We are Y O U N G {Sire}

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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There were only so many times a grown man could play cat and mouse, even a grown man such as Emerson Avery who more often than not preferred the thrill of the chase and the power it gave him to feel such a sway over the opposite sex. At the moment however, he was simply tired of the situation he had found himself in. The my-mind-loves-to-jump-to-conclusions-and-scare-the-shit-out-of-me situation where he had flown off the handle simply because his.. ex/on/off girlfriend had taken to being sick every morning for a week or so. Of course there was no baby -thank Merlin- and he was free to live the rest of his days in blissful ignorance that the consequences of unprotected sex would never catch up with him.

It was for these jumbled reasons that he found himself walking down the darkened Alleyway as the booming chimes of Big Ben sounded out behind him, a constant reminder of the City you were immersed in. With a smile on his face that could mean only on thing: he intended to find a cosy little spot that would allow him copious amounts of alcohol and the much welcome company of the fairer sex, he turned down a side street that would leave him to a less desirably branch of Diagon Alley. Of course he would keep his presence far from the once familiar sights of Knockturn, such little excursions were no longer available to a man such as himself, the uproar that would create: England's star chaser found visiting notorious dark artifacts distributors and dabbling with undesirables, he could just see how well that would go down with his boss.

Instead he had chosen a small lesser used public house that sat squat and unwelcoming a few minutes walk from Gringotts. Though its reputation was hardly squeaky clean he could be sure that any repercussions caused by this evening would have more to do with his behavior than the setting.

Inside the light was dim, of course it was, pubs nowadays seemed to think they needed to match the growing unease in the world and bathe their properties in eerie gloom that niggled at any positive emotion you entered with. Thankfully there was little to spoil the 22 year olds mood that night, he had no match or practice tomorrow, he had nothing to tie him down and well, he had a pocket full of hard earned cash, it would take more than a few stunted lights to bring him down. Though the sight of the hard faced woman behind the bar did zap some of the enthusiasm from the smile, none the less he approached and flashed her a million galleon smile, ordered his drink with a smooth polite tone and a nod of his head.

It took only a few moments for his glass of dark honey coloured liquid to be set before him, and with a quick flourish of appreciation he snatched it up and downed it in one, setting it down expectantly immediately after, another grin stretching his sculptured lips as the way the old woman eyed him when he requested: One firewhiskey please.

[SIRE BLOOD II]

It had been a difficult day so far, her mother and father had returned from merlin knows where and obviously expected Sire to fuck off for the day.
The vibe she felt from her father made her sick to the stomach so from that she decided to literally make herself sick by drinking excessively unaccompanied.
Sat silently at the sticky surfaced table top, picking the glass up and pressing it to her lips, she swallowed the contents of her second fire whiskey, she wasn't one of those lightweights, it took her time as she had grown older and obviously begun to drink much more.

Her eyes moved sharply toward the door as it flung open, her pale skin gleamed in the candle light, her eyes laced with mascara although the blue jumped out from behind the black.
Sire's lips rosey red and pursed as she watched the latest addition to the pub, and to her delight a small smirk formed as she realised it was a rather famous quidditch player and a handsome one at that.

Although she'd never been interested in the sport herself, she was interested in the males that played the game and it seemed that the England team were quite fortunate in their team players looks.
Using the table as her aid to stand, she caught her reflection in a mirror, her black hair curled and trailed down past her shoulders - her faced caked in make up, but she knew it made her look quite presentable.

Sire was quite a confident witch, some would say perhaps too confident, but it meant she did well in her endeavors and all the men that she wanted.
Sex to her wasn't something special to her, like some pathetic twats who wanted to make the occasion special and sweet -
sex was a pleasurable sport to her...to catch the man and sleep with them - she mostly always won if not then that would be an incredible pain for that certain male.

As a cold, sadistic bitch - Sire knew her chances of having a some what loving relationship were not looking so great.
But this rarely bothered her, she was after all a heartless cow!
Walking slowly over toward the bar, her high heels clicked on the floor, reaching her destination she slowly put her manicured nails on the top - she wasn't a fan of jewelery so tried not to wear it that often, only one piece she wore constantly and that was her green emerald ring that had a snake slithering around it, past down in her family.

