Chameleon
Headmaster/Headmistress
Call me Headmistress Chams.
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Post by Chameleon on Jul 31, 2012 8:39:19 GMT -5
"Fine," she shrugged. It was his home after all. If anything looked hideous, she would probably buy something else to replace it, while she was staying there, but otherwise she didn't plan to make great changes, except perhaps her bedroom. It was strange to have a place, which you could call 'home' for awhile. And in England, of all places.
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Post by G. Novella on Jul 31, 2012 8:41:07 GMT -5
"Well then," said Henry, "I'm going to sleep. Good night Jamie. And welcome."
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Chameleon
Headmaster/Headmistress
Call me Headmistress Chams.
Posts: 1,873
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Post by Chameleon on Jul 31, 2012 9:01:07 GMT -5
"Thanks, and goodnight," Jamie said. She glanced around and went to the room beside the kitchen.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 4:29:48 GMT -5
Florence was still shoken up by her encounter with Hunter, Patrick layed in bed ill. Her god daughter Nahla just arrived and begged her to go to Diagon Alley.
"What do you want from here?" Florence asked as they made way inside Diagon Alley
Nahla shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, I didn't want to be in the house all day." Truth be told, Nahla didn't want to be around her Uncle Pat, she never really liked him, so she was glad he was ill.
Florence sighed, "Lets stop by your Uncles favorite shop, shall we."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 4:36:28 GMT -5
Isadora awoke on a fine sunny morning and rolled out of bed. She combed back her blonde hair, and pinned it up. Her face, still smooth though beginning to wrinkle looked back at her with sharp icy eyes. She stared at her sleeping husband for a few minutes before moving downstairs to open shop. They had to keep up appearances after all.
She opened their store, Quick Fixes, and she sat at the desk, filing her nails. It had been almost a year since they had left their old lives to open up a new store. Rechristened Isadora Miller, she now lived in Knockturn Alley. She had a quiet life, and hardly worked much. Her old laboratory, her home, and her daughter were lost forever. But she'd amde up for it in this store, hopefully.
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 4:41:51 GMT -5
Florence turned down Knockturn Alley, she looked at Nahla whose faced was scrunched up in disgust. "How long are we going to be in this place?" Nahla asked.
"I don't know Nahla," Florence didn't have the patience for Nahla's complaining. She pulled opened the door to Quick Fixes. "It won't be long, then we can go to wherever you want."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 4:46:38 GMT -5
Isadora looked up in recognition when she saw Florence. With a quick wave of her wand, the door was shut, and the closed sign was back up. She turned to greet the other woman with a smile.
"It's been to long, Florence," she said with a smile, "Where's your husband?"
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 4:52:30 GMT -5
Florence smiled back at the woman, "He's home in bed ill, he was asleep when we left. Isadora this my god daughter, Nahla Rubio." Florence looked at Nahla who was scanning the shop with her eyes.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 4:57:06 GMT -5
"Lovely to make your acquaintance, Nahla," said Isadora politely. "How old are you, child? And how is Patrick, poor dear, illness is such a pain. I think the last time I was ill was when I was pregnant."
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 5:04:08 GMT -5
"I'm 22," Nahla answered politely, looking at Isadora then went back to looking around the store.
"He's sore that's all," replied Florence nonchantly. "How's Thomas?"
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 5:09:36 GMT -5
"22," mused Isadora, "A perfect time to start our Everlasting Youth Serum. It'll freeze your looks for a year. You'll need to keep buying more though each year, if your interested. Unfortunately, by law I'm required to tell you that it can cause early organ failure. You'd die before you touch fifty."
Then she turned from to face Florence, "Just sore? I hope he doesn't need attention. Thomas is fine, he's probably downstairs making potions and cures, or still asleep. He's still not over losing all our life's work. It's taking forever to re-record facts, you know. But enough of old memories, how are you Florence?"
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 5:15:24 GMT -5
"No thank you, I'm fine," Nahla replied. Why would she try something that would kill her?
"I'm doing just fine, helping my dear sister in law Erin with some family atuff, the usual," she cut her eye at Nahla who rolled her eyes.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 5:21:09 GMT -5
"Suit yourself," said Isadora with a shrug, "So, what can I do for you today Florence?"
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 5:30:08 GMT -5
Nahla resisted the urge to get smart, so she stayed quiet.
"Patrick would like to have his usual whatever that is," Dlorence hardly come here, she doesn't know what Patrick orders.
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 5:35:42 GMT -5
"Of course," said Isadora with an absent nod, moving behind the counter. She muttered the countercurses, and opened the cupboard. She removed a box filled with potions meant to heal and harm when ingested.
"That'll be seventy-eight galleons," said Isadora as she placed the box on the counter. "Are you interested in buying anything as well?"
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 5:38:44 GMT -5
"No that'll be all," Florence pulled out the small pouch of galleons from her cloak, and placed it on the xounter. She grabbed the box, "Thanks Isadora."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 5:40:59 GMT -5
"Always a pleasure," said Isadora, counting the money, "It was a pleasure doing business. I hope to see you again. And it was lovely meeting you Nahla, if you ever need anything just drop by. And please, do keep this store a secret."
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Post by deathrosehunter on Aug 25, 2012 5:46:17 GMT -5
"I keep that in mind," Nahla forced a smile. "I won't say anything."
"Come on Nahla lets get you a book," Florence made her way to the door. "Have a good day Isadora."
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Post by G. Novella on Aug 25, 2012 5:53:19 GMT -5
"You too Florence," said Isadora, re-opening the shop.
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