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Phoenix Abraxas Malfoy (phoenixabraxas) wrote in landing_rpg,
@ 2009-05-19 04:42:00

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kendra urquhart, phoenix malfoy

WHO. Phoenix Malfoy and Kendra Urquhart
WHAT. A date? SRSLY. Not even WE know.
WHERE. Hogsmeade.
WHEN. Hogsmeade Day.
STATUS. Incomplete / Closed.
RATING. TBA

It was with a feeling of nervous excitement that Phoenix Malfoy stood in front of his mirror that morning. Clean and nice-smelling from his recent long bath, he shrugged on a waist-length fur-lined brown coat over a white shirt and ash trousers and surveyed his appearance. He had an engagement that afternoon, one that he would admit he had never foreseen would happen at all. It was only days ago that he had met her after all. Though what this was exactly remained a mystery to him. A friendly meeting? A date?

Phoenix shook off such distracting thoughts from his mind and returned to fixing hismelf. After hanging his scarf loosely around his neck and putting on a pair of gloves, he pocketed his money bag and made to exit his room. His feet led him to the Main steps where he comfortably settled against the stone banister, the hand carrying the small, tight bouquet of daisies he had brought hidden from those who would come from the castle. The day was cool, quite refreshing, and the passing breeze striied the thin strands of lighthair that crowned his head. Looking up, he started at the cloudy heavens, squinting his eyes as he waited for Kendra to arrive, as planned.

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-23 02:31 pm UTC (link)

"French, German and English." Phoenix supplied, taking a modest sip of his butterbeer and wiping his lips delicately with his napkin after. "I started learning languages other than my native tongue when I was very young. My mother would speak to me in French whenever she asks me to help her tend to her blossoms in the gardens. I think it's so I'll study the language hard enough to be able to keep up." His expression showed the faintest smile as he recalled thoe memories, but such would only be visible to one who would look hard enough. "I had learned to speak German from a tutor- a woman of her late twenties that seemed to always be in a constant state of aggravation. I didn't like her too much, but I wanted to learn. I didn't have much of a choice. I studied for a few summers with her but I don't think I can recall a time when she smiled." He folded his hand on his lap, his brows drawing together as he recollected his thoughts. "I try to learn something new during the summers." He didn't spend a lot of time interacting much with family, so learning how to play instruments and how to speak langages occupied his schedule. "It's... a good way to pass the time, I've found."

Taking his fork, Phoenix took another small bite of his meal and drank. His eyes then lifted back to Kendra's before continuing. "Now, tell me something about you that I don't already know, Kendra."

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urquhartk
2009-05-23 05:04 pm UTC (link)

Phoenix's life seemed so extravagant compared to hers. Actually, it didn't seem more extravagant. It was. They grew up in completely different worlds. For that matter, they still lived in entirely different worlds. Was it insane for her to think they could get along when there seemed to be hardly any, if any at all, overlap between them?

Her answer to his question only seemed to reinforce their differences. "Well, I'm... right-handed, I can spend a month on a rubik's cube easily, I play the piano, but only a little- and poorly at that. Oh, and I speak English and er- English." It was a bit embarrassing, really, but Kendra was who she was, and she supposed it was better to be honest, right?

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-24 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Phoenix's lips upturned in the slightest in the corners at her answer. Had her purpose been just to prove how different they were? He somehow could not clearly read her expression, but he could see the hesitation when she spoke. Did she think those little distinctions mattered much to him? "I've always wanted to play the piano." he lifted one of his hands, flexing the long, delicate fingers. "My mother has always had a frustration about playing it, but she's never learned how to. Her hands are quite small. She wanted me to learn; she's always said I have the hands for them." He closed his hand and laid it back against the wooden table surface. "But I've always found that there's something more alluring about the sound of a violin." He took a sip of butterbeer. "And I like English more than any other language. No nasal noises, and the words fluidly roll out of your tongue. It's the one I'm most comfortable with."

A pause was spared as he again recollected his thoughts. He didn't think he's had a lot of chance to talk quite as much as he has been given now in the past months. It was surprisingly... refreshing. "Tell me more about you." he urged.

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urquhartk
2009-05-25 12:37 am UTC (link)

Kendra's gaze dropped to his lithe fingers, a delicate smirk forming at the sight of expertly managed fingernails. She expected the likes of that from him, fingernails that were nicer than her own, though hers were covered in a light polish. "You do," she agreed. "But the violin is nice. Maybe you could play it for me some time." As far as the English language was concerned, Kendra didn't have an awful lot to say about it, so she kept her mouth shut for fear of sounding like an idiot.

"More about me?" she asked. "Well... I was born and raised in Appleby. I have two younger brothers. The only thing close I have to a talent is dealing with herbology, but you knew that already. I like chocolate chip cookies and bubble baths and... I've always wondered if blondes really do have more fun. I think it must be true."

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-26 06:03 am UTC (link)

At her gentle request, Phoenix had to stop, his expression turnng thoughtful. Though he would try to perfect this specific craft in the summers, he had never truly shown this particlar skill to those outside his circle. "Sure." he said later. It couldnt hurt, could i? "We'll find the right time. You have my word..."

He took another sip of his drink as he lisened to Kendra, finishing off his glass. He stored what information she had said in his mind, perhaps for later use. The other's ending statement made Phoenix dearly wish he could laugh. "Oh? How can you say so?" he asked. "If I were to give my testimony, I don't think blondes necessarily have more fun than those with darker hair. The definition of fun differs for everyone after all, and it would all depend on the person..." A smile.