Now standing next to the rather good looking man, she recognised him, obviously he was a ex-student of Hogwarts.
Turning her head she glanced at him and then back to the woman behind the bar - "The same for me!" She ordered, her tone was icy cold as usual.

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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Surely the portly, frog faced woman had encountered many other customers this day, yet the fact that this man had the gaul to take up so much of her time in quick succession had her looking like she'd just swallowed an excessively large hair ball. Though he didn't really mind, it just served to tickle his amusement and he allowed a rolling chuckle to slip from his lips, doubting that such a charming and pleasing sound would have any effect on her. Now, my dear woman.

[/b] he added, his tone taking on a final tone though his words were nothing but pleasant.

Just as she turned to fulfill his request, a look of deepest annoyance on her over sized features, she was caught by the words of an intriguing woman that had stepped up beside him. As she rested her slender fingers upon the grubby service and barked out her order he switched his eyes from the barmaid to the dark eyes of his momentary companion, much preferring the view he was gifted with. The glance she gave him was easily returned and he allowed himself the quick action of examination as he swept up over her body, appreciating the slender curves and the soft mounds of her form. Demanding his attention rudely, the two glasses of liquid were slammed down violently on the wooden top, followed by an expectant look of distaste from the delightful hostess.

Flashing a grin that turned the woman slightly green, he dug in the deep space of his pocket before withdrawing a few heavy golden coins and dropping them haphazardly for the quick grubby fingers to snatch up. It was evident there was enough money to pay for both his and the woman's drink, but he did not bother with any cheesy 'let me get you this' or 'allow me to pay for your drink' and instead turned to face her nonchalantly, hoping faintly that she wasn't one of those females that would rather hex you than accept a free drink.

Feminists were really a pain after all.

Raising the full tumbler to his lips he took a mouthful and caused half of the dark contents to disappear in moments, a habit of his when it came to his favourite passion, why waste time on weak drinks that had little effects? He had no love of nursing a pint throughout the day, it seemed rather pathetic to him if he thought about it.

Pushing past his musings he gave a slight nod to the engaging brunette, fighting to place her in his memory bank. Of course she would be a fellow Hogwarts alumni, and from the look of the intriguing serpent wrapping around her finger he would place many a bet on the fact that she was a fellow ex Slytherin. With a slow drawl he decided to break the silence It's always nice to see I am not the only one who enjoys the prospect of one too many drinks without suitable company, of course he had always known he would find company. [/size][/blockquote][/center]

[SIRE BLOOD II]

Sire could feel the young mans eyes on her, a small smirk stood on her lips, it wasn't hard to seduce a man as long as you threw the prospect of sex on the table they were game no matter what you did.
To her advantage she wasn't a bad looking girl, so therefore had a better chance than many others, and of course she always took that advantage.

Watching as the man placed enough money down to pay for her drink as well, it was amazing what a girl got when she fluttered her eyelashes.
Picking the drink up, she turned her torso to face the man and looked him straight in the eyes, and began to sip at her fire whiskey, before again she swallowed it gracefully.
Licking her lips slowly, to try and get this man heated under the collar.

Teasing the rim of her glass with her middle finger, her eyes didn't break from his gaze.
"Well, I find now days it's hard to find good company around these parts - but it looks as though tonight, that my conclusion is wrong.

[/color]" She winked at him and the turned back to the bar.
"Excuse me! Vile old woman...another two![/color]" Of course the look she got from this woman were far from pleasant, it wasn't Sire's fault that the woman had to feel so jealous when in the presence of such superior persons.

The slam of their fire whiskeys almost broke the glass, but luckily for the barmaid they remained unbroken a did her neck - for now.
"Your name escapes me...English quidditch player, but I haven't a clue what your name is?[/color]" Her tone changing, she began to sound much more flirtatious around this handsome young man, perhaps she was in for a good evening after all.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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Things like this were just so simple. Enter a place of ill dispute. Find a girl that interests you without you forcing a gag between her rosebud lips and make contact. Really, how were there men out there that had a problem with dating, it was so easy. Though he had to admit he had lucked out slightly in the aesthetics department, then again, even if he had looked like he had been hit in the face by a rouge bludger he suspected girls would still flock to him as a result of his profession, he'd seen it happen, and it wasn't pretty.

