03-28-2011, 07:29 AM
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| Crumple-Horned Snorkack
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Originally Posted by LilFox06 "No." Milton mumbled when she mentioned her father. "I tend to keep to myself..." he said. He then hastily added, "don't want people to steal my secrets."
Yeah... that made him sound not completely anti-social by choice, right?
If only he had taken his own potion... he wouldn't have this problem then.
It seemed like he wasn't the only one avoiding topics. She dabbled in what she did before? He wondered what that was. She seemed far too pretty to do anything worth being shy about.
(It was a known fact afterall that one couldn't be both evil and beautiful. Beautifully evil? Of course. Evilly beautiful? Sure. But not evil AND beautiful.)
He looked down at the shirt that was thrown across his shoulder. He thought it was a souvenir... not a dress requirement. But, the lady he'd been chatting with didn't seem to care too much, so it must have been okay that he wasn't wearing it.
He listened rather impatiently as the large man continued to speak. "Can he even do that...?" he asked at the mention of cancelling O.W.L.S.
Wasn't passing those things a requirement? Aliceara found herself leaning a bit closer to Milton as he'd started mumbling, as if embarrassed or even more shy than he'd been over most of the conversation. She hadn't wanted to make him uncomfortable, but then, it was hard to tell if it was her or just the whole event that was making him act this way. She wasn't quite vain enough to think it was entirely herself. "Oh," she replied as he'd said he kept to himself. "In some respects, that's a good state of mind to be in. Professionally, at least in your line of work. I've found that sometimes it helps to actually converse with people socially, though," she observed, continuing her train of thought as she gave him a little smile. It was a gentle nudge toward trying to get him to be less shy, but she couldn't say whether or not he'd take it.
He hadn't as of yet, but in a way his silence was almost refreshing. Usually she had people trying to talk her head off at parties, so finding someone who wasn't was nice. Maybe it was the difference between splitting herself between both worlds and restricting herself to only the Wizarding world. Either way, she oddly liked it, not even thinking that his silence could mean he was puzzling over the answer she'd given him. As long as he didn't question it, she was still safe. (Even though the odds of a potioneer having any connection with her cousin were slim to none. Even her father didn't speak with Nikolai unless he absolutely had to.)
The shirt comment of the rather corpulent focus of this party seemed to have gotten a reaction from her fellow shopkeeper, and Aliceara smiled a little to herself as she noticed the glance in her peripheral vision as she continued to watch the goings-on up on the dais. Nobody was going to scare her into wearing anything that clashed with her outfit, and anyone that tried was fooling themselves. But she turned back to Milton with a shrug as he spoke again, questioning more of the announcements that had occurred. "It seems he has. I guess we'll find out if it lasts," she replied lightly, if a bit cynical. Anyone with the pull to shut down all of Diagon Alley was going to be hard to get around, no pun intended. And, munching on one of the deviled eggs still left on her plate, she glanced around as she waited to see if her companion agreed, blue eyes focusing on what seemed to be the start of an argument near the other end of the buffet. Hmmm.
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