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Tweak says, "butter-voiced beau"

Megan Jones (hotcrossed) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-04 20:57:00

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character: blaise zabini, character: megan stewart

WHO: Megan Stewart and OPEN (or could be complete narrative if no one is interested, lol)
WHAT: Getting out of the house
WHERE: Finnigans, Common Room
WHEN: Thursday, after dinner with Hufflepuffs
RATING/STATUS: TBD/SFW, in progress

Megan loved being invited to Hannah's house for dinner. She wondered if the other witch sensed that she didn't want to invite her husband along, because she'd made it so easy to tell him that there wasn't any room for him at the table. Darby had pouted for only a moment and then decided he'd have a poker game with Horace Slughorn, Elphias Doge and some of the members of his hunting club. Megan breathed a sigh of relief.

But after a delicious dinner, Megan was walking down Monument Alley, not at all desirous to find her flat. She glanced at the watch she wore and frowned a bit. 8pm. If she went home, it would mean 4 incredibly long hours trying to make small talk with Darby and she didn't think she could manage. Instead, she glanced at herself in reflection of the watch glass, fluffed her hair, reapplied her lip gloss and headed to Finnigans.

Opening the door to the pub was like coming home-better than, because it was warm and vibrant and felt young and full of life. She walked confidently to the bar and ordered a champagne, the bubbles filling her head and making her forget everything other than the moment. She only needed a glass before she was heading to the dance floor to shake her ample rear and to forget that she was an old, married lady far before her time. Her eyes met someone across the room, and Megan smiled. It felt good to come to this home.

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dark_blaise
2014-09-06 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Blaise didn't really know Megan. Over the years he'd come to know more about his former schoolmates if for no other reason than they were all on paths that intersected in some manner or another. That in and of itself made it more acceptable to branch out where he never would have trod during his younger years.

His eyes stayed on her as she danced a little while longer and began working her way toward him. He took in each of her curves and found himself wondering whether or not she actually wore the products she recommended. That thought in and of itself was enough to make him want to get close enough to find out.

"And you look like a witch who needs a wizard to move with her," he said placing his glass on the table as he stood to join her. "After you," he said taking a step toward her while fighting the urge to place his hand on the small of her back confident enough that it would be there anyway before too much longer.

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hotcrossed
2014-09-08 12:00 am UTC (link)

Megan was delighted that she didn't need to work very hard to get Blaise to dance with her. If anything, it was almost TOO easy. She flashed him a cheeky grin and nodded. "I definitely do. And you look like just the wizard to do it." she said. When he said he'd follow her she clapped her hands and started shaking her hips, reaching behind her to grab his hand and lead him to the dance floor.

Megan turned around and rubbed against Blaise, her hips swaying to the music, her ample rear on display for him. Sure, it was a little shameless, but it was also harmless wasn't it? Just dancing after all. She glanced over her shoulder and gave him a smile and a laugh. "I hope you don't mind, I just love this song!" she said, her body pressing against his as she moved.

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dark_blaise
2014-09-08 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Blaise was always available to dance with a pretty girl. Unless of course he had someone particular in his sights that night but today that wasn't the case. He was a free agent, completely void of responsibility to anyone other than himself.

He allowed Megan to lead him out to the dance floor, his eyes pulled to her form the entire time. The way she swayed took his mind off anything that might have been plaguing his thoughts. He closed his eyes as he felt her against him and allowed the music to take over his brain. When he opened them he ran placed his hands on her waist and ran them down to where they could hold her hips so she could use them to guide his rhythm.

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