Watching the curl of her lips extend into a smile, he raised his glass once more, pouring the remainder of the dark liquid into his mouth and ignoring the biting sensation of alcohol as it assaulted the tender surface of his throat. With a small nod at her and a grin already spreading his own sculptured lips he set it down onto the bar with a slight bang, echoing the actions of the bar maid in a way that would not earn him any favor in those piggy little eyes.

The woman had already earned points from her, she had graciously excepted his drink without a word and was already drinking it eagerly, one of the things he admired in a girl.. greatly. As she turned towards him fully he met her eyes, holding them easily as she employed all the fabled and effective techniques of seduction. He didn't mind when girls turned the tables, in fact it was a breath of fresh air, though he rarely did the same and played hard to get, what was the point, if they both knew what they wanted, why deny it? Of course her little gestures worked, lust was already more than hinted behind those dark grey eyes of his.

Well I do always love to be the one to prove such depressing ideas wrong with another flash of that smile that had won him so many fans around the world he stepped towards her slightly, rounded the seat that had separated them previously in a way that few would see has simply friendly. He wasn't closing the distance to allow for better communication.

As she snapped at the woman again he glanced towards her to watch the results, and as always, she didn't fail to amuse. The sound of the glasses this time was enough to catch the attention of the rest of the bars patrons, and as he brought the new glass to his lips he flashed a small wink at the petite brunette beauty who had wandered so welcomely into his life. When she pointed out that she recognized him he brushed past it, it wasn't such an amazing thing as many thought, to be known by all, so he simply answered her question and held out his large hand.

Emerson Avery, at your service at the cliche line he almost laughed but instead fixed another charming smile on his face as he nodded towards her, his hand still out for her to take. And who might you be? I see it fair that you don't leave me in the dark too long.

[SIRE BLOOD II]

Her fourth fire whiskey was as she expected slammed on bar top, obviously this woman was becoming highly irritated by the two, but for Sire it was rather amusing to see such a woman get so easily aggravated.

Picking her glass up and again pressing it to her lips, downing the next whiskey - the name was most appropriate she thought as the burning sensation traveled down her throat - her eyes caught on him as he revealed his name, she didn't recognise it - but then again she didn't always have much time to sit down and watch quidditch and learn the teams names and anyway she'd rather find out this way - alone with him.

His hand hovering in mid air obviously awaiting for her own to greet it, she pushed his hand into his body as to reject it and then slowly moved closer into his space and kissed him gently on his cheek.
A bit of teasing never did any harm.
Moving back to her original space she did not send a smile this time, just simply looked him in the eyes -
"At my service ey? I might hold you to that!

[/color]" Her eyes enlarged as she tossed a cheeky smile her way.

It was obvious that her purpose for the evening was to win over this rugged young fellow, which she was in no doubt could easily be done - there was an obvious physical attraction between the two.
"My name is Sire Blood - I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to get to know you.[/color]" Her sly euphemism slipped in quite well, all the while they had been conversing they had been eagerly eying up the other.

Eye contact was most important in any conversation, it gave away any sense of apprehension or dislike - eyes were the windows to the soul they say - of course Sire wasn't really into any of that shit.
Her views were straight forward - Pure bloods were worthy and all others filth and obviously all mudbloods should be put to death - hence the fact she was a death, but Emerson didn't need to know that.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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Following suit he brought the next glass to his lips and threw it back in one. Maybe he should have slowed down, but then again if he were to slow down he wouldn't have been Emerson Avery and that would simply have been no fun. So as it were he matched the actions of the slender brunette and dived head first into the waiting prospect of intoxication, a release that was always welcome, then again, releases always were. He could feel those piggy little eyes on him, but his attention had been caught by someone altogether more interesting. Teasing the old woman had been fun at first, but now he would much rather have invested his time on the woman that still stood by his side, gladly still standing despite her petite size and the amount of alcohol she had just necked. It was a gift he admired greatly.

As his hand was pushed away, the egomaniac inside him urged him to frown, but the alcohol and the intrigue only served to raise the careful arch of his eyebrows up towards his hair line as he regarded her inquiringly. Admittedly he hadn't known what was coming, but he had predicted something to make up for such a slight, and he was not disappointed. As her lips placed a soft kiss on his cheek he couldn't help but smirk, of course he was not under the illusion that it was his extreme charm that had gained it, it was more likely his appearance, the alcohol and her hormones, but it didn't mean he couldn't still feel rather chuffed that with little effort he had snagged himself a drinking partner for the evening, and no doubt more.

