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Post by lisa3 on Jan 29, 2010 14:38:13 GMT -5
 "Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time!"_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Dylan was having a really busy day in his shop. It seemed unbelievable how many students wanted to buy quidditch stuff. Of course his clients weren't only students. Professional Quidditch Players have been visiting him too. He knew many famous faces just from working where he was. Owning this shop more than a satisfaction to him. He remebered as he played quidditch at Hogwarts during his school years. He would never forget fun he had from it. He also played with his brother before they had a serious argument. The hatred was growing till the end of the of one of the Spencer brothers. Of course Dylan was involved with his niece's parents death, there was no denying it. But no one really knew about it. Well, no one who would ruin his life. It all looked like an accident and Dylan even pretended that he cries as he had been informed about his brother's death. Now he had a nice to bring up. He wanted her to know that only purebloods, and purebloods who thinks the same way as him and death eaters are worth to live or know about magical world. Of course Harrison wasn't a kid anymore. But he had to make sure she would go the 'right' way. Though, sometimes it was hard to convert a former Gryffindor to a bad side. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ TAG(S); Open! Harrison maybe 
LYRICS; Avenged Sevenfold - Scream
NOTES; none atm
CREDITS; me! |
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Post by roger on Jan 29, 2010 16:44:05 GMT -5
Roger sighed as he strolled into the qudditch shop to just look around,wearing his usual style of cloths. his hair was styled the way it always was and the way it looked best. he always had great pride in his appearance. he had one of his hands in his pocket as he strolled around the shop looking at everything that he passed. he knew his friend dylan owned the shop,but they didn't see each other or talk much lately because of his job,which was frutaturing to him. he sighed as he looked around.
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Post by lisa3 on Jan 29, 2010 17:03:57 GMT -5
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time!”_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Dylan was sitting it a backup of the store letting his workers look out his shop. He has so many things on his mind, death eaters things, his older brother who's been killed by him and his Death Eater friend, Roger, his niece who he wanted to become a DE as well, paper work, delivery of new suplies etc. He let out sound of frustration as he heard a knock on his office's door. "What?!" he snapped. His worker shyly opened the door and walked in. "There is no price for that new broom, sir." a young man said. "How come there is no price?! Do I have to do everything myself?!" Maybe if Dylan's mind wasn't filled with so many thoughts he would be nicer but you never know. He stood up, walked over to the door, pushed his worker from his way and walked into the shop. The young woman who worked for him also pointed to the broom without a price on it. Dylan just rolled his eyes because he notice a piece of paper on a floor. He made few steps forward and picked a piece of paper up. "No price?! Can't both of you just look carefully?" he groaned and glued a price to the broom. "I guess I will have to look for new workers." he said and rubbed his temples. Then he looked around because he knew he made a lot of noise because of such a small thing and his customers probably were looking at him.
He spotted his friend between others and smiled slightly. He moved from his spot and walked over to Roger. "Hey, buddy. How are you doing, old man?" he teased because he knew Roger was about seven years older than him but completely didn't look his age. Actually Dylan looked older than him. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TAG(S); Roger
LYRICS; Avenged Sevenfold - Scream
NOTES; haha cupcakes ^^
CREDITS; me!
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Post by roger on Jan 29, 2010 17:15:05 GMT -5
Roger looked up when he heard yelling but he ignored it,knowing it was just some workers being yelled at. when he heard someone talking to him,he turned and saw it was dylan."i'm doing good, and i'm not the one who looks older, now am i, old man? how are you doing?" he teased back. he knew he didn't look his real age,because two reasons,one he has been told that and two he looks in the mirror and can tell he don't look his age.
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Post by lisa3 on Jan 30, 2010 15:31:56 GMT -5
"Relax while you're closing your eyes to me
So warm as I'm setting you free
With your arms by your side there's no struggling
Pleasure's all mine this time!”_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Dylan's smile got wider in a second after Roger said that he wasn't the one who looked older. Of course it was true. Dylan always looked older than he's mates. He had never had a problem with doing things only for adults because he looked mature. It was helpful but in the future it can start bothering him. People want to stay always young without any problems. But oh well, everyone is getting old, there's no way to stop it.
