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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on May 31, 2011 17:31:37 GMT
He had only grown an inch since last year, but Roux's mother wouldn't see him wearing the same old robes. She insisted upon new ones, giving him extra money for them and specifically telling him not to come home without them. Cursing under his breath, Roux entered Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions looking sullen. He hated getting measured for the things. It wasn't so bad buying new clothes, but with robes, you had to get measured in every single area so they could be made to perfection. Sometimes he wished he could snatch the enchanted tape out of thin air and cut it into tiny pieces, but then, he supposed it would still carry on doing it's job in tatters.
"Can I help you, love?" The relaxed looking woman in the corner looked up from her magazine, her eyes scrutinizing his body. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling strangely abused by her eyes, though she was most definitely only looking because it was her job to do so. Purely professional, he told himself in a bid to comfort his nerves.
"School robes?" he prompted, eyes widening a little as she sprang to life from her seat, sending the magazine sailing to the floor. She beckoned him to follow her to the far wall of the shop, where mirrors were lined up, small pedestals on the floor in front of them. He hurried after her, trying not to drop anything or trip as he went. It would be just his luck to fall flying over a rack of clothes and have to spend the next hour picking it all up.
"Stand on there, darlin' and we'll get you measured up." With a snap of her fingers, her trusty measuring tape flew through the air towards Roux, hovering impatiently as it waited for him to set his bags on the floor and step up on the pedestal. It went to work immediately, stretching along his arms and shoulders, causing him to blush as it took the length of his legs, nearly choking him as it wrapped around his neck and almost slicing the top of his head off to measure his forehead. The whole time, a quick quotes quill was scribbling numbers down on a piece of floating parchment next to him, and Roux peered to the side to try and read it, to nearly have his nose chopped off as the tape swished past his face, causing him to wobble.
Gaining his balance, he stepped down and grabbed his bags, again, following the woman around the shop. She stopped at the light wood counter, nose buried in the measurements and waved her hand towards a small pouffe a few feet away. "Have a seat and I'll get started on this. Won't be long." With that, she bustled off behind a curtain, leaving Roux nothing to do but sit down and twiddle his thumbs. Really, his old robes would have done just fine...
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 6, 2011 12:52:08 GMT
all you've ever wanted was someone to truly look up to you, -- AND SIX FEET UNDERGROUND, NOW I, NOW I DO [/font] Molly was quite content shopping by herself. She had arranged with a group of friends to meet up in Diagon Alley so they could all do shopping together, however she had gotten the time wrong by an hour and so by the time she had got there and found her friends twenty minutes after arriving, they had all finished and started heading home. Not that Molly minded. She just waved a good bye to her friends and started shopping on her own, mainly just browsing in a few stores before she'd got her potions bits and decided to head over to Madam Malkin's. She had robes on order and knew they should have been available to pick up.
So crossing the busy street and navigating her way through people, Molly stepped into the musty smelling shop. It wasn't a strong smell but it wasn't overly fresh either. Still, it was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the street outside. Another bonus was that at least she wasn't going to have to be pinned up by the old dear. Madam Malkin would have fitted her parent's school robes the first time they had come for them. It was a funny thought to Molly but she made her way further into the shop.
Coming up towards the counter Molly spied a Seventh year Gryffindor that she had seen about the castle a few times. Honestly she thought he was quite a cutie, but then again Molly thought a lot of boys were quite cute, but this guy was especially cute, she thought. He was new and exciting to some extent. He'd been one of the transfer students last year and had generated a lot of talk. There was also a rumour going around that he was gay, but Molly didn't believe it, though that was probably more to do with wishful thinking, not that she ever thought she'd ever stand a chance with a guy like him. She was attention seeking and annoying with a reputation of being a bit of a gossip, still, maybe he didn't know that.
Walking up to the counter, Molly stopped and waited patiently, hopefully she wouldn't be here too long because all though she thought Roux was a cutie, she was very aware that she and he were the only people in the shop and that there was an ever so slight possibility that her was looking at her. Naturally for a teenage girl, that put her a little on edge and made her a little rigid. All the stupid things she might possibly do ran through her head. She was currently standing very still, but for Molly that wasn't necessarily how she was going to stay. With her lack of balance the dark red head was very prone to falling over on the spot. She could do that and make herself look like a total dork in front of the cute guy and then be forever embarrassed whenever she saw him there after.
