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Post by alexandre lilly on Nov 29, 2012 4:01:54 GMT -5
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:250px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street Alexandre ran a hand through his bedhead and exhaled into the cooling air of France. Although winter wasn't quite upon the province yet, Alexandre still felt the chill of the air and the crisp note at every intake of breath. He looked around as he sat on a bench in the village near the school with a coffee in hand and people watched. He was still a little new to the school, and with Kabriel all busy with her boyfriend or school or whatever, Alexandre needed to find something to do that Sunday afternoon. It was a day for relaxing, a day for careless thoughts and possibly a day for figuring out how to convince the headmistress that they should start up Quidditch again. Some students were getting restless and asking him to start it up again, and he himself wanted the chance to get up on a broomstick and teach a class for Quidditch. You never know, maybe some students wanted to learn about how to fly a broom? Especially the muggle borns who knew nothing of the like. Alexandre grew up on a broomstick since he was a little boy. His father, among his many brothers, somehow managed to find that Alex really had a talent for flying and put him in most of the secretive flying programs (not to mention training him one-on-one). Even though they were a poor family, Alex was the first of all of his siblings to get his own broomstick, which he rode for years after. He still has it in the broom shed at Beauxbatons now, safe and sound, now that he's replaced it with the new Firebolt 200.
Alexandre was bundled up in a warm, grey wool coat. He was wearing dark brown corduroy's with some beige shoes. Beneath the jacket, he had a purple button down shirt underneath a grey cashmere sweater. He was pretty warm, especially with the hot coffee keeping him awake and alive. Honestly, it was getting chillier by the minute. He shivered and wandered over to the nearest shop to get some warmth. It turned out to be the wand shop. He already had his wand, but of course a few things caught his eye. There were some nice wand accessories that made him think immediately of Kabriel. He glanced over at the beautiful woman who was sitting behind the clerk's desk and he couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her for a few moments longer before he wandered over to the back where there were some pieces of fabric used to clean wands. He felt a few pieces and decided that maybe he should get one for himself - he did tend to get his hands dirty, and his wand of course. He shrugged it off and wandered to the front of the shop again. He nodded again in the direction of the woman, smiling sheepishly again before opening the door and stepping out into the frost. It hit him like a blast in the face before he wandered quickly to the neighboring store. It was the Grub Pub thank goodness, and he pulled off his coat and pulled himself up at the window seat, staring at the people some more. A waitress came over and smiled at him asking if he wanted anything to start with. She handed him a menu and he ordered a small cup of Firewhisky and a water. She politely obliged.
Alexandre rubbed his hands together and breathed hot air into them. When the waitress returned, he smiled at her, adding "It's getting cold out there, isn't it?" he grinned. The waitress walked away with a soft pink atop her cheeks and he glanced down at the table. He poked a little at the creases in the wood before grabbing a discarded Daily Prophet. He flipped through a couple pages before taking a sip of the whiskey and settling on an article about the Quidditch World cup and how it was slowly approaching. Ireland and France were going to be facing one another in the next week and Alexandre couldn't be more excited to cheer on his home team.
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Post by anya novakovsky on Dec 9, 2012 22:49:52 GMT -5
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[/div] dream away Anya sat at the counter, polishing some wands she just made. She looked out at the scenery outside. The store was located in a quaint place with shops on either side of it. Anya brushed a bright red strand of hair back and quit her polishing for a moment. She thought about her home back in Russia. She spent most of her earlier years there. The rest were at Hogwarts and their vacation home in another part of Scotland. Well, technically it wasn't a vacation home. It was their grandparents' home when they were alive. They passed it onto her mother after they died.
Anya wanted a change of scenery and heard there was a job opening for a wand store in France. It was decided then that she would go to France. So far, she was loving it. She had heard so many wonderful things about France and found them to be true. The Eiffel Tower was beautiful in the night. Walking through the chapels was interesting, the stained glass seemed to tell of a story. She found it amazing that Muggles could build so many fascinating things. It was all by their own hands. They didn't have to use magic to lift the heavy things or paint the walls and such. They figured out ways to get around that.
