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Lorenzo raised a brow at her, running her hand over the bits of food stuck to the table, impressed by her ability to keep it together when he knew she was screaming inside. This hole-in-the-wall type place did not seem her usual type of restaurant, and he was hoping the food would impress her more than the decor. He didn’t mention her action, but he nodded a little. He was excited, and really did like Thai food. Despite it being a regular sort of takeaway around those parts, he especially liked it and thought she might as well. She gave little of her own tastes in the few moments where they discussed, so he was surprised when she asked him to order for her.
A challenge? Was this a test of some sort? He was a little worried he might pick something she genuinely could not stand, but he doubted it a little. He thought he might go on the safer side, though, get a curry with mixed vegetables, chicken, and rice. That seemed mostly what he imagined her eating. He ordered a few chicken skewers for the table with a spicy peanut dipping sauce, and a red chicken curry for himself, and a green chicken curry for her, after a moment of thinking. He didn’t know how well she tolerated spice, and the red was spicier than the green at base level.
“How spicy do you like it?” He asked, eyes flicking up to her as a slight tease. “In Thai cooking, spice is considered an additional flavor–so if you can tolerate it, I would suggest a medium at least. Then again, we can always order a spice tray and the mild, and spice it to our own taste?” He offered. He ordered his own hot, and hers mild, then asked for the spice tray. Two Thai iced teas, too.
He thanked the waitress kindly, then looked back at Violet. “You really don’t look at home here.” He noticed. “I appreciate you trusting my judgment, though. I think you’ll like the green curry.” Lorenzo sipped his water briefly.
“So where were we in the chess game, love?” He teased.
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Violet followed Lorenzo to the restaurant at a lazy pace, taking note of how he slowed for her and turned his shoulder to gush about food. She watched him closely, taking in every expression and mannerism with a hidden, childlike glee. There was no denying that he was a devilishly handsome man, but there was something else endearing about him, too. At least in this situation there was. She had never seen him like this, so enveloped in a topic he was so clearly passionate about. Violet liked a good meal too, but it was something else to watch Lorenzo get completely lost in his message, so interested in fully and clearly explaining the food to Violet, preparing her for their meal and any uncertainty she might have. She shouldn't, but couldn't help but feel a little affection towards that. She should be on guard for any more feelings like that.
"You make it sound divine," she cooed, offering the same small, professional smile that she had always given him. Thanking him for holding the door, she tucked the errant strand of hair behind her ear again and followed him to their seat. While this was not her usual sort of place, Violet had to pride herself on her adaptability. She slinked into the seat across from him with grace and placed her purse on the seat beside her, running a hand across the table to wipe away some leftover bits of food from the patron before them and trying her hardest not to look disgusted. She hoped it gave an air of unbotheredness, but knowing Lorenzo he would see through the façade.
Lorenzo asked what she liked to eat, and then followed up with suggestions. Violet surely wasn't falling in love with the way he explained things, or the way his hands moved, or the excitement in his voice. The grin he gave her caused her to smile a bit bigger, and part of her felt she could be a little less guarded. Maybe all she needed to make this partnership work was to invite him out to lunch every week. She could live with that, but it might just kill her, too.
"Would you order for me?" She asked, looking over the menu once more. For Violet, this was the surrender of control and complete trust. "It sounds like you know exactly what's good, so I trust you."
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The crisp October air engulfed Oberon as he stepped out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. It was too nice of a day to be spending it indoors, even if he had to work on an essay in History of Magic. Perhaps he could focus better if he was where he felt the most at ease. Outdoors with nature around him. Well to be more specific, with animals around him (although how he'll focus is anyone's guess). But it was better, in his opinion, than being stuck in the common room listening to his housemates talk about various topics. He could've gone to the library but it seemed like a waste of such a nice day to do that. A meow sounded from his feet, looking down Obi smiled at his orange cat. "Hey Tintin," stopping to scoop his cat up in his arms, Obi then continued walking towards his destination. It was a large tree on the grounds away from the majority of students hang out spots. Some like to sit around the benches by the water, others hung out in the open field that was used for flying lessons. Sitting down against the base of the tree the young Hufflepuff pulled out his parchment and quill. Tintin laid down on his lap, purred for a bit and then fell asleep. Silence engulfed him as the only sound was his quill writing on the parchment. The occasional bird would call out to another. An hour passed as he was halfway into his essay and heard a loud commotion. Glancing up Obi saw Tove flying towards him on her broom. Jumping up quickly, Obi barely had time to react before she was upon them, the waffle caught just inches from his face. This is why he didn’t do sports. Heart racing and nerves shaking, Obi looked over at Tintin just as the cat was running back to the castle out of view. He didn’t blame him and if it wasn’t Tove then Obi would’ve done the same. Gathering his parchment papers and stuffing them in his bag haphazardly, Obi glanced over at the prettiest girl he ever knew. “What in Bloody Hell was that shite?!” The older Hampton brothers threw cuss words around like it was normal and Oberon was no different from them. “Are you trying to kill me?” @Tove Trickett
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my mind is telling me to ship her with @Ian Moray even though Hyacinth doesn't like it >>
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« Last post by Tess Gorman on Yesterday at 07:34:39 PM »
@Tess Gorman is side eyeing that >>
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Giovanna found herself torn between gazing upon Reed and his likeness, to see what the painted man made of the muse, but ultimately the real thing won out — the microexpressions in his face told her as much as his words did: he was pleased.
Reed turned to look at her and Gio smirked up at him. “Perhaps,” she repeated, leaning into his torso.
