01-17-2015, 09:23 PM
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| Doxy
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Hogwarts RPG Name: William McLuen Sixth Year
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| Talikins|Huffledor|Purple|Ted Velvet| |Lochnessie|Redhead|Bladger|⅓ Ferocious Trio Quote:
Originally Posted by hermionesclone Be warned, Hogwarts, Amy was HERE.
Signature satisfied smirk in place and an arm that was wrapped around her handsome hubby's arm, the former Slytherin waltzed her way towards the food and drink buffet. She didn't care if it was true or not but to her, it as as if there was a spotlight shining on her and the Frenchie she was with and they were the highlight of the event. Obviously.
There was some finger wiggling to familiars and smiling happening.
So the food? Not bad looking. The woman was actually impressed for once in her life. "See anything you like? I certainly do." And she wasn't looking at the food any longer. Wink. "So what do you think of this place, babe?" His opinion mattered to her and she only hoped he had some nice things to say. This place had been her school for a little while where she spent more time hanging out with the animals and flirting to her heart's desire. Good times. His wife looked absolutely fabulous and he couldn't resist but to think of how anbody would wish to be her, or him as he was the one right beside her and she the one beside him. It would be a win, win situation to be either of them, really-or so he thought with his full-of-himself mind.
Dartanian followed his wife as she waved to the odd face here and there. When they reached the food, he observed, only to look up at Amy a moment later when she had spoken.
Grin. Smirk. Smirk.
His wife was always on point. "Like? I em not zo zure," he began to tease in his heavy French accent."...but love. I zee won bootifool zing in front of me." He knew how to flirt back, alright. He believed he was the professional of all them men. How else had he won Amy?
At her question, he gazed at the English people. It was not France or Beauxbatons but if it had an Amy involved, it was already better in his eyes. "I em zure you made it zo emezing zey wished zey cood elweyz keep you 'ere." A wink followed. |
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