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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Tuesday, October 18th / 4:00 pm
Location: Corridors
Open To: Chamberlayne
Currently Involving: Genie
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Location: Corridors
Open To: Chamberlayne
Currently Involving: Genie
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If she was?
He might just have to go against the Dark Lord's wishes and find a way to get rid of her. He didn't think that he could stand having to be all lovey-dovey with her.
His arms were crossed over his chest as he saw her come into his view. "Genevieve," he greeted, not even letting one of his fake smirks onto his face.
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She strolled over to him looking very much like the cat on the prowl, approaching it's prey. She quickly sized him up - yeah, she could take him if need be. Take him straight out the window, oh.. wouldn't that be a delight?
"What do you want?"
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He never had any doubt that he could take her down. She might have been a Death Eater just as he was, but he had always felt that he had more chops.
Raising an eyebrow, he smirked the characteristic smirk that he always wore. "And what else would I want than to see my dear, darling Genevieve?" His tone was extremely sarcastic, and he quickly followed up with a wiping of the smirk from his face. "My fiancee, and all."
Ah, hopefully that would tell him what he wanted to know.
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From there, she elegantly folded arms again and fell back to her previous posture, weight on back leg as her hip stuck out.
"Indeed, I am. Which is why I'm hoping those daft parents of yours placed one of those muggle life insurance policies on you. Surely your fiancee would be the beneficiary, aye?"
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So she was either playing their game once more, or she was going to consider his bloody proposal to be an actual proposal. Which -- well, could play in his favour, but would probably give him much more trouble than it was worth.
He didn't move toward the window; no, he wasn't going to give her that opportunity. "Why would I have a muggle life insurance policy, Genevieve dear? Did your parents take one out on you?"
Leaning against the wall as if to assure himself that he had some backing if she tried anything, he added, "As for my fiancee being my beneficiary... I have a feeling that I would only make a wife or a... fiancee who had consummated our engagement something like that."
It was so amusing how they emphasised certain choice words. They both played the game like pros.
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And so with that, it was said. She was going to consider this to be a real engagement just to drive him bloody mad.
"Really, love, is this the only reason you asked to meet me here? To hash out the windfall you're to leave me once I kill you?"
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At least he wouldn't be the only one who was unhappy with the arrangement. He knew that she wouldn't be pleased to be married to him. "All you've got to look forward to?" He paused, as though thinking about her words. "Well, that and anything that we manage to acquire as the amazing dynamic duo."
He paused again, grimacing at the thought of marrying her. It wasn't that it would be a horrible arrangement, considering that they were both in the same business. But having to deal with her every day until he got so sick of her that he killed her? Not exactly something that he looked forward to.
"I actually just came to make sure that our... engagement was still on," he replied slowly, drawling as he crossed his arms over his chest. "And I was, of course, wondering what kind of drapes you'd be wanting."
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With a wink, she brought a hand up, caressing his cheek almost lovingly.
"And please, you'll not need to settle matters with drapes. Surely we'll move into the O'Dwyer Estate. I'm sure that any.. quaint flat you'd provide would pale in comparison."
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That was just the icing on the cake, really, and now he knew that he would regret playing this game. Though, he couldn't very well back out of this particular game now, so he had to keep playing.
"We really should set a date. Preferrably... very soon, don't you agree? Perhaps sometime in the next month, hmm?" He let his fingers up to her cheek, caressing her as she had him.
At the dig on his 'flat', which was actually not anything shabby as she'd suggested, he raised an eyebrow, somehow managing to keep the smirk on his lips. "Oh, surely, but I'll want to put my own feel into the estate, of course. And... well, of course we'll not be calling it the O'Dwyer Estate anymore."
How she would take to that, he had no clue, but he was interested to find out.
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"Oh, I agree. The sooner the better, of course. I know you're just dying to make me, ah..." Bringing the ring-clad hand up, she flashed him a charming smile. "...Mrs Chamberlayne Watson."
Oh, she wanted to choke on her tongue. Or the ring. Or both. Just calling herself that was dreadful enough.
But she'd not fall, oh no. The longer she kept her cool, the better. "Of course!" she replied creamily, "I'd not want you living in an Estate that is named after it's late master. We'll simply have to name it the Watson Estate instead, yes? Oh, what a lovely name for such a lovely home as well. I can imagine growing old there with you, dear. You and our children."
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Oh, Good God. Gag him with a chainsaw right then and there to put him out of his misery. Of course, when she added that lovely little tidbit about the children, he thought that he would grab her and shove her out the window right then. It would make things that much easier.
Children.
Oh hell no.
Not that he could let her know his feelings. Oh, no no no. So, with a bright and somewhat infatuated-looking smile, he said assuringly, "Oh, of course. How many lovely little tykes are we having anyway? I'd like... Merlin, at least eight. I hope that's not too many for you."
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She drew herself closer to him as she ran the tip of her tongue along her teeth, then leaned forward to capture his lips with the most gentle little kiss.
"We should name them after important people, you know..." she added as she pulled back only enough to look him in the eyes. "Little girls named.. Rowena, perhaps a little Terrwyn. Boys - Chamberlayne Watson, Jr, of course, and perhaps a little Ralph? An Albus? Hagrid, too? Oh, and I'd be delighted to have a tiny little Gilbert as well."
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"--name one of them Genevieve. Such a lovely name, you know."
He let one of his palms come to rest on her waist as he pushed himself away from the wall, turning them so that she was against it, rather than him. "And we'll name the little tossers anything you'd like."
He was going to die. He was quite sure of it, even as he played along, pressing his body closer to her. Yes, they might have had some kind of physical chemistry, but marrying her? That was just going too far for a game, even for Chamberlayne.
Too bad he was so damn stubborn.
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She pulled him in for another kiss, but made this one quite slow and heated.
And with that done, she slipped out of his grasp and moved to stand behind him, pausing just long enough to give his arse a quick swap with the back of her hand.
"Oh, Cham, careful now, love. You keep that sort of close contact with me and surely it'll just make our chastity harder to keep!"
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But Genie? Genie, despite the fact that she'd not kissed anyone other than him since her husband had died, was an excellent kisser, and when she'd slipped away from him, he turned, leaning against the wall once more with that same smirk on his face.
Well, at least one part of their sham marriage wouldn't be bad.
"So sorry, love. I wouldn't want to break that chastity of ours." As if either one of them were virgins. Really, it was amusing. She was just trying to get to him any way that she thought she could. It was a good thing that Chamberlayne was... well, Chamberlayne. "It'll make our wedding night that much sweeter."
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Her brow furrowed with mock concern as she looked away. Surely it was a cruel thing to bring up, but eh. She didn't really care. Any strike at him was a good and valid strike. She'd take anything she could get, really.
"And yes. Wedding night. Oh, I look forward to it with every bit of my being, you know."
With a dramatic sigh, she pulled a pocket watch from her robes and took a good look at it. Sure, she had hours before she was due to do anything, but he didn't need to do that.
"Oh, blimey. I've got to run, love," she murmured as she slipped the little watch back into her pocket. "Surely we can catch up later, aye?"
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