Sighing to herself in her head, Molly became overly aware of every breath she took, every part of her that moved and every noise her body made and as such, she became suddenly aware that she had to scratch an itch on her head. She couldn't do that, not in front of a cute guy, what if he thought she had nits or bad skin or something horrible like that? No! No itching was going to be involved, all though the more she thought about not itching, the more the itch became annoying and unable to ignore, so as casually as she could, Molly raised her hand and ran her fingers through her hair, turing her wrist so that it went from following her hand to leading it, right over the itchy spot so she had a brief moment of contact with the annoying spot.
Molly dropped her hand. Success! She'd ran her fingers through her hair, just casually, and managed to not look like a twerp. But now what about her hand? Molly was very aware that her hand was just hanging down by her side and she wasn't sure if it looked right or not. The thoughts that ran through the young girls mind were a little on the crazy side and she knew it, so she decided to start a conversation, just a quick one and even then it would probably just get awkward after they'd spoken briefly and had nothing more to say. Ah well, she was going for it.
Molly cleared her throat and then looked to the guy sat on the pouffe. "Do you know where the seamstress is?" She asked as casually as she could. She slipped her hands into her jeans front pockets and waited for the guys response, resisting the urge to bite her lip and call herself an idiot, or better yet, just run out of the shop and never return to human society.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: eight four two
Listening To: The Little Things Give You Away||Linken Park
Outfit: Click Me
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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 8, 2011 14:58:22 GMT
Maybe a minute had passed, when the bell over the door tinkled to life, a girl close to his age strolling inside and ambling past him to the counter. She was very pretty, Roux had to admit. With flowing, bright red locks and those wonderful sparkling eyes. Even just in jeans and scratching an itch on her head, she still managed to capture his attention. Not that he was overly interested in girls, like some guys he knew from school. Some of them couldn't get enough and would chase anything that looked remotely female. Roux found that a little irritating. There was such a thing as romance and all of that honourable stuff to consider. But, what was he on about, she was a complete stranger. He would undoubtedly never see her again after today.
Casually averting his gaze, he shifted in his seat, checking the watch on his wrist for about the fiftieth time and sighing softly to himself. Bored, he found himself watching the girl out of the corner of his eye. She seemed on edge, like she was suppressing some inner demon that was trying to escape. His lips turned up in a tiny smirk as he studied her. How peculiar. Maybe she was just a little socially inept, he considered. His thought being confirmed when she turned to him and spoke up, filling the silence on the shop floor.
"Do you know where the seamstress is?" she asked, stuffing her hands in her pockets, as if she were worried they might do something unpredictable if she left them hanging at her sides. He couldn't help but smile up at her. It was sort of cute, and very entertaining to him when someone was so uncomfortable in the presence of other people. Though, for the life of him, Roux couldn't imagine why anyone would feel like that around him. He was just... Roux. Nothing special or scary about him. As far as he was aware, anyway.
"She is in the back, preparing some robes for me," he explained, peering around the side of the counter to look for signs of life behind the black curtain the woman had disappeared behind. "Sorry. She shouldn't be much longer." He grimaced. "I hope not, at least," he mumbled under his breath, dreading the thought of sitting on that damned cushion thing for the rest of the day. Remembering his manners, he scooted over a little, patting the seat next to him. "Sit down if you like," he offered, feeling a little bad that he was holding other customers up with his order.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 8, 2011 16:03:30 GMT
so if i decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive,- -- -- -- -- -- -- --WILL I CHOOSE WATER OVER WINE [/font] So the question was out there and to Molly, the air about the place no longer seemed quiet, just plain awkward. She'd barely spoken to a guy that wasn't one of her friends boyfriends. She was occasionally a bit of a spaz around guys and she knew it. Annoying thing was she sometimes unintentionally flirted with them and didn't even know it until she was getting some evil looks from her friends, though in her opinion, she never thought she was flirting, she just sort of thought she was being real friendly, treating them like a brother, not someone she was interested. Still it would have been nice if her friends had ever pointed out what it was that she was doing to be all 'flirty' because when it came to flirting with actual real, single guys, she couldn't get it right and when she supposedly 'flirted' she just ended up making friends that she could just hang out with. Really the more she thought about it, the more she was convinced her friends were just over reacting and getting all possessive.
