03-05-2012, 04:00 AM
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| Fwooper
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia Yarborough
Hufflepuff Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Emerald Peridot "Dot" Ainsley
Gryffindor Fourth Year
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Originally Posted by LunaLovegood5  Michael closed his eyes. He was not used to this sort of thing. He had brought flowers, a small bouqet of pale blue hydrangea, because he knew they represented friendship, devotion and understanding.
He wasn't wearing his usual work clothes, instead he wore dark green t-shirt and black trousers. He waited quietly for his 'date', anxiously rolling down his socks, tucking in his pockets, picking off the 'cling-on' petals of the hydrangeas.
He listened patiently to the lady in the red hat as she explained the rules of the museum. He was excited, he loved museums, and he loved art. His favourite was Monet. Abigail wasn’t nervous she was used to dates. And dating - who was she kidding she was a wreck. But she loved art - all kinds of art in fact. Her favorite muggle art form were statues - well, they weren’t her actual favorite. You could say she really loved anything dealing with art.
Maybe that was why she worked in the muggle art field? But it was kind of hard going on a date with a muggle guy and having him ask you why you had a stick on you.
Wasn’t really a smart thing to say you didn’t lie and have it possibly shoot out sparks. Nope. She was a smart girl - well, witch. She was going to stick to strictly dating wizards. Besides. Magic was brilliant. You could use it after hours and well, make paintings move like they were supposed to and talk to portraits. Thats why this date was perfect for her - it was with moving, talking, and well - practically living art.
As the lady in the red hat explained the statues did get hungry.
“Pardon me - are you Michael?” She asked smiling over to him. “I’m Abigail Vanderhausen,” she smiled. Her eyes catching on the beautiful blue hydrangea's. She loved Hydrangea's. “You can call me Abbie” she smiled over to him. Hoping that it indeed was the person she was set on the date with.
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