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ArianaBlack · 07-06-2026, 09:00 PM

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Originally Posted by nicole black

“Yes, because it’s gorgeous in here.” Demona said, their tone drier than a biscuit which had been left out of its tin. They had no interest in looking at him. They had no interest in speaking to him. Claude had moved from fascinating to boring in the span of one long overdue conversation and Demona was not planning on changing their mind on this new label.

their therapist would not have called this healthy, but then their therapist was not here.. ~~suck it, cheryl.~~

Demona reached out, light reflecting on their black flame manicure as a smile of some satisfaction began to spread across their pale visage only for said smile to be wiped clean off as the red and gold tome was unceremoniously plucked from the shelf by Demona’s unwanted companion and his greasy fingers.
“Claude.” Demona drawled, turning sharply and gracefully on their heel. With a viciously sweet smile, the wizard reached up and almost gently grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dark eyes boring deeply into his like they were trying to see into his mind . “What are you doing with my book?”

He quieted his smug look as he replied, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Or something like that. Claude wouldn't go as far as to say it's gorgeous in here, but he could appreciate the dingy, freshly dusted aesthetic. Whether it was purposeful or not was none of his business. In any case, it certainly wasn't his cup of tea, but surely someone liked it here. Otherwise, Flourish and Blotts would have gone out of business with some trendy, instagramable cafe taking its spot. Who was Claude to criticize what was surely a thriving fixture of successful business? Gorgeous or not.

"Mm?" He turned to face them, quirking a brow as he looked down at them. They didn't plan to grab for his shirt, did they? It'd wrinkle.

Besides, he had thought they had expelled him from their reality. Wouldn't it be a shame to cross the physical barrier so quickly? Not even lasting an hour. Tsk. "Your book?" He asked confused. "I thought I'd make a purchase, take it home with me." He kept his satisfaction at bay. Admittedly, it had been a guess, but their question was a confirmation that he had chosen correctly. "But you are welcome to borrow my book whenever you'd like." If they asked nicely. He was so generous like that.

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ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #47a59c Posts: 13,756 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asena Kaplan Hufflepuff Fourth Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by nicole black “Yes, because it’s gorgeous in here.” Demona said, their tone drier than a biscuit which had been left out of its tin. They had no interest in looking at him. They had no interest in speaking to him. Claude had moved from fascinating to boring in the span of one long overdue conversation and Demona was not planning on changing their mind on this new label. their therapist would not have called this healthy, but then their therapist was not here.. ~~suck it, cheryl.~~ Demona reached out, light reflecting on their black flame manicure as a smile of some satisfaction began to spread across their pale visage only for said smile to be wiped clean off as the red and gold tome was unceremoniously plucked from the shelf by Demona’s unwanted companion and his greasy fingers. “Claude.” Demona drawled, turning sharply and gracefully on their heel. With a viciously sweet smile, the wizard reached up and almost gently grabbed him by the front of his shirt, dark eyes boring deeply into his like they were trying to see into his mind . “What are you doing with my book?” He quieted his smug look as he replied, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Or something like that. Claude wouldn't go as far as to say it's gorgeous in here, but he could appreciate the dingy, freshly dusted aesthetic. Whether it was purposeful or not was none of his business. In any case, it certainly wasn't his cup of tea, but surely someone liked it here. Otherwise, Flourish and Blotts would have gone out of business with some trendy, instagramable cafe taking its spot. Who was Claude to criticize what was surely a thriving fixture of successful business? Gorgeous or not. "Mm?" He turned to face them, quirking a brow as he looked down at them. They didn't plan to grab for his shirt, did they? It'd wrinkle. Besides, he had thought they had expelled him from their reality. Wouldn't it be a shame to cross the physical barrier so quickly? Not even lasting an hour. Tsk. *"Your* book?" He asked confused. "I thought I'd make a purchase, take it home with me." He kept his satisfaction at bay. Admittedly, it had been a guess, but their question was a confirmation that he had chosen correctly. "But you are welcome to borrow my book whenever you'd like."** If they asked nicely. He was so generous like that. __________________