She was woken out of her daydreams by the tinkling of bells above the door. She looked and saw a young man. The two made eye contact but the man was the first to break it. He quickly walked out, giving her a courteous nod and the door shut behind him. Anya shrugged it off. A couple people had come in seeking warmth from the winter air. Not many people needed wands at this time of the year. It was usually during the summer when business picked up. She decided to go out for a lunch break. Anya opened the door and felt a rush of the frosty air. She pulled her scarf closer around her neck and continued to the store next door. It was the Grub Pub. When she opened the door, she found that the store was crowded and there was one available seat. It was at the table where the man who had walked in was sitting. She made her way over there and asked,"I'm sorry but is it fine if I sit here?". [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by alexandre lilly on Dec 15, 2012 1:59:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:250px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street Just as he was getting comfortable with the newspaper, he heard a sweet voice asking him if she could join him. His eyes flicked up from the newspaper and he grinned, "Yeah, sure. Seat's all yours." Just as the words escaped his lips, he remembered something that his sister, Kabriel, had asked of him: Be nice. In context, this was said when an ex-girlfriend (or ex-fling) came to his house over a Holiday break and made a point of spending time with his family (much to his horror and disbelief) before making a big scene and slapping him across the face. Alex had mostly been known as the womanizer of the family (next to his older brother Adrian) and his twin brother James considering he occasionally had to deal with some irritation from women because of him. It was a regret of his to this date, so he was slowly attempting to become more respectful towards women. Mostly for his family's sake so they didn't have another ordeal like Christmas 09.
He cleared his throat, "Sorry. I meant, yeah this seat is definitely yours for the taking. You were in Enchanted Wands just a few minutes ago?" he asked as she took her seat, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were following me," he joked, shaking his head. He smiled when the waitress returned with his coffee. On the napkin under the coffee cup was a phone number. She walked away with a wink and he cleared his throat again, awkwardly folding the number under the cup. He glanced over at the waitress as she was sashaying back to the bar and he then let his eyes take in the sight in front of him. A fiery haired stranger who looked a little chilly. "Well, since we're going to be tablemates for the next little while, why don't I buy you a coffee? It's the least I could do for having you join me." He smiled warmly, hoping that his previous cockiness would rub off slightly. He hoped that he wasn't going to appear too chauvinistic to her, especially since he knew his sister knew the village well and he didn't exactly want to get on her bad side because of him 'knowing the village' well too. Although, a few friendly greetings here and there wouldn't hurt.
The last time he had been in his sister's good graces was a few months ago, and that was before he had left for a month to go to Ireland and managed to get himself in the local papers for winning a drinking competition and in the picture he had a few drunken lasses hanging off his arms. It didn't quite please her or the Lilly clan to be honest. Adrian wasn't too far off to keep an eye on him (although he wasn't much better, when he had a girlfriend he normally kept his word) and Alex was a little more irresponsible than that which turned out to be worse than it proved to be an advantage. Sometimes, he liked to let his history as a professional Quidditch player get the better of him, but then he remembered that he wasn't one for very long before he quit the team because of a broken ankle and a girl who seemed to love him at the time but apparently only loved the idea of his possible career. Honestly, sometimes he got mixed messages from the opposite gender but what the hell - women were women, weren't they?
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Post by anya novakovsky on Dec 17, 2012 21:32:02 GMT -5
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[/div] dream away Anya gave the man a smile and took a seat. "Thank you, everywhere else is full. I suppose it's because of the cold weather," she commented. She was slightly used to it, having spent some of her childhood in Russia. The Scottish air kind of dulled it since it wasn't as cold there. Scotland influenced a lot of her upbringing. She even had a touch of a Scottish accent in her voice. She was basically Scot though she bore a Russian name. Her mother was a big influence on her. She taught Anya how to use such beautiful magic without a wand. Anya strives to be as kind as her mother. She was still a girl at heart. Thinking about her mother, made Anya miss her more but she knew that she was due to receive a letter from her parents. This cheered her up.
