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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 25, 2007 17:15:23 GMT -5
Alfonz browse through the isle of the newest brooms he'd love to be able to afford. Soon, he told himself.
Just recently hired on the Grodzisk Goblins as their Keeper, Alfonz could not wait to get his career started. Celina would be amazed, Alfonz said to himself as he picked up a Fire Starter 360. The red broom handle, sleek and slender, with the orange broom head. It was one of the most amazing brooms on the market, and within a game or so, and after he was paid, it would be his. Not that he didn't own already five brooms, but who was really counting.
As he placed it carefully back from where he had taken it, he walked around the shelves in search of some new riding gloves that his hands surely needed. Worn from playing Quidditch all through school and so on, he decided that the ones with holes in them were not professional enough for his liking.
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Post by lizareese on Apr 25, 2007 17:28:52 GMT -5
Why she was in the Quidditch shop, Elizabeth had no idea. There was no reason to be in one, she didn't need a broom, she didn't play Quidditch, in fact she was not really a fan of the sport. But there was a calling, something that drew her to it, something told her to enter the store. Sighing heavily as the last time she was drawn to a spot she had had quite an encounter, she followed the instinct that moved her.
Rarely ever having entered such a shop, she let her blue eyes fall over every object, inspect every person, which was not many. Why am I in here? she asked herself. There had to be a reason, especially as it was not a normal occurrence for her. Stepping between aisles, she decided to at least pretend to be interested in something as the owner of the shop was giving her a suspicious eye. As if she would steal something, she more than enough to pay for anything in there, and she had job on top of it. At the Ministry, there was no reason for her to risk her job by stealing.
Letting curious eyes fall over a pair of golden colored dragon-hide gloves, she nearly ran into another shopper investigating gloves of his own. "Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 25, 2007 18:16:18 GMT -5
His eye brows furred. Alfonz could just not go anywhere without being run into by a black-haired woman. His mother must have bewitched him with a 'Love Attracting' spell of sorts because ever since he had last talked to the old bat, there were women around him. It was worse than the fickel blonds that always fawned over the Quidditch players on his team, not to mention himself. It was enough to disgust him. The glory, and fame. If it wasn't for the huge paycheck that he recieved from playing, he would have decided on something else a long time ago.
"I doubt that," Alfonz quickly remarked. He didn't have any reason for it other than the fact that he wasn't that much of a people person, and her overall perky mannor of saying sorry irked him in a way he couldn't understand. He couldn't even look at a pair of gloves without...well, annoyances. "If you'll excuse me..." he said continuing his search for a pair of decent gloves.
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Post by lizareese on Apr 25, 2007 22:46:39 GMT -5
Without a word, she raised both eyebrows in question to the man. Just who did he think he was to tell her she wasn't sorry? Not bothering to move when he asked her to excuse him, she continued to stare. If he could be quick with words, why should she have many more manners? Granted she was born into a family that prided manners above much, but lately she'd been on a kick. Perhaps it was a late rebellious nature taking over, she didn't know.
"Warum sollte ich bewegen müssen?" she inquired not realizing her native tongue had taken over in her frustration. Why did it seem men in the UK were either too charming for their own good, or they were like this one in front of her, rude? Only had she met that was of any manners himself, and she hadn't even spoken to him since the strange encounter.
(((Why should I have to move?) I'm a bit rusty on it, but I think it's right))
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 25, 2007 22:54:49 GMT -5
Alfonz looked at the woman, whom now he could tell was obviously German. Not speaking the tongue fluently, or even remotely for that matter he questioned himself on how to deal with the situation. I could just remove her, looking down and up at her figure. She didn't seem to heavy, however, seeing how he didn't need to cause a scene he just narrowed his eyes a bit at the woman. "I don't speak German, Ma'm," he matter-of-factly stated.
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Post by lizareese on Apr 25, 2007 23:06:46 GMT -5
Elizabeth's bright blue eyes narrowed at the darker figure when he gave her a once over, what was wrong with him? Scoffing, she turned her head in annoyance and rolled her eyes. However, he hadn't answered her question, and she soon learned why. Unfortunately she was never sure if she which she was speaking in, and it gave her many problems when trying to deal with Ministry co-workers, or even those whose homes she had to visit to remove magical creatures.
