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mafalda_malum (mafalda_malum) wrote in veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-09-03 22:17:00

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adrian pucey, mafalda hopkirk

Who: Mafalda Hopkirk and Adrian Pucey
Where: Renegade Cottage (How Quaint)
When: Evening
What: Mafalda and Adrian bicker/flirt.

A wicked little smile played across Mafalda's face as she made her way to the cabin where she'd had her little rendezvous with Adrian and Rodolphus just days earlier. She hoped Adrian wasn't still harboring any bad feeling about what she'd said... Well, that was a lie. She was sort of hoping he'd be pissed off and try to get revenge. She was interested to see if he really did have the balls to do it.

She flicker her hair over her shoulder and straightened her dress before sauntering into the cabin, wanting to make a good impression just in case the boy had beaten her there.

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Sorry I'm late!

renegade_pucey
2008-09-06 09:17 pm UTC (link)

Indeed the boy had beaten her there. He was leaning against the fireplace mantle, idly contemplating one of the pictures remaining as a reminder of the former inhabitants. An old woman waved up from the photo, smiling, blissfully unaware of just exactly went on in the cottage. Salazar only knew why Rodolphus had left some of the old junk laying around.

He raised a beer bottle to his lips, having consumed a six pack back in his flat, and wondered for the zillionth time exactly what he was doing fucking around with Mafalda. The woman sort of scared the hell out of him. He hated her, but he was awed by her. It was all quite confusing and usually easily remedied with some booze. But he'd been a little mouthy and now he had to back it all up. Ridiculous.

As he took another sip the door opened and in sauntered Mafalda, looking as striking as usual. She looked so smug and arrogant, and for a moment Adrian saw Bellatrix. He shivered a bit despite himself.

"Figured you wouldn't show up."

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No worries! :D

mafalda_malum
2008-09-06 10:14 pm UTC (link)

Mafalda paused inside the door and took in the scene in front of her. Well, Adrian was there. And smelling faintly of alcohol. Leaning against the mantle, beer in one hand and self-assured expression on his face, he looked like a snotty little schoolboy trying to appear older and tougher than he really was. She loved it.

"I said I would, didn't I?" She arched one elegant eyebrow as she moved further into the room. "I'm a woman of my word, when it benefits me to be so. We'll see how this night turns out and if I regret that decision."

She came to a stop in front of him, reaching out and easily taking the bottle from his hand. She held it up to her nose and sniffed, made a disgusted face, then took a drink anyway. "You're not off to a very good start. This is terrible," she informed him.

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