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Post by Adela Meliflua on Nov 5, 2006 21:22:53 GMT
Adela took a long swig of her drink after Haydn had finished speaking. She decided to take full advantage of the fact that Haydn was now looking up, and she leaned closer to him, letting her stomach press against the table.
‘I thought I told you that I never cry? My heart is not entirely black Haydn, I must admit, but it is a very dark grey.’ Adela only needed to whisper now, as she was so close to the boy. She wriggled back to her seat and took a delicate sip of her drink.
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Nov 5, 2006 21:39:20 GMT
Haydn smirked at Adela but he couldn’t prevent his eyes from drifting downwards from her face to her rather low-cut top. He coughed when she wriggled back to her seat, to clear his throat and his mind. And then he also took a sip of his butter beer.
“It is interesting how you seem so determined that people should believe you to be cruel and heartless. When in fact, I am quite certain that whilst, yes, you can sometimes be incredibly cruel, underneath you’re just desperate for people to love you for who you really are.”
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Dec 20, 2006 15:28:12 GMT
Adela noticed, before she moved back to her seat where Haydn’s eyes had drifted and her lips curled into a sly smile.
‘For every single thing that I have got right today, there is another thing that you have got wrong.’ She drank down the remaining liquid that was in her glass, which was around half-full, in one long gulp. ‘Now, we could sit here all day and argue over whether I have a soppy heart or not but, the truth of the matter is that that would be insanely boring. Am I correct in saying that because both of our glasses are empty that you would like to buy another one for me?’
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Dec 22, 2006 10:13:46 GMT
Haydn smiled as Adela refused to admit that he was right, which he thought he was of course.
“Correct again. But...” He stood up and walked round the table to Adela and leaned over so that his mouth was next to her ear. “…I’m right, and you know it sweetheart.” Haydn pressed a kiss to Adela’s cheek, then moved swiftly to the bar again, with the three empty glasses in his hands. He ordered two more butter beers and brought them back to the table. Unlike before, he sat down next to the Slytherin girl instead of opposite her. After placing the drinks down on the table Haydn smiled at Adela and put his hand on her leg
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Dec 22, 2006 13:02:21 GMT
Adela didn't blush at all, not even lightly, at the unexpected kiss from Haydn, but she glared at his back as he walked away and she muttered under her breath. “He’s wrong, and he knows it.”
When Haydn returned to the table and sat down next to her Adela smiled, amused. She raised an eyebrow quizzically when Haydn let his hand rest on her leg. “Oh, what do you want? I hope this isn’t an attempt to seduce me Mr Nascari because I can tell you that it isn’t going to work.”
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Dec 28, 2006 11:21:46 GMT
Haydn smirked at the comments Adela made, recognising that she was being awkward as always.
"If I wanted I could make you beg for me." He whispered huskily into her ear, before deciding to play the game Adela's way. He made his voice sound normal again as he said, "But I don’t want anything. Not one tiny, miniscule, little thing."
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Dec 29, 2006 14:16:14 GMT
Adela listened, feigning boredom as Haydn spoke. When his voice changed back to how it normally was however, she smirked, knowing that her fellow Slytherin was merely playing along. Unfortunately for Haydn, Adela had had much more practice at playing this particular game.
“I see. Well, praised be the boy who comes seeking nothing,” she ran a finger down Haydn’s arm to the hand that was on her leg, “For her will not,” she lifted his hand up, “Be disappointed.” She placed Haydn’s hand on his own lap with a smug smile.
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Post by Haydn Nascari on Dec 30, 2006 12:18:42 GMT
Although he didn’t he smile Haydn did look down on Adela with a glint in his eye. Her response had been quite amusing for him to see.
"Outclassed at the game," He shook his head, "Well I suppose if anyone was to be better at playing games with people’s minds than me it would be you, Adela. But, what I don’t understand is why people play it at all, I mean, what is the point? We both know that you’re just delaying the inevitable." Haydn wrapped his arm around Adela’s shoulders and pulled her closer. He kissed her cheek, and then nibbled her ear-lobe gently. "Oh look," he whispered, "I win."
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Post by jackwatkins on Dec 30, 2006 15:29:45 GMT
Like Adela, Jack had already done all of his school shopping. But he had come to Diagon Alley for something to do. He pushed open the door to the Leaky Cauldron wearing baggy jeans, a tight black top and had a cloak wrapped around himself. He closed the door behind himself and put down the hood of his cloak; he'd had it up because it was raining outside. He bought a drink at the bar and looked around for someone he knew. Jack spotted Haydn and Adela talking and he watched as Haydn's mouth touched Adela's ear-lobe. He chose that moment to walk over to them, making sure that he was just out of their lines of sight.
He coughed purposefully and smirked as he said, "Good afternoon, am I interrupting something?"
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Post by Adela Meliflua on Jan 1, 2007 21:53:12 GMT
Adela’s eyes had shut a little instinctively when Haydn’s lips touched her ear; it was one of her most sensitive places. It was sensitive to the point that she didn’t bother to think of a come back to protect her pride after Haydn declared that he’d ‘won’. She jumped when someone coughed close to her and her eyes opened. “Jack.” She said simply, disguising her surprise with a smile. She placed a hand firmly on Haydn’s chest and gave him a push. "How lovely to see you of course you're not interupting anything."
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