The waitress returned to ask if he needed a refill for his drink. "Yes, please." Politely, he nodded and handed his glass to her before she left. "Do your brothers study in Hogwarts, too?"

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urquhartk
2009-05-26 01:02 pm UTC (link)

Kendra at first wondered if she had said something out of line, but after a brief pause, he was talking to her again, his soft tones seeming anything but offended. "I'd like that."

As he went off on his logical spiel, Kendra quirked a brow at him. She had never heard someone put so much thought into that statement. "Phoenix, do you put this much thought into everything?" she asked, though she was smiling. "If you must know, I think it's true because, being a blonde, I have entirely too much fun."

She lifted her glass to hand to the waitress, wanting a refill of her own, but she was off, leaving the empty glass in her hand. "Or not..." She sighed. "Yes, they do. Kevin is a sixth year Ravenclaw, and Harry is a fifth year Hufflepuff."

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-26 01:25 pm UTC (link)

In truth, it is in Phoenix's nature to overthink matters, though he would rather not admit such a thing to Kendra. He elegantly shrugged a shoulder. "You presented an argument. I simply offered my thoughts in the matter." he responded lightly. "Then I must ask: What is your definition of fun, Kendra?"

The waitress returned with his drink; he thanked her generously before he remembered that Kendra wanted hers refilled as well. "Could my companion please have a refill for her drink as well?" Phin watched as the waitress turned to Kendra, took her glass and left them again.

"I see." he said, stirring his butterbeer with his straw. In his periphery, Phoenix saw the waitress returning and just when he was about to turn and thank the woman for her service, he witnessed in complete surprise as the glass tipped over on the tray in her hand, and butterbeer spilling over onto Kendra's lap...

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urquhartk
2009-05-26 08:53 pm UTC (link)

There are some things you just do not expect to happen to you in a restaurant. Needless to say, getting a glass of butterbeer spilled on your lap is one of those.

Kendra let out a cry of surprise, before she stared, wide-eyed at the flirtacious waitress who was staring back looking shocked but, in Kendra's opinion, not nearly as horrified as she should have. "I'm sorry. I don't know what happened."

"I do," Kendra muttered bitterly. "You were so busy staring at my date you dropped a glass of butterbeer on my lap. Can I have another napkin, please?"

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-28 12:54 pm UTC (link)

Phoenix's light eyes widened- perhaps the first open display of any emotion on his features when Kendra sharply straightened and gave the waitress a piece of her mind. What did not escape his notice however, was the fact what Kendra referred to him as. A date. So the flowers were appropriat then. This simple fact, he found, pleased him, that it was perhaps the reason why he remained so calm.

He stood, taking the napkin already on his lap and moved to stand beside Kendra. He placed a hand lightly on her back and gently ushered her to the washing area, but not before he spared teh waitress a glance that was far too sharp for his usually serene expression. One they had arrive by the sink, Phoenix opened the faucet and soaked his napkin with water. He was about to help clean up the stain on Kendra's lap, when he caugth himself and stopped, looked up and asked: "May I?" He then offered the moist napkin to her. "Or would you rather do it?"

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urquhartk
2009-05-28 03:22 pm UTC (link)

To be perfectly honest, Kendra hadn't even realized she had called Phoenix her date, and probably would not realize it until much, much later where she could be mortified of her assumption-making in private. At the present moment, she was far too busy being irritated with the waitress and her ruined clothes to think of what she had or hadn't said.

Muttering under her breath about not tipping, Kendra allowed herself to be ushered away, which was probably in the girl's best interest as she would have only gotten angrier with time. She had settled herself on the counter of the washroom, a dark look about her that clearly showed she was going through a list of inappropriate words she could call the waitress, when Phin's voice startled her out of her angry thoughts.

She glanced down at the napkin in his hands, cheeks heating slightly as he offered to wash her off. "Er, yeah. Tat's fine." She had jeans on, after all, and it wasn't as if there was anything hot about having her legs cleaned off by a... really... attractive guy who... was entirely too respectful and charming for his own good. Right. Nothing hot at all.

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phoenixabraxas
2009-05-30 09:42 pm UTC (link)

At her consent, Phoenix nodded and slowly started dabbing the wet area where the butter had spilled on her jeans, carefully soaking the fabric with water to clean the stain. He did this for quite some time, a mask of concentration on his features. After a second, he took the dry side of his towel and dabbed it over the material again.

When he was done, he straightened and folded the towel in his hands, leaving it by the sink after. "I suppose that will keep it from leaving a stain." His eyes lifted to hers then. "What do you say we finish our lunch and not let this small slip ruin our..." Date "...afternoon?" he asked, smiling to himself, before he gestured to his side towards their table, asking her to walk before him...

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urquhartk
2009-06-01 11:56 am UTC (link)

Kendra laughed softly, in disbelief that Phoenix had not already considered the afternoon ruined. Then again, she supposed he hadn't been the one to get a cup full of butterbeer in his lap. Still, if he remained in a pleasant mood, he could certainly rub off on her and manage to salvage the rest of the Hogsmeade trip. "I'd like that," she answered with a small smile, before leading the way back to their table to finish their ~~date~~ meal.

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