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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Jan 5, 2008 16:28:45 GMT -5
It was late evening when Esme swerved around the quidditch pitch throwing quaffles almost violently. How dare he! How dare that man try and seduce her thinking she was some sought of lush who would happily bring him to her bed. As if. Men were disgusting; it seemed sex meant far much more then anything else. She couldn’t quite understand why she was so angered. She should have expected it from such a rude egotistical man it wasn’t as if she was remotely interested in him after all she had only just got divorced even her heart was not stupid enough to fall for a rude death eater.
She swerved almost violently around the pitch, ebony hair flying out behind her with long robes her cheeks blotched red as she threw the quaffle. Damn him! Damn him straight to hell.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Jan 12, 2008 22:52:39 GMT -5
Gabrielle Ivy happened to be walking out onto the Quidditch Pitch as Esme chuckled the quaffle around dangerously, and he looked up as he heard the distinct sound of a broom, with passenger, whizzing through the air. His mind had been on the occupant of said broom the entire week, and his cheek stung as he saw her arm flex and toss the odd shaped ball through the air as if it were nothing but a knut.
Hopeful that the older woman would not spot him, he walked with haste toward the centre of the pitch, his head down and his strides stiff, almost painfully obvious that he was trying not to be seen. However, he was not as sly as he hoped, and Gabe let out a rather loud sneeze as he rushed over the grass, the seeds kicking up in his nose and irritating the minute hairs within. A series of sneezes then followed and he nearly fell from their force. "Damned allergies..." he muttered, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and blowing his no agitated and running nose.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Jan 13, 2008 19:42:45 GMT -5
Esme’s attention broken from the quaffle in her hand at the sneeze. Glancing down she expected to see a study sneaking out she would be forced to give a lecture to. She was rather surprised to see just the person who had drove her out to the qudditch pitch who she had been ignoring pointedly for days. She dropped down from her broom landing a tad clumsily on the grass of the qudditch pitch commanding her broom and the quaffles to return to the school couple.
She purposely strode off in the direction opposite him not even wanting to see him. It upset her just how angered he had made her. She wasn’t easily angered she was usually very calm and lovely but he had hit on an already damaged nerve. Men were disgusting they cared about and no-one but themselves and their beds.
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