Looking from the guy on the pouffe to the direction she figured was the way to the back, Molly had a good look about quickly but soon felt like an even bigger idiot and even more awkward. How the heck was she supposed to see through walls and what not? She knew she could be awkward but dumb? Yeah this was a bit knew to her, she was never dumb to this extent. Perhaps this year she wouldn't have to worry about how she was going to juggle friends and studying because why would she need to study if she was so unbelievably dumb? She'd just fail and be done with it all!
Molly looked back to the guy and smiled. "Ah, okay." She was being too harsh on herself, she wasn't dumb, she just did the occasional silly thing every now and then. She did notice however that the cute guy she was feeling awkward around scooted over and patted the seat next to him. Molly's heart literally skipped a beat and she may have forgotten to breathe a little. Quickly looking away towards the back she took a breath and noticed the curtain, that was probably the back! The seamstress was probably right behind the curtain! Molly scolded herself in her mind but quickly looked back to Roux. "Thanks."
Molly smiled and took a couple of steps forward, however she realised as the weight in her stomach shifted, that she probably should have taken her hands out of her pockets to balance herself more evenly. The paper bag from the apothecary was dangling from around her right wrist and it crinkled as she fell on top of it. Molly managed to land a little on her side rather than flat on her face. After falling so many times in her life, Molly had grown used to that shifting sensation in her stomach that let her know she was far more off balance than she should have been and so that meant that as soon as she felt that way, she could shift a little and prepare a sort of landing. Lucky for her she'd avoided a lot of broken noses over the years thanks to finally figuring out to turn and not fall face first.
Quickly and most embarrassedly Molly whipped her hands out of her pocket. Her right got a little stuck but she got it out a little after the left one and pushed herself up off the floor almost as fast as she'd fallen over. After falling so many times Molly was quite the expert in picking herself up, though when she did it too fast she usually got a little head rushed and fell over again but despite her quick stand up, she managed to avoid falling again.
"Sorry, I'm clutz. Hope I didn't make you jump." She said, standing in the same spot as where she'd fallen. She took a quick breath and walked over to the pouffe successfully and sat herself down, trying not to sit too close to Roux and feeling quite on edge. She could literally reach out her hand and touch him, not that she was going to, that would just be creepy she figured.
Quickly shaking the bag from her wrist and into her hand, she opened it up and had a look. Luckily noting liquidy had broken and there were just a few assortments of eyeballs and such that had been squished, but they'd still be good enough.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: seven seven seven
Listening To: Drive||Incubus
Outfit: Click Me
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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 11, 2011 9:34:25 GMT
Roux smiled up at her, waiting for her to either politely decline, or join him in sitting and waiting around. So it took him completely by surprise when she toppled forwards, landing in a heap at his feet. Unable to really react properly, it all happened so fast, Roux's eyes widened until they were nearly popping out of his head. And by the time he had realized what was going on, all he could do was stick his hand out to her uselessly as she got to her feet. Letting it run through his hair instead, the shocked eyes were replaced by a look of deep concern as she took a seat next to him.
"Are you ok?" he asked her, turning in his seat a little so he could place a hand on her shoulder. "You didn't break anything, did you?" He wasn't sure whether he was referring to her actual body or whatever was inside her shopping bags. Or both. Giving her a quick look up and down, he shook his head, allowing a little amusement to show through. He didn't want to be impolite or make her feel stupid by laughing at her, but Roux figured it was good to find humour in things, rather than taking everything in life so seriously.
There was a twinkle in his eyes when his gaze found hers again. "I'm Roux," he began, "It's nice to meet you. Though I didn't expect you to fall for me so soon, but I'll take it as a compliment." He winked playfully at her, a grin threatening to spread across his face. He knew it was cheesy, but if the joke got a smile from her, and maybe made her relax a little, he would be happy to make himself sound like a loser all day.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 11, 2011 17:09:28 GMT
you talk way too much, it's only the end,-- -- -- -- -- -- -- IT'S ONLY THE END AS YOU KNOW IT [/font] For Molly, the most ideal thing for anyone to do that had seen her fall over was to pretend it never happened, that way she could just forget about it all the more quicker, even though she'd be paranoid of making a bigger fool of herself, so when she was asked if she was ok, she started to blush a little. Drawing more attention to her clumsiness was a really, really cute guy. Not great! For a split second she really wanted to be able to melt into a a pile of goop and just slide on out of the shop. Yes, she told herself, because that wouldn't be embarrassing on any sort of level!
