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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 27, 2007 16:56:23 GMT -5
He chuckled softly, letting his hands come out to gently grasp her arms. "Close your eyes, and I'll take you there." he whispered, an excited glint filling his dark eyes. He was glad to have annoyed the Apperation password from dear Severus. Merlin knew the man could be easily prodded into doing things if one held the right stick and knew where to poke. His jittery patience was wearing thin, so, in desperation, he blew a gentle breath into her smoky eyes to make them close before muttering the password and vanishing them to the theatre where the magickal production of Madame Butterfly was about to commence.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 27, 2007 17:03:17 GMT -5
Esme reopened he eyes a gentle smile still layered across her face as she gazed around her, the smile soon fadeing as her mouth fell open in shock. It was a thearter. Her eyes soon found the post stateing that the play was Madame Butterfly. She had only seen the famous opera once when she was a child and hadn't really understood it but even then she had been captivated by the beautiful voices and costumes. "Gabrielle..." She whispered as she gazed around her indeed feeling rather under dressed for theater going. "You didn't have to do this, the tickets must have cost a small fortune I can't let you pay for all that." She whispered stareing up at him with wide shocked eyes. She had only been prepared for dinner not something that could actually be considered as... a date.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 27, 2007 22:16:54 GMT -5
Gabrielle simply waved his hand and looped his arm with hers before jogging them over to a side door guarded by a rather large man. "Excuse me," he said, holding a hand in front of the couple. "You can't enter through here." His figure was silhouetted by the shadow of the five story theatre, making him seem much more intimidating than he really was.
The shorter, smaller wizard sighed and squinted in the darkness before grinning and shaking his head. "Joseph, I always use this door." he said softly, his hip jutting out slightly as he shifted on his feet.
The man addressed as Joseph suddenly changed, his posture more friendly and light. "Gabe! Sorry, I didn't recognize you! Cut all your hair off." he said, his booming voice quite loud, even when he was trying to be descrete. "Got your tickets?"
"Don't I always, Joe?" was the curt reply.
"Yeah ... Sorry. Show's about to start, so I won't hold you back." The large man quickly unlocked the door with a flick of his long willow wand and opened it, allowing them to enter. He caught Rielle by the arm and bent down, whispering in his ear. "What of that young man you brought last time?"
Gabrielle froze still for a moment before replying with a soft smile, "He's my godson, Joseph. Besides, you couldn't have him anyway. He has a girl, and a nice one at that. Sorry ole chap." With that, he caught up with Esme, relinking their arms, and quickly led her up to the private balcony seats he had bought for the evening.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 27, 2007 22:26:00 GMT -5
Esme to say the least was very shocked when she was taken into a private box set out just for the two of them. "Gabrielle..." She whispered absolutely amazed having no idea how to thank him for this and yet at the same time tell him off for trying to woo her with money and spending this amount of money on her while also trying to show she was very greateful but not greatful enough to class this as a date or worse sleep with him. She decided no human words could possibly say all that. "This is lovely, you shouldn't have." She whispered as she moved silently away from him coming to stand at the edge of the booth her fingers traceing over the fine wood before her as she gazed out at the stage. The theater was filled with people even those in the worst seats far more extravagantly dressed then she was. Silently she dropped into her seat glanceing over at him with that smile that she couldn't keep unbidden from her lips obviously happier and more charmed then she really wanted to admit.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 27, 2007 22:45:03 GMT -5
The wizard smiled down at her before unbuttoning his jacket and shedding it on the back of his seat, his vest and tie staying in place over his long-sleeved shirt. He'd not worn short sleeves in twenty years; at least, not in sight of the curious eyes of the public Wizarding world. "Would you like a drink?" he asked as the director announced that the play would be beginning in five minutes, and any breaks for the lavatory, a smoke, et cetera, should be taken now. "There really is too much in the mini-bar. Someone could easily get pissed enough to tumble over the banister."
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 27, 2007 22:52:55 GMT -5
Esme chuckled softly at the image of a drunk stumbleing into the laps of the pompus people below them. "A glass of wine would be lovely thank you, I promise I won't embaress you with stumbleing over the balcony." She whispered happily she watched as he prepared the drinks thanking him as he handed her own to her just in time for the curtains to begin riseing. Her attention had soon left Gaberielle far more entranced by the beautiful sound and costumes upon the stage. Everything about it was beautiful from the actors to their voices, to their well painted props and background. She watched as the woman playing the Madame readied herself for her wedding almost feeling the buzz of delight this poor girl would be feeling now she was finally to leave the terrible life of a geisha for a man she loved. Although she could not understand a word of the lyrics the emotion behind was a clear as if they were spoken in english.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 27, 2007 23:08:06 GMT -5
Gabrielle, on the other hand, kept his gaze on the woman in his booth, admiring her beauty, even in the darkened room. He occasionally sipped his wine and glanced at the play, just to keep tabs on where they were in the production, but all of his attention lay only on Esmeralda Echo. Surprising more to him than the other occupant of the room, he was able to ignore the stinging pain that joined the Dark Lord's calling. For some astounding reason, unbeknown to him at the moment, he wasn't at all interested in joining the rest of his fellow Death Eaters in a meeting. Normally, it was his number one priority, even over a good round of sex.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 27, 2007 23:18:49 GMT -5
Esme was quite unaware of how Gabe had his attention fixed upon her rather then the play her own attention never once moving from the stage as she found herself getting closer and closer to the balcony her head resting on her hand as she utterly lost herself in the play. She soon found act two coming to it's end as the Madame was left in absolute agony at the news that her beloved husband had broken his promise to return to her and had infact found a new american wife.