"Perhaps you should learn," she replied a bit coldly. Maybe everyone should just learn German, then she wouldn't have so many problems communicating with those in the country. "I asked why I should excuse you when I'm merely looking at an item myself?"
Yes, she'd altered her question, hoping to come off a bit less coolly than she had meant it before, but having to repeat onesself never gave off the first impression that was meant. Looking back, she locked her gaze on his dark eyes. Elizabeth did not really know what to think of the man in front of her.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 25, 2007 23:18:33 GMT -5
"Perhaps I should," Alfonz just as cooly responded, a small smirk appearing on the man's face as the woman turned her face away from his. Scared, my lady? he thought to himself as he silently was impressed by her 'bite'. Alfonz was always, as his mother had called it, a type of, "ladies-man." This of course was never his idea of a good thing, but sometimes he liked to play, and push his, or their, limits. What good was his darker charm, if he did not use it to his advantage. And keeping in practice, well, that was never something anyone encourages against.
"An item?" he asked her, with a tint of sarcasim in his tone. "There are not many items here...just a few of sorts that are only becoming more appealing by the minute." His smirk remained as he locked his dark eyes with her blue eyes, it was as if he could look deep into her soul.
Decided to play a little, his thoughts wondered into familiar territory, how much will it take?
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Post by lizareese on Apr 26, 2007 0:08:24 GMT -5
Raising a high eyebrow, she could not believe what he had just said to her, or rather implied. Either way his comment could have been taken, she decided he must have been talking about himself. Arrogant, rude and arrogant. Did she really need to stand there and listen to it? Of course, his comment could have been taken as though he were talking about her, and that smirk did not help the situation any. Although, he did call her a ma'am meaning one of two things. He either thought she was old, or he had also grown up in a mannered family. The man was definitely talking about himself.
"Anekeln. Denken Sie wirklich, dass ich mich für Sie interessieren?" Her tone had gone very sweet, as though she had just given him consent to kiss her. How could he think such a thing? Her words in German had been on purpose, if the fool tried anything, he would be in for a very big surprise.
((Disgusting. Do you really think I would be interested in you?))
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 26, 2007 0:19:04 GMT -5
Yet again she spoke German. Which meant either one of two things. One, she didn't want him to know what she was talking about, or two she wanted an equally more interesting reaction out of him. Alfonz was not new to this game, and doing anything rash when it wasn't in his favor, was a very rare impulse he had indeed. He was there to buy a pair of gloves for riding, nothing more, and most definately Nothing less, he thought as he tipped his head slightly at the girl to show her that the point was well taken.
Very undignified, he thought feeling that she must have been brought up in a very unmannored home. What was with all the imigrants lately into the UK? Any woman that Alfonz had run into recently spoke to him in a different language. Great Britian has lowered their entrence standards, he then looked back at the shelves and picked up the gloves that he had been previously looking at before the woman had arrived.
As he briskly passed her as if to leave her standing in the isle by herself he stopped. Only to look over his shoulder at the girl and smirked once more. "I bet your German sounds even better with a drink or two in you." Maybe...
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Post by lizareese on Apr 26, 2007 0:45:22 GMT -5
Her eyes followed his every move, from the the slightest respect he showed her with the dip of his head, to the slow saunter away. No move had been made without her seeing it, there was something about him that really disgusted her, but on the other hand she found him to be almost amusing, but only just. Letting a very pleased look over take her face as he moved to get away, she lost it when he made his comment. Instead of allowing her first thoughts to be portrayed on her face, she let a calm set in.
Again? she asked herself. Why is he being cocky and persistent? Is it not obvious I am not in the least bit interested? Elizabeth thought she had made it clear, almost crystal. Yet, he offered and she did have the day off. No. She really had to stop visiting the pubs on her days off, it was not a great idea.
"Perhaps," she offered in return coyly. "Though it's unlikely you will ever know." A small smirk took over her lips, he seemed the type to have the same manners in him as she had instilled at a young age. "As I do not drink with a person whose name I do not know." Who did it ever hurt to play a little?
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 26, 2007 0:53:19 GMT -5
Got'cha, Alfonz thought to himself as he turned around yet again facing her. He put his hand up on his chest and responded, "Alfonz Jedynak, and you are?" For some reason, today he was quite fond of the game. Maybe it was because he had initiated it, instead of a hundred squealing girls...and guys at times....at the end of a quidditch match. It was one on one, and in that sense, he could practice in a way he hadn't been able to since he left Drumstrung. Always knowing what he wanted from a person and getting it was never the problem. It was charming those he had nothing to evidently recieve at first where he had troubles. Though, this task looked slightly appealing, because she was not easily swayed.
