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Post by Bianca Moretti on Jul 21, 2010 22:14:17 GMT 1
Bianca picked at her food as she sat waiting for her Grandfather. He was supposed to take her shopping for school supplies but he was running behind. Although she was perfectly capable of picking up her own supplies, she liked spending the time with him. Plus he'd wanted to pick her up a new broom. She had no idea why though considering she wasn't on the Quidditch team, though she did enjoy riding in her free time.
Tapping her fingers on the table impatiently she glanced around at the other inhabitants of the pub. She didn't recognize any of them but even she had it wasn't likely she would strike up a conversation with them. She couldn't remember the last time she'd willingly started a conversation with someone who wasn't her Grandfather or one of his business associates. Then she only did it because she was usually around her Grandfather and she knew he wouldn't want her to be antisocial.
Glancing down at her food again she sighed and pushed the plate away, not wanting to eat anymore. Slowly she sipped the butterbeer that was in front of her as she grew more and more impatient. He had a habit of not showing up on time and she did not want to sit around waiting for him. She didn't exactly have anything better to do though.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Jul 25, 2010 3:48:42 GMT 1
Gilderoy walked into the Leaky Cauldron, making sure to stand at his full height as to appear most attractive. He had come with his mother to Diagon Alley for her weekly shopping, but like most weeks he preferred to loiter instead of tagging along like some petulant child.
Of course, by his sheer nature Gilderoy was a petulant child, but he would never admit that. He usually preferred to do his waiting by Fortescue's, but due to the unseasonably warm weather and his tendency to burn he chose a more shady locale.
And the Leaky Cauldron certainly was shady.
He scanned the room for a place to sit, inwardly cringing at the assortment of regular looking people there were to converse with. He was used to a younger, more "it" crowd at Fortescue's. This place was like the meet and greet of the senior ladies' society.
Gilderoy was about to man up and take his chances with the heat when his eyes fell on a girl sitting alone at the counter. She looked to be around his age, and pretty, so he sauntered his way over and casually sat next to her. After ordering a Butterbeer for himself, he sighed, leaned back in his chair, and looked the girl up and down.
"Did it hurt?" he asked her, nonchalantly shining his signature smarmy smile.
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Post by Bianca Moretti on Jul 27, 2010 17:51:45 GMT 1
Bianca was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice when someone sat down next to her. She took a sip of her drink and glanced towards the door willing her grandfather to walk though the door, but no such luck with that. Tapping her finger lightly she looked to her side when someone asked her a question.
Raising an eyebrow, she offered a small frown. "Did what hurt?" She had a pretty good idea of where this was going but she figured she'd play along as long as it amused her. He looked familiar so they probably went to school together but she usually ignored everyone around her.
The only reason she hadn't blown him off already was because she was incredibly bored and she couldn't exactly leave without her grandfather. Though if he took much longer she would leave a message with the bartender for him.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Jul 28, 2010 22:23:46 GMT 1
"When you fell from heaven." Gilderoy said smoothly, trying his best not to laugh at himself. It was some dumb line he had read in a book just a few weeks ago about Muggle courtship rituals, and ever since that day he had been wanting to try it out to see if it actually worked. As long as he could keep up a straight face he might just found out.
His smile faltered for a moment, but that moment was just long enough to make him drop his faux suave demeanor and he shook his head while chuckling.
"I'm sorry, that was very corny. Usually I just introduce myself straight away but you seemed to warrant something more; something grand. Allow me to introduce myself, if I may?"
He made sure to catch her eyes and keep contact before continuing on, wearing that same stupid smile that seemed pemanently etched onto his face. "I'm Gilderoy."
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Post by Bianca Moretti on Jul 29, 2010 0:25:48 GMT 1
Bianca's' eyebrow shot up when he finished his line and she couldn't help but roll her eyes slightly at him. She'd been on the receiving end of more pick up lines then she cared to remember and this one was among the lamest. It was right up there with, 'Are you tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day.' Her back stiffened when he tried to keep a straight face but she said nothing and instead stared at him.
