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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer 06' / July 10, 2006 / 10.05 am
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Esme
( Let me entertain you! )
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Esme
( Let me entertain you! )
Not that he had anything against the fine workers on Diagon Alley or anything. It's just that any galleon spent here didn't go to his mates and colleagues back in the Scottish village! Surely the Floo to Hogsmeade wasn't that much longer for Esme!
Though, the best question now would have been 'If you're that fond of it, why the bloody hell are you here as he obviously wasn't shopping about in Hogsmeade either. Hopefully she'd not notice that ( ... )
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Esme couldn't help but smile as she recognised a certain Thatcher's voice behind her. She carried on regardless into the shop and only when she reached the colourful interior did she turn and poked him in the ribs with a candy cane that was flashing in neon colours. "Oh, and so what's your excuse to be caught lounging aroud suspiciously in Diagon Alley, you old fraud?" He had so let himself in for this one.
She turned away to hide a giggle at his last sentence. Broken heart, her foot - but it wouldn't do to let him know that she found him amusing now! "Oh, I don't know how you'll survive without me!" she teased, "You are looking a bit peaky..." Placing a mock-concerned look on her face, she placed a hand against his forehead as if to take his temperature. "Any withdrawal symptoms?"
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"Lets not change the subject from the matter at hand," came Thatcher's cheeky reply, grinning sinfully as he grabbed her candy cane and used it as if he was attempting to reel her in. "Perhaps I just knew you'd never visit me in Hogsmeade, so I set out to run into you here? After all we've been through, Esme, and you can't even swing by the pub to tell me to sod off!"
Well, bless the saints themselves for her thinking to not let him know that he amused her! Last thing he needed was more fodder for the flames, right? The second he figured out that she enjoyed him was the second he devoted his life to said enjoyment. Very dangerous stuff there.
At her comment and touch, he put on a huge frown (complete with a set of puppy dog eyes and pitifully wrinkled forehead) as he reached up to slide her hand down to his jaw. "Surviving without you has been hard, sparrow," he admitted, even faking a little trembling lip there. "So many symptoms of withdraw, ( ... )
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For all her good intentions, however, Esme was nearly - but so nearly! - taken in by Thatch's pitiful puppy-dog eyes and trembling lip. Her soft heart gave a pang and for a moment she was taken in... and then she took in what he was actually saying. Her expression changed to one of exaggerated outrage and she gave him a little push. "You wretch!" she laughed, "You're the biggest old fraud I know." Laughing at herself for so nearly being taken in by his little tricks, she responded happily. "Well, in that case I am heartily glad to see you!"
Pausing to let this artful sentence sink in she turned away, but then threw in a little comment over her shoulder. "It's obvious that you need me to deflate that head of yours again, you cheeky sod!"
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...well, not so much the last part. He'd not be able to keep a good room mate if he had that sort of behaviour, but still. Like a puppy.
OH, how Thatcher delighted in her taking the bait! Poor, poor apparently gullible Esme. Had he known it was that easy, he wouldn't have thrown in the cheeky comments. Unfortunately, Thatcher's style involved warming girls up to the point that their emotions rose just to let them down hard in the end. Poor Esme. He laughed and brought arms up to shield himself at her reaction. "Abuse! Abuse!! She makes me hate myself and beats me in the interim!" His grin just spread more and more as she caught her own laugh.
"Yes yes, I'd be floating off to space without you here to deflate it," he replied, still grinning as he slipped his hand around her elbow and reeled her back in. "And how you deflate it so skillfully, sparrow, I'm ( ... )
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But of course Thatcher's mind frame was correct. No puppies were frightened of cats, it was just... well, it was against the very course set by Mother Nature herself! Cats were meant to be below dogs and dogs, the big and powerful brutes that they were, were meant to torture them and chase them down allies. Thatcher? He was excellent at getting pretty tabbies into said dark allies.