She heard the stranger comment on them being in the same place twice. She gave a sweet laugh. "Actually, I own the Enchanted Wands store now since the old owner left," she explained. She had headed to France once she heard about the opening and immediately took the job. She knew many things about wands since her father owned his own wand store anyway. He drilled in her the rules and proverbs that are needed in the study. She heard the stranger's inquiry. "That'd be nice but I'm sure I can pay for myself. I wouldn't want to impose," she declined politely. She really didn't want the nice man to use the money to buy her coffee. He could spend it on something else instead.
Anya looked down at her hands and thought of what to say next. Well, since they were going to sit at the same table, they may as well know each other's names. "Since we'll be sitting at this table, do you think we should get to know each other's name? Mine is Anya Novakovsky," she introduced herself. She waited as he told her his name. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by alexandre lilly on Dec 28, 2012 22:26:33 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:250px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street Well, of course the whole bar was full. It was the holidays after all. He had actually dropped by here with his little sister, Kabriel, a few days previous and it had taken then about twenty minutes to find a place to sit down. Allowing this beautiful, red-headed woman to sit in front of him was definitely not an issue that he minded. In fact, he was thoroughly pleased with the idea. Good company normally made for good conversation (that was the dream, at least) so hopefully the afternoon would pass well enough. Maybe with a future meeting date in mind. Alex was quite the flirt and knew well enough how to deal with all sorts of women, no matter how rigid they may be. Being a former Quidditch player, many a lass would throw themselves at him but sometimes it was the challenge that he enjoyed. All those many films made about woman going after men and the man choosing a woman whom he had to pursue... well, all of those thing were strong and true when it came to Alex. Either that, or you really had to catch his eye in beauty and brains - as shallow as that would seem.
Running a hand through his hair he shrugged, "It is crowded in here, that's true. I hope this means they're doing good business," he chuckled as he looked around the pub. There were many students fluttering about the tables with their friends and their butterbeer. He was happy to see that things were going so well for the owner and he was happy to know it was a good reason to sit with pretty girls. He glanced up at her over his coffee, "So you're the new, mysterious owner of the wand shop? That's lovely." he joked and nodded, "I, myself, work in the area. I work up the hill at the school as the new Quidditch Master. I mostly teach students how to fly every now and then, but that would have to be all. We're thinking of starting up Quidditch tryouts but I hear we haven't had many of those for a few terms now. Unfortunate." he shrugged as he took another hot sip of the bitter substance. He glanced out of the frosted windows at the world beyond and at the snow that was beginning to fall. It was only whispers of the wonderland that would surely come in time. He smiled at the thought of his family traditions back home. The first snowfall of the year required them to head out to the village and buy some hot cider and return home to roast marshmallows over their fireplace. He sighed, missing the memories, but knowing full well that the rest of his brothers and his sister would all be thinking of the traditions for the rest of the holiday season.
He shrugged, "Not quite an imposition, but the lady can do as the lady pleases." He felt a little rejected at the thought, but regardless he would plow on. Perhaps she wasn't interested in meeting anyone new in her profession, or she was just focused on work mostly. Otherwise, he could have lost his touch since reconnecting with his little sister. There was also the possibility of the woman just not wanting to seem weak and in need of support from another. Regardless, he shrugged it off and continued to sip at his coffee in peace. "That seems like a fine idea. Or we could continue with the air of mystery, haha," he laughed at the idea. But she had already begun her own introduction. It was a lovely name with an interesting ring to it. He nodded, "Nice to meet you Ms. Novakovsky. I'm Alexandre Lilly. Nothing too confusing." he added with a friendly grin.
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Post by anya novakovsky on Jan 12, 2013 13:52:56 GMT -5
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[/div] dream away The whole Grub Pub was filled with students buzzing around. The clinks of glasses sounded from every corner. "Being here kind of reminds me of being at the Three Broomsticks at Hogsmeade," she commented. She remembered walking around Hogsmeade with her friends and looking in the shops. Most of the time, they didn't buy anything. It was still fun to roam around the village and look at all the things. Actually, it was her friend from Hogwarts who recommended becoming the owner of Enchanted Wands. Anya had taken some time to think about it.
