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the adventurous nicodemo a. penrose ([info]otets) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-06-12 20:39:00


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Entry tags:amery wilkes, lydia proudfoot

[LYDIA]
Amery raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe he had to go out of his way, clear an already busy schedule and postpone a rare social event he wanted to go to in order to pick up a package from Fenrir Greyback. This was ridiculous. There were tens of other people whose duties would actually include this. But it was "easiest" for him, so he went. Honestly, the people he'd need to see about this would get a couple of snapped fingers if he had much say (or action) in the matter.

"What you don't seem to understand, Mr. Greyback, is that I am exceedingly busy, and it would really behoove you to hurry," Amery called after a retreating figure in a bored tone. He'd give it a few minutes before taking necessary action to really speed up the process.



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[info]maneater
2008-06-13 07:37 pm UTC (link)
Lydia didn't much like to waste time. She liked drugs, men, and modeling -- there was nothing secretive about her. She merely arched her brow when he leaned against the wall and insulted Fenrir.

"No, I suppose you haven't. I also can't say that I care much about your opinion, Mr. Wilkes." She glanced up to see Fenrir approaching the table again, looking distinctly grouchy. The woman nodded to the approaching figure.

"And I would suppose this means you're leaving. Do us both a favor and don't leave anything silly behind like a toe or a finger, if you please."

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[info]otets
2008-06-13 07:44 pm UTC (link)
"You may not care for my opinion," he said, drumming his fingers on the wall before stepping away and watching Fenrir like a hawk. "But you can't deny it's right."

Plucking the package delicately from Fenrir's outstretched hand, he nodded curtly to them both. "Next time, Mr. Greyback, I suggest you keep packages of this important on your person at all times, or there won't be need for your services later."

He turned to Lydia with a sarcastic wave. "And Ms. Proudfoot, it's been an absolute delight."

With that, he turned on his foot and made his way out of the dark, dingy pub.

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