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Tweak says, "But it's the pelvic thrust..."

Theodore Nott (fiadornott) wrote in pandorarpg,
@ 2011-11-20 23:36:00

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!status: complete, ^date: november 04 2003, character: justin finch-fletchley, character: theodore nott

Who: Justin Finch-Fletchley and Theodore Nott.
What: Just another day at Nature's Garden.
When: November 4, 2003; 10:00 AM.
Where: Nature's Garden, Diagon Alley.
Rating: It's likely not going to be very worksafe.

Last night was terrible, there wasn't any other way to put it really. Upon startling awake, Theodore took the last of his Dreamless Sleep Draught which had in turn knocked him out until the morning. When he had awoken for the day he had determined that the best plan was to at the very least maintain and continue to grow the ingredients of such a potion...just as it was probably the best way to contain the costs of a potion for every other night. He needed some of the ingredients for work anyways, so he was being rather sensible.

Theodore needed more fertilizer for that and the garden around Mynydd House. It was something of a tribute to how the way things were, or at least what he really remembered of it since it was so long ago. In any case, the garden would make for a good distraction later in the day as he didn't have work lined up. He walked up an aisle looking at various fertilizers.

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basilisk_srvivr
2011-11-21 05:11 am UTC (link)

Justin had thankfully slept soundly the night before, without nightmares or visions, and without being kept awake by thoughts of dead friends or arguments with his best mate. For the first time in days, he was starting to feel normal - normal for him, that was.

He needed some more grape plants for some of his wine experimentation, and the best magical varieties he'd found at Nature's Garden - where there were quite a few fit employees that were always up for a flirt. He hadn't really flirted in days - he may have tried a little the other day with Anthony, but that was exceptionally tame for him. Grief tended to do that to him (he'd barely shagged the entire year after his father's death).

As expected, a pretty witch greeted him when he entered, and she gladly showed him to a long table where there were a few varieties of grapes to choose from. She then excused herself to attend to another customer, and he bent over the table to better inspect the plants.

He reached out to feel the texture of a leaf, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

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fiadornott
2011-11-21 05:24 am UTC (link)

Stepping back for a moment from the Fertilizer Hunt, Theodore had asked the saleslady for the brand that he was looking for but couldn't find. Promising that she would return shortly after checking the back room, she disappeared leaving Theodore waiting in the aisle. He noticed that there was someone else in the aisle, bent over, looking at something.

It wasn't completely below him to take such opportunities to observe. He never did see many people during the day, much less those who were worth looking at. Perhaps this was part of why he enjoyed people watching: if it weren't interesting to listen to what they had to say, it was at least enjoyable to take in the physiology of some sorts.

	basilisk_srvivr 2011-11-21 05:53 am UTC (link)
	"I've had better," he admitted with a shrug, then smiled. "I've had worse, too. Then again, it doesn't quite taste right until it's been processed right. The best grapes are those that have been turned into wine." His fingers played in the plant until they finally plucked off another grape. "Would you like a taste? I could always use a second opinion." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	basilisk_srvivr 2011-11-22 12:39 am UTC (link)
	"Oh, no disturbances at mine," he assured with a lascivious grin. He nuzzled forward, his breath ghosting over his companion's skin as their noses brushed together. "And I love a man who enjoys something new every now and then." He finally closed the distance, giving in to the need to kiss this bloke that intrigued and aroused him so. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	basilisk_srvivr 2011-11-23 05:47 am UTC (link)
	"Did you see someone else in the dream then? Or hear, or feel them?" He remembered Ernie saying something similar. This was beginning to feel all too wrong, and couldn't be coincidence, not with this amount of detail. He felt the warmth of the extra hand on his, and felt that at least he was helping somehow. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	fiadornott 2011-11-23 05:55 am UTC (link)
	"Someone was watching--I could only see her eyes, they were blue. And I'm not an occlumens, but I can tell she was enjoying herself." Theodore couldn't forget that part. Not for anything really. "Did your friend see that? Someone watching?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)