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Post by Billie Fry on Mar 3, 2012 22:23:46 GMT -6
Billie hurried down the streets of Hogsmeade, arms loaded with bags upon bags of food and party supplies. She'd come up with the brilliant idea to hold a classic 'Hufflepuff common room style' party that weekend with all of their recently graduated friends: snacks, staying up all night, a little Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle... which, okay, was a fairly transparent excuse to prod a few potential couples along. Sue her!
Being in such a rush to get home and start setting up, Billie tripped over the curb and twisted her ankle, dropping a bottle of vodka which shattered and spilled all over the street. "Crap!" she gasped while trying to get her heel back in her shoe without dropping anything else.
(ooc: Anyone!)
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Post by michaeltancredi on Mar 4, 2012 11:01:18 GMT -6
Michael was exiting Cooper & Sons Bookstore in Hogsmeade when he noticed a girl across the street trip over the curb, “Oh dear,” he muttered and immediately tucked his book under one arm and dashed across the street. In his haste to help her Michael nearly got ran over by a passing car, but no matter, he was perfectly fine, bowtie intact.
“Here let me help you,” he said lifting her foot gently and slipping her heel back into her shoe. It was all very Cinderella like, of course he wasn’t thinking this at that particular moment. Instead he was realising that the pretty girl he was assisting was in fact Billie Fry. He may or may not have had a slight crush on her, but he immediately shoved that thought far back into the recesses of his mind. “Right, well there you go,” he smiled charmingly, then looking around at the broken vodka bottle and the many bags. “Ah, right, well mind if I help you out a bit?” he asking piling everything back into their respective bags and then picked up two of the larger bags asking absentmindedly, “So, what is all this for? Are you planning on throwing a massive party for an army perhaps?” he joked good-naturedly with another one of his cheerful smiles. Realising he couldn’t pick all of them up at once he put the bags down again to further assess the situation.
“I am so sorry, pardon me,” he shook his head completely forgetting his manners as he tried to wrap his head around the precarious bag situation, “Are you alright? Can you stand properly?” he asked holding out a hand to help her up. Michael then fished around in his pockets for his wand. He knew it was around here somewhere, he thought. “Ah-ha!” he exclaimed procuring his wand from his inside jacket pocket.
((ooc: Hope you don’t mind the new and improved Michael? Also does it make him a total creeper if he’s 23 and has a wee crush on a 19 year old because I could make him younger? I just thought someone should have a wee crush on Miss Matchmaker, eh? His age is really up in the air since I’ve practically changed his entire personality and appearance twice now hehe. But seeing as I love the Doctor I think this one might actually stick… hopefully, hehe.))
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Post by Billie Fry on Mar 4, 2012 19:07:32 GMT -6
"Oh! Thanks," Billie looked up at Michael as she put her foot down. She knew him a little bit from the Ministry, and because he'd been in the same year as her sister -- Sadie always thought he was 'weird', but Billie didn't mind too much. "Yeah, sure. I mean, I don't have too much farther to go," she said, not wanting him to go out of his way to help her; he surely had other things to do and places to be. She started picking up some smaller bags and carefully hanging them from her arms. "It's for an Army of Hufflepuffs! Our people can eat. The common room wasn't next to the kitchen for nothing."
Billie stood with her arms outstretched to show him that she was totally fine, quickly doing the heel-to-toe walk like she'd been pulled over for drunk driving. "No worries. I'm a tough little blighter, me. I don't suppose my training supervisors would be too happy if twisted ankles were always getting me down." She looked at the wand that he'd just procured and nodded. "Always prepared, eh?"
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Post by michaeltancredi on Apr 11, 2012 16:28:26 GMT -6
He was weird. It was a well-known fact really. Michael was weird in just about every area imaginable. He was weirdly smart in the sense that he had an almost incredible capacity for memory, information that was usually strange and seemingly trivial. And now thanks to his good ‘Tancredi genes’ finally kicking in and having been into sports all his life he was weirdly very handsome. He had muscles most people didn’t even know existed, but luckily he was quite unaware that his physical form had really changed that much since Hogwarts or of its effect on people. He wasn’t much for large groups of people anyways. Michael wasn’t a hermit mind you, but he was a people pleaser and the more people he was around that meant the more people he had to make happy. It was rather exhausting really.
“No problem,” he shrugged watching her as she put weight on her foot. He really didn’t mind helping her, it was sort of a daily occurrence really, helping people. “It’s alright, I was headed this way anyhow,” he said “This is true,” he agreed as he thought of the Hufflepuffs. Watching her trying to carry all of the bags which seemed very encumbering he added, “Oh, here let me help you,” he said but then as she protested he smiled, “I believe you, I know you’re strong, I’ve seen you play Quidditch remember,” he told her with an understanding smile before lifting the bags off her arms and shuffling them between his before setting them down for a moment as he pulled out his wand, “Always,” he said tapping each bag and mumbling a charm to shrink them. He then placed the pocket sized bags into the last normal sized one and picked it up cradling it between his arms. “It makes it heavier but far less awkward,” he told her.
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Post by Billie Fry on Apr 11, 2012 20:15:48 GMT -6
"Pssht, fine. If you really want to. Go ahead and break a sweat, Science Man," Billie teased Michael with a huge grin while walking backward and swinging the few remaining bags she had. "That doesn't even mean anything, you're just saying it!" she protested loudly when he reminded her about Quidditch. "It's been aaaages since you've seen me play and I'm in training so I'm obviously way stronger now."
She removed a squashed cupcake from the top bag and picked off a chunk to eat, seeing no point in perfectly good food going to waste, as she watched Michael shrink the bags. "That what they teach you over in the Department of Mysteries? Shouldn't you be worried about, like, time travel?" Billie was trying to rib him a bit, but was momentarily distracted by her actual glee at the prospect of time travel. "Oh my god, do you actually study that? Tell me! No, wait, you can't. But please tell me? No, never mind, you don't have to tell me," she spoke with no pauses, excitedly waving her arms about and causing bottles to clang against each other.
Billie skipped over towards him, undeterred by the near-fall her heels had just a second ago caused her, and poked him in the ribs. "Hey, Mr Answer for Everything. Are you coming to my party? Saaaadie's gonna be there," she said in a light sing-song. Everyone liked her sister; it was just a fact.
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