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[esme_hinde]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer 06' / July 10, 2006 / 10.05 am
Location: Diagon Alley
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Esme

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[cthatcherhale]

"Of all places, bloody Diagon?" Thatcher cooed as he slid up behind her, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he followed her to Honeydukes. "We haven't instilled loyalty for Hogsmeade into you yet? Great pity, that."

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

[cthatcherhale]

"Yes," he replied, nodding solemnly, "Yes, I am." HAAAAHAHAHA! Of course by 'fans', she meant Thatcher. He was the only one, right? "Very optimistic. I believe in the impossible." With every thing she said, he talked right along side her, agreeing and all, until she... WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? His face faultered at the word 'pathetic' and he looked at her, eyes narrowing. "...bint."

And now, they had officially moved to their sparring.

He slipped his arm down just enough to nudge her, and replied, "She's got plenty on you... looks, hips, particks... see, she's actually got those, while you on the other hand..." With that, teeth grasped his bottom lip as he pointedly glanced towards her chest, almost a worrisome look on his face. Point for Thatch!

[esme_hinde]

Esme grinned at his reaction. She did so like to see him caught out like that suddenly when she tossed insults into the conversation. Not at all insulted by being called a bint (it was Thatcher, after all), she was, however, taken aback by his next words.

Mouth open in horror, she had to resist the impulse to look down and check that all her curves were still there! "Thatcher!" she exclaimed in outrage, before she could help herself. Recovering, however, she made a good effort and putting a cool look on her face. "Oh dear, Mr Hale," she smirked, "I shall have to put 'predictable' on your list of traits as well as pathetic. Haven't you even heard that only people who are insecure about their own.. ah, assets," a swift glance to Thatcher's lowere region left no doubt as to exactly what "assets" Esme was talking about "mock other people who are clearly not so lacking." Hah. Take that!

[cthatcherhale]

He positively grinned during her momentary lack of control. Oh, that was brilliant. He loved catching people off-guard, especially when it was done in revenge in the first place! Oh yes, she started it, she absolutely and completely did!

"...or," he replied, tugging her a bit closer in their walking as he let his voice drop low and 'seductive', "perhaps those of us that are blessed with brilliant assets have seen enough assets to know good ones when they see them." His statement ended in a wink and, quite slyly, another glance down. "...I believe that would perfectly describe out situation, sparrow."

Possibly the first time that their horrid teasing and mocking actually was directly related to reproductive organs.

[esme_hinde]

Raising her eyebrow when he tugged her closer, Esme's lips curved reluctantly into a smile at his words. What a charmer! Esme, of course, would be affronted at the suggestion that she started the teasing. She would never initiate such a vulgar conversation with anyone... although if there was an exception to the rule it would definitely be Thatcher.

"So..." she drawled, "you're basically calling yourself a man-whore?" She grinned at him. "Well, I don't know whether to it would be more insulting to you to say that I agree or to say that that would never happen!" Laughing both at him and at her own confused reply, she gave a little skip next to him. "Oh puppy, puppy, I think I am definitely winning today!"