"I'm fine I..." Molly nearly said 'I do it all the time.' But she didn't want this guy thinking she was a complete twit that could stand on her own two feet, he probably already thought she was a big enough loser, why would she give him any more reason to think it?!
"I'm just fine and everything's fine." She smiled really quickly, hoping the blush of her cheeks would go away but she knew it hadn't, she could still feel the heat, if she were to place her hand on her cheek she'd probably burn herself. Still, it was sort of a nice thought that this cute guy was showing her some concern. Not a lot of guys would have done that. Some would have ignored her - as she would prefer, and some would have laughed at her, this guy was nice as well as cute! He was like the most perfect guy she'd ever met!
Molly got herself as comfortable as she could on the pouffe, but being on edge because you were sitting next to the most perfect guy in the world wasn't easy and when she looked at him and noticed him looking at her, she could have sworn her cheeks flushed even more, and when he introduced himself? She could have melted from sheer swooniness! He was incredible and with such an amazing name ... Roux. Oh she loved it!
Molly wasn't sure whether to feel even more embarrassed at Roux's joke or laugh, she sort of stifled a giggle and smiled, looking down to the ground so as not to look at his near perfect face and blush, that wink he'd given her was sending her brain swimming in a sea of fuzziness. "I'm Molly." She said into her chest. Wondering if she should stand back up and give him a bit of space so that if someone came in, he would have to look as though he was associated with losers, not that she was un-popular, she just felt it at the moment.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: four six nine
Listening To: You Talk Way Too Much||The Strokes
Outfit: Click Me
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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 13, 2011 17:52:04 GMT
Roux nodded vigorously in agreement as she feverishly told him that everything was fine, his eyes sparkling as he watched her face. He would go along with it, if she insisted. It would be impolite to keep pushing the matter when she obviously wanted to act like nothing had happened.
"Ok," he agreed. "I believe you... Molly." he smiled at her, reassuringly, trying not to make it patronizing. It was a fine line, he knew. "That's a very pretty name," he added. There was nothing of the charmer about his words. He just actually really did like the name. Always had. He remembered when he was three years old and his youngest sister had been born, he had begged his parents to call her Molly. They had obviously refused, and so, when they got a cat a few years later, he had begged for the same thing. Needless to say, there was no one in his life with the name. Until now.
He dipped his head a little so he could see her down-turned face a bit better. "Do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked her, wondering why, if she did, he had never seen her about the castle. Maybe she was home-schooled or something. Or maybe he was just blind. He did often get lost in his own little world, off with his friends on some of their hare-brained missions, or in his own little bubble, sketching some object or person or whatever had captured his butterfly-like attention at the time. It usually wasn't hard for him to miss something through not paying enough attention.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 13, 2011 18:39:45 GMT
and there was nothing left to do,-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- BUT WALK FOR MILES [/font] Molly heard Roux but wasn't sure what he was meaning by it, was he being funny again? Was he being serious? Whatever he was being, it sure felt nice to Molly when he said her name. It filled her with a warm feeling that she figured she probably shouldn't be feeling. Was she getting a crush on this guy? An actual crush? It seemed that way and Molly knew she'd only end up obsessing over him in her thoughts until the next cute guy came along and then she'd just make herself a fool in front of him too. It was the way it happened for this young Weasley apparently. Or maybe not, maybe she was actually a very smooth and sophisticated talker and she just didn't realise it. Chances were probably not.
Molly smiled a little a Roux complimented her name. Compliments, not something Molly was good at taking but this was a cute guy, she had to say something right? No. Learning from a lot of past experiences had taught Molly that she'd be better off just giggling a little and ignoring it thereafter. She'd only say 'thank you' and then something silly like 'I'm named after my grandmother.' Boys didn't want to hear that! No, for this red head it was much easier to keep her mouth shut. Well almost, she was a known talker, especially when nervous.
Deciding to go with the small giggle, Molly made a very small, very quiet sort of giggle noise that lasted no longer than a second. The instant the sound left her voice box she regretted it because she sounded like a mouse or something else just as squeaky. It was strange to think that a human could sound so rodent like. Surely that was going to make Roux think she was an even bigger idiot, if that was at all possible, though Molly had a feeling it was.
