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Harron Peasley · 10-05-2023, 11:07 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Once Cooper had taken off his rose colored glasses and allowed himself to properly see, he had learned to refrain from snap judgements and, well, he was still working on reigning in his unsolicited advice and observations. Or at least deliver them more tactfully when he absolutely could not hold back and he felt as though the recipient may actually be receptive to whatever words he had to share. And, well, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone too....which...well...gossip and paparazzi had their ways of ruining people, he had seen and nearly been a part of one with the French wizarding press, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't think such guidance would be well received in the present company and so he simply smiled in reply with a steady nod of the head.

"Oh...yeah...it's one of my jobs," he nodded with a bit more color rising in his cheeks as he recalled his picnic with Mamie. "I've been splitting my time between here and France on the Benoit estates, namely their abraxan ranch as a stableman. Quite the busy summer season there with Beauxbatons requiring a couple of new abraxan for the carriages so there was a lot to be done in preparation for that and giving some of the younger abraxan a bit of tough love so they all were in their best form for selection. The family also calls upon me for their soirees and other events as a photographer. Through assisting Monsieur Benoit...I've sort of become the family's private photographer and that's given my skill a bit of notoriety among pureblood circles in France." Something he still wasn't sure how he felt about but had decided that he was just grateful to have the work and substantial flow of income. "Monsieur Benoit is also a winged horse jockey, so I assist with matters there as well...mostly abraxan care. He's trained me a bit in the sport and I've participated in a few minor races as a jockey myself."

Needless to say, he was keeping busy. Absurdly so and steadily working on cutting back his hours here and there so he had more time to...well...do things like this.

Paparazzi certainly were something, and although the article she'd been caught in with Noah had danced a little too close to the truth for her liking, Florrie could admit that there was a certain thrill to it all. Wondering what would be said next, how true it would be, and what people would then wonder... But she did prefer to be on the other side of it. Though the one time she'd been captured in the Muggle press, as a 'mystery leggy blonde' dating a footballer.... Well, that wasn't even close to the reason she'd put a pin in that bit of fun.

"One?" Florrie wasn't surprised when she asked, given that Cooper had always been interested in numerous things - alongside being dedicated, enthusiastic and hard working when it came to those things. Her brows raised ever so slightly, though, as the man opposite her continued. "I'm not sure I can imagine you as a stable hand," she mused, though it did occur to her that he may fit in a historical romance, where the lowly stable hand ran off with the Duke's daughter. A plot that she would potentially file away for a later premise, though it would be doubtful that she would ever approach historical fiction. "I'm glad you're still taking photos," even if she was unlikely to see such photos, and even if event photography seemed so different from what she expected of him. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, Florrie toyed with the edge of one of her boots. "You seem incredibly busy. It suits you." She almost wondered how he had time for a relationship - a wonder that was met with thoughts of 'she really must be incredible', thoughts that she pushed away.

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Harron Peasley Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Losers Club Posts: 7,602 Hogwarts RPG Name: Gabriel Calderón Ravenclaw First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Tallulah Heavens Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Katrina Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Sixth Year x3	Sarah thinks I'm cute \| Shan's safe space. Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Once Cooper had taken off his rose colored glasses and allowed himself to properly see, he had learned to refrain from snap judgements and, well, he was still working on reigning in his unsolicited advice and observations. Or at least deliver them more tactfully when he absolutely could not hold back and he felt as though the recipient may actually be receptive to whatever words he had to share. And, well, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone too....which...well...gossip and paparazzi had their ways of ruining people, he had seen and nearly been a part of one with the French wizarding press, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't think such guidance would be well received in the present company and so he simply smiled in reply with a steady nod of the head. "Oh...yeah...it's one of my jobs," he nodded with a bit more color rising in his cheeks as he recalled his picnic with Mamie. "I've been splitting my time between here and France on the Benoit estates, namely their abraxan ranch as a stableman. Quite the busy summer season there with Beauxbatons requiring a couple of new abraxan for the carriages so there was a lot to be done in preparation for that and giving some of the younger abraxan a bit of tough love so they all were in their best form for selection. The family also calls upon me for their soirees and other events as a photographer. Through assisting Monsieur Benoit...I've sort of become the family's private photographer and that's given my skill a bit of notoriety among pureblood circles in France." Something he still wasn't sure how he felt about but had decided that he was just grateful to have the work and substantial flow of income. "Monsieur Benoit is also a winged horse jockey, so I assist with matters there as well...mostly abraxan care. He's trained me a bit in the sport and I've participated in a few minor races as a jockey myself." Needless to say, he was keeping busy. Absurdly so and steadily working on cutting back his hours here and there so he had more time to...well...do things like this. Paparazzi certainly were something, and although the article she'd been caught in with Noah had danced a little too close to the truth for her liking, Florrie could admit that there was a certain thrill to it all. Wondering what would be said next, how true it would be, and what people would then wonder... But she did prefer to be on the other side of it. Though the one time she'd been captured in the Muggle press, as a 'mystery leggy blonde' dating a footballer.... Well, that wasn't even close to the reason she'd put a pin in that bit of fun. "One?" Florrie wasn't surprised when she asked, given that Cooper had always been interested in numerous things - alongside being dedicated, enthusiastic and hard working when it came to those things. Her brows raised ever so slightly, though, as the man opposite her continued. "I'm not sure I can imagine you as a stable hand," she mused, though it did occur to her that he may fit in a historical romance, where the lowly stable hand ran off with the Duke's daughter. A plot that she would potentially file away for a later premise, though it would be doubtful that she would ever approach historical fiction. "I'm glad you're still taking photos," even if she was unlikely to see such photos, and even if event photography seemed so different from what she expected of him. Crossing and uncrossing her legs, Florrie toyed with the edge of one of her boots. "You seem incredibly busy. It suits you." She almost wondered how he had time for a relationship - a wonder that was met with thoughts of 'she really must be incredible', thoughts that she pushed away. __________________ ⇀ Standing now, calling all the people here to see the show_____________________________ Calling for my demons now to let me go ↽