She watched with absolutely devested eyes as the woman sang with such grief and sorrow as her child was taken from her by the new wife. Watching as the dagger was brought up and plunged to her chest in a womans last final desperate moments the scream from her lips as heart pierceing as ever word sung. Her tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched the scene play the curtains finally drawing leaveing her tears streaming uncontrollably as she happily joined in with the loud clapping left utterly spellbound by the beautiful and horror of the show.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 27, 2007 23:49:43 GMT -5
Gabrielle smiled and downed the rest of his wine before clapping his hands together softly, not really sure if it had been as marvelous as the audience's response was portraying. He quickly donned his jacket and moved back to Esme's side, offering her his handkerchief with his left hand as his right found its way to the small of her back. "We can come see Othello this Saturday if you wish. Shouldn't be a problem to get these seats again." he whispered, leaning close so she could hear him with ease.
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Post by Bellatrix Lestrange on Dec 27, 2007 23:55:45 GMT -5
Esme wsa rather shocked when he invited her to come and see another performance having thought after the one he would have been quite bored with her. "I would like that, thank you." She whispered as she raised the hankerchief up to dab under the eyes traceing away the tears. "Although I insist you let me pay at least half." She spoke passionately as she looped her arm with his so he could escourt her from the theater. "It was beautiful wasn't it." She whispered suddenly obviously deeply moved by the opera. "I had seen it as a child but I had never understood it's beauty and all that emotion."
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 28, 2007 0:10:54 GMT -5
Gabe chuckled and tightened his gasp on her arm as the made their way to the exit. "Oh, you don't have to." he replied as the padding beneath their feet changed to the cobblestone streets of downtown Wizarding London. "I never really pay for tickets here. Well, not with money." He smiled. "You see, I know the owner, and I arrange him a date with the woman he fancies, and he supplies me with tickets to which ever performance I wish; and I've not used that privilege in quite a while, so he'll be more lenient next time. Although, I may have to get him a table at Le Foux, as he's been with the same woman for nearly two months now." The laugh that escaped him was soft and light - a genuine laugh. That shouldn't be difficult. Madame Le Foux most certainly wouldn't like it if I shared to the Prophet about our... His thoughts trailed and he turned to his date, pausing on the side walk. "Would you prefer a quaint coffee shop table or Le Foux's?" he asked, getting a rather spontaneous idea; it quite shocked him that he was capable of such things.
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 28, 2007 14:28:46 GMT -5
Esme listened to him thoughtfully he was obviously a man with many connections to the upper class world and she couldn't help but be a little disturbed by this. She had grew up in that kind of world and it wasn't always a pleasent one. "I think I would prefer the coffee shop thank you." She admittedly truthfully Esme was much more of a little coffee shop woman then the grandure of La Foux rated as one of the best resturants in the whole of London.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 28, 2007 15:13:13 GMT -5
Gabrielle smiled and turned them around, walking past the theatre to a large building with incredible amounts of ivy growing on it. The old restaurant was cozy and small, one end mostly a coffee shop and the other an area for finer dining Quickly, they were seated in a booth in the far corner, a view of the east garden filling the panes of the window. Small lightening bugs darted around in the magically warmed garden, creating the perfect habitat for the most amazing of creatures. Each blossom of each flower was at the pinnacle of its beauty; the magic of it was more grande than what witches and wizards could ever hope to perform.
A boy, no older than eighteen, greeted them with a forced smile. "Hello, I'm Thomas, and I'll be your server this evening." he said, pulling out his order pad and a quill. "What will you and the lady be having tonight?"
Gabe had opened his menu almost the instant he was sitting down, his eyes flicking over the small, but rather nice, set of choices. "Yes, I'll have the Chicken Parmissan with the Fettuccine Alfredo, and the lady ..." He glanced over at her and smiled. "What would you like, dear?"
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Post by Esmeralda Echo on Dec 28, 2007 15:33:40 GMT -5
Esme had been far to enamered with the amazing view stareing out the window in awe at the blossum and small animals that she was quite taken aback when she was spoken to. "Oh um," She stammered opening her menu to have a quick look down the list. "I'll just have the chicken breast in pitta and the spicy chips." She smiled brightly up at the young boy not at all noticeing the irony between Gabe's fancy order and her own. "It's very beautiful here." She whispered gazeing around her with a wide smile once the boy had gone.
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Post by Gabrielle Ivy on Dec 28, 2007 15:37:09 GMT -5
He grinned. "I'm glad." he whispered simply, smiling up at their sever when he brought them a bottle of wine. With elegance and ease, Gabe poured them both glasses and held his up. "To a marvelous opera, wonderful food," The grin on his face was one that could light a room. "And to a magnificent woman to share it all with." He was glad his words came easily, for once, and knew the compliment would get him somewhere. Where, exactly, he wasn't sure, but somewhere it would be.
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