"But, as I am busy...as I'm sure you are. You must not have time to swing by the pub for a drink or two," Alfonz coolly said, his voice almost purring. His eyes looked at hers as if saying...you have time for one drink...don't you?
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Post by lizareese on Apr 26, 2007 1:09:59 GMT -5
"Elizabeth Reese," she replied quietly as though hoping he would not hear her. It did not slip from her eye that he had not offered a hand, perhaps he thought she was less than she was? There really was a bit between them that was quite in common, though her last thoughts were not something she was raised for. No, she had developed the thoughts on her own. However, he had offered his name, and the last time she had not returned the words she had found the man to be quite offended by her.
Alfonz was busy? Was he not perusing around in a Quidditch shop, buying gloves, and doing his best, well perhaps not his best, to lure a woman into a pub? No, she was not busy but she would not tell him outright either. If he really wanted her to grab a drink with him, he would have to work much harder. And even if he did convince her, she knew how to handle the scrumptious beverages.
"I am sure you are extremely busy man Mr Jedynak," she replied with a false sweetness. "And I am also an extremely busy woman." While it was not entirely true, he had no reason to know. "I am afraid a drink this afternoon would be out of the question."
Turning to again investigate the gloves that she had been using as a cover for the reason she was even in the shop, she wondered if he would take it as an ending to their conversation, though she was not sure she was ready for the end. "Perhaps another time."
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 26, 2007 7:16:58 GMT -5
"As you wish," Alfonz was tired of the back and forth. He hadn't found anything yet of how this woman could be any use to him. Why should the conversation continue? It wasn't as if she could help him, or him help her. He scoffed slightly at his thougts, as if I'd help someone.
Watching her for just a moment longer look at the gloves as if she knew what she were doing he shook his head. Asking if she knew what the gloves were for may be to obvious a question to see if she actually knew what she was looking at. But the way she was looking at the objects in front of her was as if she were just trying to busy her time. "If you buy the dragon hide, it's known to cause all sorts of problems with a person's hands. Just to inform you." He was lying of course but if she knew really anything about Quidditch she'd be able to pick up on it, if she did not, then she wouldn't, nor would she really have a reason to be in the store.
Why are you here...? Alfonz asked her with his thoughts, his eyes narrowing.
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Post by lizareese on Apr 26, 2007 12:55:19 GMT -5
Dragon hide? she questioned in her mind. Since when did dragon hide cause problems? Thinking to what she knew about dragons, she hadn't ever heard of their hide being bad for a person's skin. Perhaps it was the interior of the gloves, but not all gloves were made the same, so the likelyhood of all dragon hide gloves causing problems was slim. Looking up to the display of gloves sitting on the shelves, she gave a once over, most of them were created from dragon hide. If what Alfonz was saying was true, it was unlikely the owner would sell so many made of the material.
"That is something I have never heard Mr Jedynak," she replied. Knowing her hesitation had been too long, she figured he would ask her another question, she hoped it would not have anything to do with Quidditch. Keeping the gloves in her hand it looked as though she would have to purchase them now that he seemed interested in her choice, her first purchase from a Quidditch shop ever.
Turning so her eyes again locked on his, she gave an almost quizzical look. "May I inquire as to where you have heard that?" If it had anything to do with a street vendor she would have to make a stop somewhere for a quick investigation and make another purchase of gloves. That would just top off her day.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Apr 26, 2007 13:08:21 GMT -5
Alfonz shrugged. "Word gets around," he answered vaugly, maybe she did know a little bit about Quidditch. "But, by the way you hesitate, I wonder, what exactly were you looking for? I could be of some assistance."
Why he was even bothering with this woman, was beyond him. His instict told him to be weary of the seemingly-harmless girl, which intrigued him even more. There was something about her that made his senses tingle, and not in the way a woman should make a man's senses do anything. There was something she was...there for? If you know nothing about the sport, why are you in the shop? asking the woman with his thoughts. He knew she could not hear him, so he tired gently to back her into an already small corner.
No more games...time for the strike, his view percise, he took a few steps closer toward the girl.
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