stop the blush that appeared on her cheeks as he winked at her. Her fingers were now knotted in her short hair and she took a step back to get some breathing room.] Firewhiskey? W-well there's the Three Broomsticks ... or Hog's Head. [She tilted her head lightly taking in his seemingly nervous actions. She blinked in surprise at his abrupt good bye and departure. She slowly let go of her wand so she could free her fingers from her hair.] What ... the bloody hell just happened?
Alright!
Which little brat took my jacket?!
I am 26, I love to act, I am getting wrinkles on my forehead, my arms are still not as toned as I would like and I have a small pot belly. I love movies, plays, music, and art and I love to eat ice cream out of the carton.
DC bought my character. They bought me-which is kind of neat. My character has never been done before [Smallville]. I’m the original. So anybody who does Chloe after me - I’m the prototype.