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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 16:27:09 GMT -5
"But?"
Water back in her hand. Then to her lips. You got thirsty. It happened.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 16:29:17 GMT -5
Another slump and her forehead was finally on the counter. The alcohol was getting her a bit and she was pretty sure she was hitting the bottom.
"But he's still around~"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 16:34:05 GMT -5
"He might just go away once you get his wand back to him." She shrugged a bit, getting Cerys more water. She really was hitting something.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 16:43:15 GMT -5
She groaned, frustrated with her face still in the counter, hair fanned out around her. She really did have a lot hair.
"But why does he have to be here at all? I thought I got away from all that~~"
Fuck it. She sat up, looking up at the taller woman.
"I need one more."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 16:52:14 GMT -5
The girl did have a lot of hair. It was a pretty color. She liked it.
Angel paused for a moment.
"Do you really need one more? Can you afford one more?"
She may give her a free one. Maybe. That depended.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:01:04 GMT -5
She brushed her wild hair out of her face again, leaning on her hand. She was getting more and more unladylike as the night went by. It was okay, though. As long as she was hot she could do what she wanted.
"I'm getting paid soon, remember?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:12:17 GMT -5
And there was another shrug from Angel as she moved to get her another fire whiskey for her.
"If you say so. Oh. I'm Angel, by the way."
She set the drink down in front of her, with a bit of a smile.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:14:55 GMT -5
She took it, instantly knocking it back before setting the glass in front of her. That was a good one. She was tipping over the edge now and it felt good.
Finally she spoke up again, looking up at her.
"Cerys. "
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:19:40 GMT -5
"So, Cerys. I'm going to take it you're the....Anwyl? That owns that shop."
She nodded, not even bothering to wait for a response before leaning back against the counter, finishing off her water.
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:23:14 GMT -5
She paused, glancing up at her again. She knew it was written on the side of the building but under the circumstances she was wary of her name at all. Maybe she should change the shop name... but no. It was her grandmother's shop name. She couldn't change it. Not after she taught her so much.
She nodded.
"An you're... just Angel?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:27:39 GMT -5
Cerys's surname didn't hold much meaning to Angel. It could have, somewhere back in her mind. But she'd never read into newspapers too much. Whether or not her family had been in them. Certain death eater families were easy to identify names. When you thought about it. But why would you? Unless you were into that sort of thing.
"Yes." She chuckled a bit before shaking her head. "Rebuelta. And if you want to get technical it's Angelita. But don't."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:30:37 GMT -5
Anwyl was the sort of name you could look up and it led to two things. One was her grandmother and the wand shop she had had here in Puddlemere before it was burned down in the war, and her parents. All the horrible things they did. How they rather died then go to Azkaban where they couldn't serve the Dark Lord. It was a messy affair. One she chose not to think about.
Rubuelta. No, she didn't recall the name.
She nodded.
"Alright. Angel. Do you live around here?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:36:02 GMT -5
Rebuelta didn't carry too much in the United Kingdom. Somewhere in South America it was something, though. She didn't know exactly what, since her Grandmother didn't care to share her money or history with them. But that was fine and dandy. She was sure someone back in her family had married some rich white guy or something. She had to get it from somewhere.
"I go to the school." She nodded absently towards the building. Or where she assumed it was. "So for now I live there."
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Post by Cerys Anwyl on Jul 30, 2009 17:37:59 GMT -5
She leaned on the counter, taking a sip of water again finally and, again, brushing her hair away. It seemed to have a life of its own tonight. Or maybe she just wasn't keeping her head up super well anymore.
"So why do you work here? Isn't school enough?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on Jul 30, 2009 17:50:12 GMT -5
It was probably both. Her hair was quite wild. Pretty, but wild. And she was a little tipsy.
"This is to keep my sanity. School is boring and repetitive. Bitchy room mate. Etcetera."
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