"Oh, subject of my inflated ego too much for you?" he asked, brow lifting in curiousity. "What shall we talk of then... yours." With that, Thatcher smirked and popped his collar thusly. "Now that, love, is a subject that'll be sure to lead us straight to the couch. To sleep. And not 'sleep' in the way I'd prefer, so I'd suggest that we not even go there ( ... )
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"Of course it's optional!" she replied teasingly. "Everyone knows that only the very densest people choose not too, though. Being considered mature has so many advantages." She stopped for a while and appeared lost in thought. "I'm trying to think of an example of these advantages which would appeal to you... OH! Okay, so think about girls. So really, just be your normal self." She laughed at this and pinched his cheek playfully. "Girls like guys that can be mature every so often. It's a well-known fact." She turned and arched an eyebrow at him. "What is your clever answer to that, Mr Hale?"
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Flying motorbike. Too cool.
"If girls like guys that can mature every now and then," he replied, giving her a once-over as he spoke, "then what, women prefer men that aren't? There has to be some opposite to consider here, love, and if I've pegged the right one, then I can at least rest assured that you, particularly, wouldn't need me acting grown up at all!" Ahh, a compliment, yeah? With that, he grinned.
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She shook her head and him, laughing. "Oh no, no. The opposite is that boys prefer immature little girls who are willing to pamper their egos! Real women prefer a man with some real maturity." She sighed, a dreamy look stealing into her eyes. "A man who'll remember anniversaires and birthdays. One that will hug you if you look upset rather than insist that it's really sex that's the cure for everything. A guy who doesn't run a mile at the thought of something more long term than a one night stand." She looked over to Thatcher, the mischief returning to her face. "I bet you do at least one of those things, you young pup!"
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Ahhh... he'd miss those days, coordinating the terrific brutal beatings of Puffs, Claws, and Snakes.
His grin returned in full effect as she went on and on about those little things that women loved to have men do for them. "My dear," he replied, patting the hand that she had resting on his arm, "I do all." Amazing thing was the fact that he was being completely honest. Thatcher might have been a scallywag, yes, but he knew how to love. "Never thought we'd see the day when Thatcher Hale would look to be your dream boat, eh?" Wink.
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Esme was a little thrown by the fact that he did actually do those things, but tried to recover herself. This wasn't quite going the way she'd hoped! "But you, my dear, are a flirtacious scoundrel! And that is never a desirable trait." She patted his cheek. "Sorry to disappoint you, but you're less of a dream boat and more of a little fish nipping at my toes." Uhm. That was one of those remarks that Esme regretted as soon as she said them. It had sounded much better in her head.
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Thatcher, obviously, was a Chudley fan.
Well, he was shocked as well! Fancy that, eh? She couldn't nail him on anything when it came to that respect. Thatcher was a terrific boyfriend. He'd do anything for Lexi and hey, not ask for anything in return! Grinning, he held his finger up as he made his point: "Flirtatious, yes, but do I act upon it?" Shaking his head, he answered his own question. "Sure don't, otherwise you'd have found yourself in a compromising position by now." Cue his signature cheeky grin. What she said next even caught him off-guard and he paused in his walking long enough to look at her, eyes wide and grin nearly breaking his face. "Ahh, but at least I'm nipping!"
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"Oh, I know that you don't act on it," she grinned cheekily at him. "I already tested that one, remember?" She chucked as she remembered deciding that she really had to make sure he was good enough for her friend Lexi. She was very fond of Lexi but wasn't convinced of her ability not to go for the bad guys.
Giving a melodramatic sigh and tossing her hair over one shoulder, she agreed with him. "I suppose that if you can resist me, you can resist anyone!" Merlin, she was starting to sound like Thatcher himself! It was rather fun, though. She loved bantering back and forth with him. Trying her best to look down on him, although she was actually a good deal shorter, Esme cocked an eyebrow. "Not just nipping, my ( ... )
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He absolutely laughed, just then remembering that one moment. "Oh yes, took everything I had," he replied with a cheesy grin. "I was, what, holding myself back completely, yeah? I have trouble remembering as I had to fake so much of that." Kidding, of course. Merlin, was Esme all over him that day! It actually took a conscience decision to not do anything that day ( ... )
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