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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 7, 2009 15:45:44 GMT -5
"I know, I know" Cynthia quickly said apologetically as a response to his sophisticated fit, she hadn't meant to upset him like that, although she should've been expecting it. "I'm sorry" she said, but she couldn't help but smiling. It was kind of funny how raged words could get people. She was proud of her blood, always been, she was raised to, and she didn't believe in that mudbloods ever could be as skilled with a wand or anything like that, they just didn't have it in them. But she wouldn't take it as a personal insult. Funny, how many Nazis there was still alive.
"I'm Cynthia" She said, not because she thought that he cared about her, but about his reputation, "Montague. We've probably met sometime". Yeah, she'd definitely been introduced to him, apart from his amazing photographs, he was just like all the others, and there wasn't one respectable young man that her mother had let her miss. She gazed out through the window, it was still raining outside, she doubted that it would stop any time soon. Her coffee was cold as well, she would have left if it wasn't for the boy in the corner of her eye. "Yeah, you're my favourite photographer" she confirmed. She didn't want him to hate her for brining up muggles' access to cameras, and she was just being honest anyway. He really was skilled.
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Post by marvolo augustus lestrange on Feb 7, 2009 16:03:30 GMT -5
Marvolo accepted her apology with a grunt. At least she didn’t defend the Muggles so he guessed she couldn’t be a Muggle lover or related to Muggles. If she had he had walked out of the door without saying anything. It would have been rude but no pureblood should talk with a Muggle lover. It would have ruin his reputation if anyone found out he had talked and even showed his photos to a Muggle lover. It would have been the end of his social life in the pureblood circles. He would be freeze out and he would be alone. He knew what would happen because he had seen it happen – and he had been a part of it.
Cynthia Montague He was sure he had heard the name before. Well he had heard Montague before. It was another pureblood family. She was properly right. They had properly just met to a pureblood party. He couldn’t remember every young woman he had met. “I’m Marvolo Lestrange” he told. “Nice to meet you Cynthia Montague” It was actually true. Cynthia was a very, very pretty but the only bad thing about her was all the talking and the questions. Marvolo smiled triumphantly. “Just like I told you”
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 12, 2009 8:23:37 GMT -5
"I should've known" Cynthia smirked, he looked like one, a Lestrange, appealing, kind of intriguing. "It's nice to meet you too" She said politely. She meant it less or more, if for nothing else, than for the photographs, and she doubted that he meant it, what were the odds for that it'd be more than pureblood courtesies? No, she figured that the man was raised to be polite, and respected her a little more now because of her pretty last name.
"Just like you told me" she confirmed and took a sip of her cold coffee. Normally, she would have left already, she rarely took time to enjoy her coffee, but that wasn't the thing keeping her there any more. He'd really caught her with his photos, and she wasn't quite willing to leave already. But she wouldn't let him know though, she had her pride and wasn't going to tell a man who showed little next to no interest in her that she was quite fascinated by him. That would be pathetic, so she filled her mouth with the room-tempered beverage once again and swallowed.
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Post by marvolo augustus lestrange on Feb 15, 2009 14:06:14 GMT -5
”You should’ve known” Marvolo said thoughtfully and to himself. He was still trying to remember where he had heard the name Montague from. It annoyed him when he couldn’t remember things like that knowing he properly was too drunk to that party. He liked to have his life in control and he liked to know everything he had been doing. It was the bad thing about alcohol.
Marvolo hadn’t planned to stay here for a very long time. Just a quick fire whiskey and then he would be off on his way back to London where he would find a club and pick up a girl. It looked like this plan was not going to happen. He wasn’t going to leave right now. “So Cynthia” Marvolo said and leant forward. He had finished his fire whiskey and he was more relaxed and was ready to be a little more charmning and a little less annoyed. “Don’t you think it’s time for you to move on to something stronger? That coffee can’t be very warm anymore”
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 16, 2009 13:03:24 GMT -5
"Well..." Cynthia started. She quickly made her mind up while lazily stirring her coffee. She was never hard to convince on that area. And she had a soft point for these pureblood bastards, when their mothers wasn't planning their wedding and they didn't bother to be all that proper. They could easily bewitch her without putting much effort into it, especially when they looked good. Even if she didn't want to be that interested by them.
It flattered her that he was paying her a decent amount of attention now, she was a fool for compliments and flattery, so this interest of his combined with the charm and suggestion of a drink, not to mention his art, was too much of a temptation for her to say no to. "I guess I could find a port-key instead of apparating later on then" she smiled. This Lestrange certainly was one of the more charming snobs.
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Post by marvolo augustus lestrange on Feb 20, 2009 3:12:23 GMT -5
Marvolo smiled. Good let the play begin he thought. "Or I could follow you home" he said and stared into her eyes still smiling and tried to look so charming as possible. He winked and leant back in the chair.
"So what do you want to drink?" he asked and stood up. "I really want to buy you a drink" He took a galleon from his pocket and waved with it. "Just tell me whatever you want and I will give it to you. I'm just your humble servant" The last part said he with a little sarcastic bow.
((Sorry I know it sucks))
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Post by cynthia montague on Feb 20, 2009 10:03:39 GMT -5
"I guess that could work" Cynthia said with a smug smile on her lips. She was somewhat sceptic though, wondering if he really got drunk that quickly. Not that she minded, attention would always please her, especially when it was from a man like this. And yeah, he was certainly one of the more charming men, her heart was beating a little faster even though she didn't want it to.
"I never thought I'd see a Lestrange bowing" she smirked, not even trying to hide her amusement. "A Daiquiri." Cynthia said and leaned back again. She looked at him, rather pleased with herself. One of the most handsome purebloods out there was buying her a drink, that was something to be flattered about. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it, she rarely had to get herself her own drinks when she was out and met a guy, but Cynthia was like that, she loved the admiration and attention. It pleased her, and this boy wasn't just the anybody, she was vain enough to appreciate his looks and last name. Extravagance, hot.
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