Looking down towards the ground still, Molly saw a little movement out the corner of her eye. She thought it was just Roux getting a little more comfortable and shifting a little further away from her in case stupidity was contagious to some extent, but then she heard Roux's voice coming from a different and closer direction. She looked at him and nodded with a smile, hoping that some of the flush in her cheeks had disappeared though feeling as though her cheeks were still on fire. "Yeah, I go to Hogwarts. I'm Gryffindor, year below you ... not that I stalk you or anything, I just haven't seen you in my classes and you look too old to be a fifth year, not that I think you look old or anything! I mean, you look mature, but not too mature! I mean, I've seen you in the common room before, not that I stare at you! I've just seen you when I've walked past a couple of times is all. I'm not creepy or anything."
Yes, well that through out all thoughts that she might secretly be a smooth talker and just didn't realise it. Instead of sitting here with her now, molly was certain Roux was going to stand up and leave, claiming something along the lines of 'I'll get my things later.' After all, who would want to stick around with a babbling mess like her? She was fully embarrassed and so pleased that no one else had heard her.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: five eight nine
Listening To: Hope||Alien Ant Farm
Outfit: Click Me
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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 15, 2011 13:45:06 GMT
Now, if Roux weren't such an intuitive person, he would be rolling around on the floor, laughing hysterically at Molly's words. It was something he would usually find hilarious, and not because any of it was silly, but he often found humour in people's embarrassing rants. And Molly had just had one hell of a babble-fest. The thing was, it hadn't been too difficult for him to pick up on her sensitivity after the first few minutes. She seemed like she worried about what others thought of her, or fretted about being made to look silly or foolish in any way.
The last thing Roux wanted was to chase her away by being insensitive, even though it was comical to him, the stuff she had just said. It seemed like she couldn't stop rolling, until she had tumbled all the way down to the bottom of the hill in an abashed heap. Trying his best not to laugh, he placed a hand over his eyes, ducking his head to hide his face for a minute, composing himself as best he could. After a few deep, silent breaths, he peeked up at her, eyes unable to keep from twinkling with suppressed delight at this wonderfully out of control creature he had stumbled upon.
"Well, Miss Molly," he began, moving his hand from his eyes to his cheek as he surveyed her. "I think I would have noticed you stalking me," he told her, wisely. The shop assistant appeared back on the scene at that moment, slightly interrupting his train of thought as she tried to get Roux's attention. Giving her a small wave, he slowly got to his feet, turning so he was still facing Molly as he edged backwards at a snails place, strangely reluctant to leave her.
"But, I won't mind of you do decide to take it up as a hobby," he told her, flashing a wide grin. "In fact, to help you out a bit," a hand ran through his dark hair automatically, usually a subconscious sign that he was questioning what he was about to do or say. Ah, what the hell. What harm could it do? "I've just gotten a job working in Honeydukes... It's always nice to have visitors while I work." Feeling a little embarrassed, himself, though it didn't show, he grinned at her again, before turning his attention to the woman behind the counter. Handing over the money for his robes, he took the bag she offered, letting it drop heavily to his side.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 18, 2011 14:14:56 GMT
vengeance has no place on me or her, cannot find the comfort,-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- IN THIS WORLD [/font] Molly felt a little calmer when Roux pointed out that he would have noticed if she had been stalking him, and that was probably truer than he thought. She wasn't subtle and she was clumsy, not a good combination for a spy really. In fact, molly was certain that she'd probably be the worst spy imaginable. She fell over her own feet, her stomach growled whenever things were overly quiet that you could hear a pin drop and she snored. Not that snoring had much to do wit stalking and spying, but it was just another something that made her noisier, not to mention unattractive to a guy, if he were ever to find out about her snoring issues, which she didn't think any guy would find out about for quite some time yet, after all, she was only sixteen.