She didn't know how her father would feel about her leaving to get a job as a wandmaker when he himself was one. Well, she told him. He was surprisingly okay with it but they worked out a deal. She would stay in France and work there for a few years and then go back to work in the family wand shop. She heard as the stranger tell a little about himself. "That's cool!" she exclaimed with a smile. She tried to remember the last time she played Quidditch. Now that she thought about it, it was probably when she was still at Hogwarts. She had been the Chaser for the Ravenclaw team. She mostly hated going against Slytherin. They mostly used dirty tricks to achieve what they want. She couldn't play while back in Russia since the weather was not really made for Quidditch. "It's nice that you'll be able to bring Quidditch back to the school," Anya said with a small smile.
It seemed pretty sad that the students as Beauxbatons couldn't play Quidditch. It was an amazing sport. Fun if the other team played fair. Alexandre Lilly was the answer to her question on his identity. Lilly seemed to familiar. Where did she hear that name before? She thought for a moment and she knew why. Perhaps, Alexandre was the sibling of one of her customers. Anya never forgot who bought a wand from her and what their wand had been. It was a mark of a true wandmaker her father had said to her. "Are you by any chance related to a girl named Kabriel Lilly?" she asked, wondering if she was right. [/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WILMETTA OF CAUTION. [/center] |
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Post by alexandre lilly on Apr 29, 2013 21:30:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:80%;][atrb=style, width:250px; padding:10px; background:#ffffff;] Now I heard you moved on from whispers on the street The Three Broomsticks? The location sounded familiar, and he figured it had something to do with Hogwarts or other. He had heard students who had transferred from Hogwarts or who had attended Hogwarts and were now Professors or shopkeepers comment on the similarities. Alexandre didn't quite understand it however and figured that at some point he would have to go and visit. He nodded, "I've heard that said before. Apparently it's a little warmer and more welcoming over there?" he added, hoping to get the jist right. Most students had said something about how it's a little colder here, less warmth in the décor and all that. But what was he to know? His favourite pub was somewhere in Ireland, although for the life of him he couldn't remember where. It was an old tavern that was located at the bottom of a great hill, just on a side road. He was taken there by some of his teammates on one of his birthdays. It had been one of the best experiences of his life off the pitch. He smiled at the memories, hoping to have some of those here as well. People here hadn't exactly befriended him instantly, although he had had the chance to meet some of the school's nicer students. He was hoping to get Quidditch up and running soon, but not many students were trying out. He needed to get the word out, soon!
Alex laughed, "Yeah... trying being the operative word here. Students don't seem all that interested in getting into Quidditch nowadays. Maybe we need to publicize more or something." he sighed, voicing his thoughts. "But hey, if ever there were the chance now would be it!" he said enthusiastically, taking a swig of his drink. He ran a hand through his hair, entertained at the thought of never really having a full Quidditch team and having to speak to the board about how they'd have to play with less players and such. It seemed rather preposterous so he was hoping the headmistress would give him a little leeway on the matter. After all, it wasn't his fault students weren't signing up to play Quidditch, the best sport in the world! He would have to motivate them somehow. Perhaps galleons or the promise of a large amount of points to their house if they do? Or a medal of some kind! He'd have to get creative. "I oftentimes wonder whether or not it's worth starting a Quidditch team or going out of retirement and playing again, myself." he queried aloud, now curious about what this woman would have to say.
Alex groaned at the mention of his younger sister, shaking his head in amusement. "Kabes... Kabriel... haha that's my sister," he sighed with an effortless grin. His sister... well, the girl seemed to get around rather easily. Making friends left and right. Never a place without an acquaintance. He wondered whether or not that got irritating... but perhaps for the little devil, it just made her life more fun and full of love. He didn't know anyone who hated the girl, and if there were people and they laid a finger on her he was certain she would have an army behind her to back her up. He couldn't help but admit that the girl knew a lot of people but he sometimes liked to distance himself from that. Many of the Lilly's were social but Alexandre, although a flirt, was not. "I take it you've handled her personally?" he asked with a laugh. Handled, of course, implying the energy that the girl extruded. Kabes managed to have the most energy, even at seven in the morning. It was magical, but definitely annoying and could only be taken in small doses.
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