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ex ([info]dextered) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-02-14 11:14:00


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Peter!

Dexter scrunched her nose as she came in from the muggle entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, smiling at the waiter and Tom the bar-man. She shook her self a little, to get the lingering chill off of her. Ugh, she hated walking places, but it was better than flooing, ew. And there was just stuff she had to do at the London Library and sometimes at the University's library, so ventures into the muggle world were frequent. She loved the underground tube and autos and how fast they went, only they made walking more difficult though.

Instead of getting lunch in some cafe, Dexter had come here in hopes of finding Not-Peter, and looking around the pub she spotted him sitting alone with papers and looking kind of busy. She hesitated before heading over to him, interrupting him while working wouldn't be good, she hated it when people bothered her while she was working but... she'd already told Peter that she would find him today so, Dexter walked over and sat down in the chair across from him, looking expectant and cold.



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[info]misterwormtail
2008-02-16 05:27 am UTC (link)
He couldn't help but be confused as to why she was clapping, and was very happy when she started to explain herself. "Oh, yeah, I uh...it usually spills on me too, that was just a rare stroke of luck, that was." He began to fix his papers, trying to get them into a neater pile because he didn't want to be perceived as a slob or anything. His mouth curved into a smirk as she went on about her name. "Alright. Dex, then."

He looked around to see if he had dropped one of his Quills, leaning underneath the table to try and grab it when he had spotted it, but because she had just asked him if he was trying to 'romance a goblin', he wound up whacking his head on the edge when he tried to sit up. "Ow! What? No! No, no it's nothing like that, I'm just writing it for a friend because he asked me too and--"

He stopped talking, now just rubbing the sore area at the back of his head, frowning because it was really starting to hurt. But the pained expression sort of left his face as he stared blankly down at the package that was placed infront of him. His brows raised slightly before he turned back to her. "I, uh...I didn't know I was supposed to get something. Like I said I didn't expect anyone to be here, let along have anyone giving me...green tea cakes." He caught how rude this might have sounded. "Not that I'm not appreciative, because...well, they're great! Well, I hope they are, and even if they aren't it's just the thought that counts, yeah? But I feel like a bit of a git for not getting you anything, even though I didn't think I needed to...because I didn't think you'd be here."

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[info]dextered
2008-02-16 06:30 am UTC (link)
"So you're writing a goblin love letter for someone else? I think you need some new friends, Peter Pettigrew. I like your name by the way, it's kind of fun to say. Pe-ter-Pet-i-grew," Dex said, enunciating his name with a little exaggeration and a grin. "Gobbledegook isn't really the best language for love letters though, plus, I don't think she - or he would be able to read it. It's not a very pretty language, is it? Not that a language has to be pretty, there are just ones that are just...not."

Dex leaned forward, looking a little concerned for him, "Is your head alright? No bleeding, right? If there's bleeding you should get it checked out, though there's probably nothing wrong with it, because well, head wounds tend to just bleed and bleed but it's not really hurt you know? Just a cut or scrape really."

She waved him off for the tea cakes, not realizing his discomfort, "It's nothing Peter. I just got that you didn't like today you know, so I figured a treat but not one of those pink or frilly ones because if anything today is more singles-awareness-day and yeah, I'm single so I figured I'd get you something. Not that that means that you're single or anything but yes. Sweet cakes."

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