He admitted to never having had a portrait of himself and she let that sit between them just long enough that he went on, and she listened attentively. The playful part of her wanted to joke that she wished her childhood home had been haunted (it had been purchased from no-maj’s, so there was no supernatural activity that had come with it and she’d had to actively search out ghosts and the like), but Reed rarely told her anything about his upbringing, let alone his family, and she didn’t want to spook—pun unintended—him out of doing it ever again.
She smoothed one hand up his chest to cradle his jaw, her thumb delicately caressing his skin. “Well you have one now,” she told him quietly, her gaze darting from his mouth up to meet his eyes. “And I could always paint another, if you wanted to sit for it,” she smirked softly. “I just wanted this one to be a surprise.”
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Character's name: @Assana Kaboré Link to character's EFBs: none applicable Does this character have an approved special feature?: Yes - Animagus (African civet) Did this character hold a Student/Adult Position?: Burkĩnabé representative to the International Confederation of Wizards approved~
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Alexey greeted Ashley with an easy grin and a hug, feeling a mix of relief and excitement as they headed to the local pub. It had been a moment since they last caught up, and he was looking forward to a night out with the man. He pursed his lips for a moment, thinking when Ashley asked him what he was drinking. "One moscow mule for me," he decided, eyeing the collection of alcohol behind the counter, signaling the bartender to also add a carafe of the water for them, if they needed. He paused for a moment, before speaking to the bartender again, "do you guys have Absinthe? Yeah? Seventy percent? Okay, get me one then, please, thank you," he grinned. He watched as Ashley downed his drink with practiced ease, and Alexey waited for his. The Moscow Mule was done first, but Alexey didn't touch that one just yet.
When the green shot followed suit, Alexey took the water and started slowly pouring it over the sugar cube placed onto a decorative spoon on top until it thawed out, then filled up the shot a little more. He downed it after, feeling the burn of the alcohol and the slight herbal taste, the liquid warming him instantly. He caught Ashley's eyes and grinned a little, "My friend, River, got me addicted to starting the night with this," he explained, chuckling a little. The night was starting well enough. Alexey was a little appeased when the stench of Jet on Ashley wasn't strong at all, almost miniscule. Last time Ashley had come over he had reeked like a dog and Alexey had sent him to shower without much of an explanation beyond 'you stink'. "Bold of you to assume I won't drink you down under the table," he teased with a glint in his green eyes.
"Been keeping busy, I've been called to a few hazardous creature cases, had to track one that almost managed to get to a Muggle city after one of the Ministry workers managed to piss it off and it ran away," Alexey rolled his eyes at the stupidity in which way many treated magical creatures. "Lad was half-mad over being outsmarted by a creature," he snorted, offering a wry smile. "Otherwise I spend most of my time at home, you know how it is, in the greenhouse and with the pack. I offered one of my greenhouses to a herbologist recently, his name's Ian, so now I also have a frequent visitor, he's a nice one," he smiled. He liked Ian a lot, they got along well. Ian had also been enthusiastic at the idea of finding a cure for the infamous Werewolf anger towards humans, so now he had an accomplice too. "What about you?"
Alexey had picked up a few glances from Ashley and a hint of attraction in his scent that nowadays seemed prevalent whenever Ashley was around him. It pleased him a lot. He had dressed in the jeans he knew made his ass look good, his friends had told him so too, and Ashley clearly liked seeing them on him. "I know how to play darts too, you know," he winked, grinning widely at the older man. "With my reflexes and eyesight I'll probably be able to make even a champion pay for us." He teased, his daredevil side peeking out a little. "Not that I really need to do that," he shrugged since he was technically filthy rich now. Maybe he could pay for everything later and tease Ashley about it being a date. That sounded quite fun. He was patient, had been, waiting for Ashley to catch up slowly, figure out his sexuality and everything, but that didn't mean he couldn't tease the man a little here and there.
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He'd have to ask what that little Greek-sounding thing meant later; Kostas was, as usual, playing with Leo, and trying to get him sidetracked. It was both endearing and annoying but Leo would not be swayed from the purpose of the confrontation. "No, no, there really weren't a lot of qualified flyers at the tryouts," he groused. "It's like these kids have no sense of personal pride, let alone House pride." Not that he was particularly invested in the glory of the House, but it made a political statement.
"And furthermore," he jabbed a finger pointedly into Kostas' chest muscles, "when I want to spend more time around you, I will find you and ask if you're available. I'm not shy about it," and he wasn't. He hadn't lowered his voice nor looked away from Kostas' amber eyes. "As we've already seen." They could have two conversations: one out loud with their words and one intuitive (dare he say "intimate"?) with their eyes. Both Kostas and Leo were intense, in their own ways – Kostas warm and magnetic, Leo cold and enigmatic – and drew attention from fellow students like moths to flames. So whenever it was the two of them facing one another, the level of dynamism they generated was always entertaining and a pleasant challenge.
"Obviously I won't waste my time 'pressuring' you into joining if you're not inclined," Leo went on, knowing full well Kostas would laugh off anyone who did try to stronghand him. "But I'll give you some pros to consider. One," he held out a finger, "your talent would be very appreciated. Yeah, I know, you don't need the admiration of everyone else," he said drily, and in a tone that half-suggested this was a lie, "but it's a feel-good thing. Two, you'd still get to play with Kanat, in case team practices would have taken away from your time with him, and since the two of you already play well together, that's a benefit to the team.
"And three, joining the team would give you the opportunity to show off for me, and smash into me and wreck my body after all." He didn't need to add any suggestive tone the last sentence; the verbiage and his gaze said it all. Again, he wasn't shy about his attraction or desire.
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