Dylan patted his friend's shoulder with a soft chuckle coming out his mouth. "It is not hard to look young when you are a metamorphmagus, is it, bro?" he said teasingly. He didn't know why but Roger was like his older brother. Well, not exactly because he was better than him and his real brother has been killed by them. "And you know I had better. So many things on my head. But what brings you here? I thought your job was killing you." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
TAG(S); Roger
LYRICS; Avenged Sevenfold - Scream
NOTES; haha
CREDITS; me!
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Post by roger on Jan 30, 2010 18:04:23 GMT -5
Roger laughed alittle as he said "No it isn't hard,but it also helps to have natural extremely good looks like mine" he acted like he was too full of himself when he said that then a moment later,he grinned and laughed alittle. he really wasn't that full of himself ."yes it is killing me,but i had to get away for alittle before i lost my temper,you remember how bad my temper can get and i'm into losting my job because of it" he knew dylan was well aware of his temper,since he had witnessed sereval time and none were directed at him, dylan may make him mad sometimes,but never mad enough to lost his very short temper.
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Post by lisa3 on Feb 6, 2010 12:48:57 GMT -5
Dylan shook his head amused from what he heard from Roger. He liked that sense of humor he still had despite their life. "Oh, Greenbay it means you cheat." Dylan said with the same smile on his face poking Roger's arm lightly. "Happily for me you're already married." he said thinking about all those girls that were free and for him because one of his friend was hitched. Not that he had problems with picking up women but the less rivals the better.
Then Dylan heard a confirmation of his assumptions. And it did not suprise him. He knew what a hard job was. And yes, he remembered how short Roger's temper was. Being a witness of it gave him a clear view on it. Fortunatelly he never experienced his anger. "Alright, so I suggest you to visit my office so we could have a drink and relax." he said. "Hopefully, nothing bad happen till I get back!" he said a bit louder looking directly at one of his employees. OOC: sorry it took me forever and it is kinda short >.< |
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Post by roger on Mar 2, 2010 16:35:31 GMT -5
Roger smiled and jokingly said" i cheated? i think you're just having trouble with girls" he smiled and chuckled as he looked at one of the employees,who was looking extremely nervous everytime he looked at her. he knew this was throwing the girl off and making her work slower. he found it fun to mess with the employees of dylans shop, since he knew it may annouy dylan. he smiled as he said" that sounds good having a drink and relaxing."
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Post by lisa3 on Mar 3, 2010 16:39:22 GMT -5
Sometimes these two were like kids. Throwing a ball back and forth. What was the reason? He didn't know. Maybe it let them feel younger. Maybe it was the way they spoke to each other anytime they met. Maybe they were just having fun of each others lifestyle. Everything was possible but if any of them took it serious they wouldn't be friends. They would be enemies and probably want to kill each other. Happily for them both they had no thoughts about it. Of course if any of them got an order from The dark lady or her son to kill the other one, Dylan was sure they would not hesitate.
Dylan led his friend to his office, closed the door and poke up. "Took a seat, old friend." he said and got to the cocktail cabinet. He took a bottle of brandy out of it and two glasses. He set it on the table and took a seat across from Roger. He poured glasses with an alcohol and smiled. "So how are your daughters and wife?" Dylan wished that Roger had a son so he could arrange a marriage for his niece, Harrison. But never spreaded a word about it. |
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Post by roger on Mar 29, 2010 22:48:06 GMT -5
Roger smiled as he followed his old friend into his office and sat down in a chair. he smiled a crooked smile as he took one of the glasses dylan poured and took a drink then said" they're going good" he took another drink of his glass, as he remained slience. he really didn't know what to say. he wasn't much of a talker, and that was well known about him.
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