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“I don’t think I’ve been this hungover in my entire life.”
“In an ironic twist of events, I can brew you a firewhiskey with a lil’ something extra to cure that.”

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swipedtracey:
“I don’t think I’ve been this hungover in my entire life.”
“In an ironic twist of events, I can brew you a firewhiskey with a lil’ something extra to cure that.”
swipedtracey:
“Your lines have never worked on me, love.”
“The liquor isn’t as awful as I would have thought. Neither is the band.”
“No one’s immune, Davis.”
“I think you’re being pessimistic. The band’s pretty good for a group called The Deathly Shallows. I can’t agree with you on the liquor though. Tastes shit.”
daphne-swiped:
Daphne narrowed her eyes at her friend, before she placed her tea down and frowned at it heavily. “Relaxing is for weaklings, Blaise do keep up.”
“You need something stronger than coffee,” amusement crinkled the skin around his eyes. A finger lifted and curled to call over the barista and he cleared his throat, leaning back into his chair. “Excuse me. You know I spotted you spitting in my beautiful friend’s coffee and I just wanted to ask— what the fuck is wrong with you?”
daphne-swiped:
“I’m not even going to pretend that you’ve made any sense.” Daphne frowned into her latte, shooting a glare at the person sitting in front of her. “Please repeat that last phrase. Slowly this time.”
“The barista spat in your tea,” Blaise said slowly, punctuating every syllable and lifting an eyebrow. “You need to relax, woman.”
swipedtracey:
“I’m flattered, truly.”
“You should see if that line works on some other girl, because ti certainly didn’t work on me.”
“I’m not sure I believe that.”
“So what do you think of the band? And the overly priced booze?”
“You know if I was serving, I would’ve given you that drink for free.”
swipeupforpansyparkinson:
“So rude,” Pansy said in mock offence. She picked up on his use of the word ‘lucky’ in relation to her, and repeated it in her head with an inward pleasure. “I’d love a drink, Blaise. Are you buying? Because I could get used to you buying drinks for me.” She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about Blaise like this before. But being friends first added an extra layer of complication that Pansy didn’t like.
“Of course. Haven’t you heard the news? I’m a gentleman now,” he smirked and nodded in the direction of the entrance to the Leaky. To top the act off, he held out an arm for her to take and led her inside. Inside the pub it was crowded but the two of them, especially paired together, seemed to release an aura of ‘don’t fuck with me’ and he didn’t particularly struggle as he led her through the crowd and up to the bar. He rested an elbow on the mahogany wood and turned to face her, still amused (and glad) that they had been matched together. Astoria had always been his go-to girl back in Hogwarts but Pansy had strutted into his thoughts on occasion. “Well? What’ll it be?”
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Well I already know Astoria’s down... So definitely her and maybe Pansy. They’re both really fit and a little crazy. Sounds like a fun night to me.
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swipeupforpansyparkinson:
Pansy had no idea who ‘ambitious & decisive’ was. She wasn’t entirely sure how the Mirrors evaluated their owners and chose suitable matches for them. She’d heard plenty about how matches had gone badly. Still, she was quietly hopeful that one day the Mirror would pair her with someone who could actually like her romantically. It was an unlikely thing.
She was all dressed up in white for her date, so flooing in wasn’t an option. Pansy apparated to her usual spot and walked the rest of the way, until she came across Blaise. “Don’t tell me,” she said, grinning in return, “you’re Mr. Ambitious and Decisive. I did wonder.”
His eyes roamed along her figure, taking in the long flowing dress and not for the first time, Blaise thought she looked great. “That’s me.” He shrugged a shoulder. “And if I’m lucky, you’re Miss Charismatic and Loyal.” His gaze dropped again and his grin grew. “Yeah, seems about right. I don’t know if I’d call you charismatic though,” he teased. His fingers lifted the cigarette back to his still-smiling lips, finishing it before letting it fall to the ground and stamping on it. “Want a drink?”
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Blaise hovered outside the Leaky Cauldron, bringing a cigarette up to his lips as he waited outside what looked like an abandoned, empty shop. He figured intercepting his date on her way in ( unless of course she floo’ed in ) instead of searching through the bustling crowd for a girl. It was a flawed system. People didn’t wear their personality traits. He hadn’t a single clue what she looked like. He was hoping she was fit — and easy. He took a long drag of the cigarette, savouring the taste of the smoke as it filled his lungs before letting it escape from his lips in curls. His dark eyes slid to the left and he grinned. “Hey Pans.”
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swipedtracey:
“I guess I stayed away for too long.”
“I certainly thinks so.”
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swipedtracey:
Tracey wrinkled her nose and glanced out the window of Roasted at the downpour.
“I’d forgotten how unpredictable the weather can be in London.”
“Really? You seriously forgot what English weather is like? You’re losing it, Davis.”
“Yeah, sure Blaise I’d love to give the kid a break,” the sweet smile on her lips spoke of something sinister. She smoothed the boy’s shirt and straightened his collar, “Why don’t you thank Blaise? He’s going to be paying the extra eight galleons you owe me.” She turned to Blaise, fingers still clutching the boy’s collar. Her voice dropped an octave. “Aren’t you Blaise?”
As soon as Romilda turned on him, Blaise’s smile fell. “What the fuck, Romi?” He hissed and when the worried kid spun around to face him, he forced a smile. “Yeah. Sure. Of course. No fucking problem.” He gave him another clap on the back, this time much harder. “Right. Two galleons, yeah? Yeah.”