As he started to chuckle she let a small smirk cross her face, but she showed no other sign of emotion and when he introduced himself she nodded her head slightly. "Bianca." She said before turning back to her butterbeer and taking another sip.
"You know I'd be more inclined to talk to you if you weren't grinning like an idiot." She didn't glance at him as she spoke and merely toyed with the cup. She figured he'd get the message and beg off, most guys did after talking to her for a bit and realizing how frigid she could be.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Jul 29, 2010 22:05:47 GMT 1
Bianca's coldness didn't faze Gilderoy in the slightest. Instead, he found it rather amusing. He flicked his head slightly, to get a wisp of his hair that was creeping over his eyes out of his face.
"It's a good thing I'm not grinning like an idiot, but rather dazzling you with my charming smile." Gilderoy had no idea how ridiculously pompous he sounded. He honestly though he was being charming. It was just his way.
"You do look familiar, Bianca. I assume yo go to Hogwarts? What house are you?"
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Post by Bianca Moretti on Jul 29, 2010 23:01:53 GMT 1
Bianca shot him an incredulous look at his words but instead of sending a biting comment back, merely shook her head at him. She realized that some people were so lost in their own world that they had no idea as to how they came across to others. "Dazzling me, eh?" She shook her head again, amazed that he was as arrogant as he was.
"Ravenclaw....I assume you're either a Gryff or a Puff?" It was more of a statement then a question. She gave him credit for his insistence on trying to talk to her even after her biting words. Of course her tone was equally condescending even if she gave him credit for his tenacity.
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Jul 31, 2010 1:31:40 GMT 1
"A Ravenclaw, eh?" Gilderoy looked her up and down again. The same focused look in the eye, the same expression of having a rod stuck in her behind. He could see how she'd make a good Ravenclaw.
"Hufflepuff," he confirmed. He took a swig from his bottle of Butterbeer before continuing in a lower, more sultry voice. "Sixth year. You look to be around the same age; I can't believe we haven't met before."
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Post by Bianca Moretti on Jul 31, 2010 3:35:03 GMT 1
Bianca bit back a bored sigh and finished her drink, wishing it were something a bit stronger even though her stomach turned at the thought. She hadn't forgotten last summer when she'd gotten into her grandfathers liquor cabinet on a particularly horrendous day and the aftermath of that decision. She'd decided then and there that alcohol had no place in her life, but there were times when she wished for a drink of firewhiskey or something similar.
"I tend to keep to myself." She was trying to be subtle without being completely rude. "I'm sure you have plenty of friends anyway."
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Post by Gilderoy Lockhart on Aug 3, 2010 22:48:43 GMT 1
"Sure I do," Gildeory bragged easily. "Plenty of friends."
And he did have friends. At least he thought he did. He wasn't really sure if they counted as friends or acquaitances. At any rate, he always had the first year fan club that seemed to replenish itself each school year, and as long as he had a gagle of twittering girls telling him how gorgeous he looked there really was no need for friends. Sort of.
Gilderoy remained silent and somber for a moment, meditating on these thoughts. He blinked a few times and shook his head, pasting his trademark smile back in place. "I've found that I can never have too many friends, especially ones so pretty as you," he added earnestly. "Who are your friends? Perhaps we share common acquaitances."
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Post by Bianca Moretti on Aug 11, 2010 22:13:27 GMT 1
Bianca didn't bother to hide her sigh this time and she rolled her eyes slightly at his words. She'd never met someone so egotistical who couldn't take the slightest hint. Pushing her cup between her hands she glanced around the pub, hoping beyond hope to sight her grandfather.
Turning her head to glance at him when he spoke again she shrugged her shoulders. "I doubt it." She motioned for the bartender to come over and paid him for their food. "I should get going, it looks like I've been stood up."
Bianca finished her drink and stood, she'd purposefully left out who she'd been stood up by hoping that he'd let her go thinking she'd been meeting a boyfriend or something. Giving him an offhanded wave she headed towards the door leading towards muggle London so that she could make her way home.
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