Roux was stood up before Molly even realised it. She wasn't sure when he had stood or if he had ever actually been sitting in the first place, but then he said something that made her heart skip a whole heap of beats whilst jumping up into her throat and gave her butterflies and goosebumps all at once. Was this guy seriously considering letting her stalk him? Was this flirting? This certainly seemed like flirting. Yes, Molly was certain that this was flirting, so when Roux had hold of his bags, Molly smiled at him and stood, unable to believe what was happening whilst being at a loss for words but putting forth "Mmhmm." And imagining her eyes were as wide as they could possibly be and presuming her eyebrows were somewhere in outer space.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." She managed to get out. "I think that might be a bit creepy me going to Honeydukes ever again." Yes, this was not how to flirt back, she thought. "I mean I don't want you to think that I want to stalk you. I mean you're very cute, I mean stalkable! But I don't think ... I think I'll just get my robes now." She said, stepping up to the counter and the seamstress then looking back to Roux. "Thanks for not laughing too much at me and it was cool meeting you, Roux." She said, hoping she wasn't making too much of a fool of herself and that she could just die now, though of course she couldn't, so she just offered yet another smile to the seventh year and hoped he wouldn't refer to her to his friends as 'That dorky, Red-head sixth year'. Not that she cared ... wait, yes she did, she cared quite a bit what others thought of her, not that she'd let anyone really know it. "And sorry for talking too much." She added quite quickly, feeling as though her babbling was most certainly something to be apologising for.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: four eight six
Listening To: Immortality||Pearl Jam
Outfit: Click Me
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Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 19, 2011 17:35:03 GMT
Roux had hit the entertainment jackpot right there in the middle of Madam Malkin's! This girl was amazing. The things that came out when she opened her mouth were just... wow. He would definitely have to work on ways to keep himself from laughing if he was to, as he intended, spend a bit more time around her. Either that, or Molly would have to learn to not take offence at his amusement. Not that she had taken offence, but he just had a feeling about her. One that he wasn't overly eager to test out.
Feeling a wave of cheekiness wash over him, Roux waited for her to finish speaking again, before offering more encouragement. "No, no," he shook his head, "just because I have invited you to stalk me, and you think I'm 'cute' - thank you for that, by the way - it doesn't mean I will assume you actually are stalking me." He had the feeling that he was starting to ramble, himself. "Next time we meet, I will think nothing of it. I promise."
Of course, he wouldn't ever just let it be that simple. It was too much fun to play with her. The next time they met, maybe it would be him stalking her instead. His face a mask of brooding seriousness, he waited until she met his gaze, before reaching down and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on her skin. Oh, yes. Roux was definitely feeling mischievous after this encounter. "And, the pleasure was all mine, Miss Molly." Cheese. It was epitome of pure cheese, but he couldn't help himself. There was something wonderful about her that provoked it in him.
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Post by MOLLY WEASLEY on Jun 19, 2011 17:57:38 GMT
come back mother, nuke that sucker, yeah yeah yeah,-- -- -- -- -- WHO KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT [/font] Molly let go a sigh of relief. It was a relieving feeling that Roux would not assume that the next time he saw her that she would be stalking him, in Molly's slightly twisted mind this gave her the perfect opportunity to stalk him a couple of times, but no more than that or he might start getting suspicious, though really Molly wouldn't do such a thing, or so she kept telling herself at the moment, when it came to not putting it into practice, she would probably fail and follow that gorgeous head of hair wherever it went. Providing it was attached to Roux of course, not if it was a wig.
Molly instantly started imagining Roux bald and she had to admit, she didn't mind it, even without his luscious hair he would still be gorgeous, he just had a handsome face. Not that she based everything on looks, of course not, that would be so shallow! Okay, well maybe mostly it was all based on looks entirely. Yeah, but she was a teenage girl! That was what they did, or so she told herself, surely she wasn't the only girl in school that fancied a guy purely because of his looks, but personality wise there weren't a lot of great guys out there, guys at her age were practically all seven year olds able to do magic, not a good combination sometimes.
Deciding she'd done enough rambling in her own head, Molly tried forgetting that she'd called Roux 'cute', even if he had thanked her for it, it was something that should never have slipped out, but when Roux took her hand and placed a light kiss upon the back of it, Molly swore she had melted. "Ahh-una." Was what she managed to splutter out for Roux. "Meeting you. Nice too." She said in a daze, her eyes glazed over and her mouth set to a default yet very happy sort of soft smile, unaware that she had just made very little sense.
Remembering that she was here in this store for a reason, Molly lazily turned back to face the seamstress, trying to act cool she tried to pull herself together, but that little dippy smile of hers just clung to her face. "Order for Molly Weasley." She said, not able to yet get out longer sentences. Her mind was in completely other places and she had no clue what to do.
Tag: Mr Roux L'Amour
Word Count: four one four
Listening To: The Hitman||Queen
Outfit: Click Me
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