At her words he let out a laugh, his eyes watching as she stepped back away from him once more. With a tilt to his head he matched her smile and added a Then by all means hold it against me oh how delightfully cliche of him.

Moving on he began to mourn the lack of his drink and contemplated buying something slightly more substantial next time, but it would mean the alcohol level was severely diminished and he wasn't happy about that. When she spoke again he couldn't help but let out a rolling chuckle at her name, it was unusual to say the least. I'm sure the pleasure will be all mine love he almost drawled, in a good imitation of the big headed Slytherin he had once been.

He hadn't missed the innuendo and it hadn't failed to lighten his mood, her body language and the alcohol were enough to ignite more than just his mind. Of course crude language had always been beneath him, he was an Avery after all, his name was to be held up above many others, but who didn't enjoy a few sexual hints every now and again?

[SIRE BLOOD II]

Sire held her gaze, as she watched him - he seemed to find her name slightly amusing and she didn't blame him, her name had always been a talking point when she had revealed it. But her parents had been adamant that she would be given an unusual name but that was when they thought she'd be a boy, so when she came out a female they couldn't be bothered to think up a name so simply named her after her mother.
That was how much she was loved, they didn't even take time to decide what she would be called for the rest of her life, so they gave her a family name - of course Sire had shortened it, after realising that Chansire had sounded so nice and jolly and she was far from that.

Smiling gently, she knew where this evening would end, and she knew that it would not involve any clothes, which suited her to a tee.
"So when are you next on the pitch Emerson?" She asked, trying to make normal conversation for a few minutes, it was polite after all, she didn't want to be just a flirty attractive girl, she wanted to be more than that - someone he could hold a conversation with.

Obviously he would be interested in what she did for a living, and she had made up a convincing lie that she worked for the ministry as an unspeakable, which pure genius as then they didn't ask anymore questions about her work as the title gave it away.
The next hurdle when bedding a man was her dark mark, which often stuck out when she was naked, but a simple charm sorted that problem out, her dark mark would be covered in what looked like skin but was simply an invisible charm, it was a brilliant spell.

Turning her head to look at the hagged woman..." Two butter beers and today would be nice!

[/color]" Sire could never just ask for something she had to be rude in the process, but she couldn't help herself.
Within minutes two butter beers were again slammed in front of the two, a smile lifted on her lips and her fingers crawled around the glass as she picked it up and took a sip from it.
It was better to pace herself now, she didn't want to be a drunken state around him - she was a lade after all.

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[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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She was an unusual little being he had to admit that as much, everything seemed slightly different about her from what he was used to. The name had been just the beginning, Emerson as a pureblood little Prince had rarely associated with people who's name weren't Malfoy, Riddle or Lestrange as a child, and even now they remained his closest friends, not to mention Miss Flint. A Blood would be all together new and interesting for him, just another reason for him to not slam his drink town and turn his heels on her. Though they both know another very large reason was the way she was looking at him, it was strange to feel like the prey for once, and the prey of an extremely attractive brunette witch was a novelty he was all too ready to take advantage of.

So Sire would be his company for tonight. How delightful. Returning her smile pleasantly he noted the look in her eyes, once more intrigued at the way she regarded him. Many women had attempted to get in his 'pants' so to speak, some for fame, some for a genuine relationship, the latter had been sorely disappointed, but he had rarely been a 'booty call,' it was always the other way around. Turning back to the conversation he mulled over her question Next wednesday we are due to clash with Romania the match would be a good one at least, the country always knew how to test his own with their skills and it had been a long time since he had visited the curious place. The far off date of the game meant he had a few days to relax, to hide from his rigorous duties and training and drop off the radar of the world, not that that was really possible for someone like him, there always seemed to be someone hiding in the shadows to pounce on him hoping for a story or an exclusive or simply a chat. The autographs were the worst of course, who wanted to sign a moving image of your own face? Especially someone as arrogant as he who thought it marred his pretty little features. Deciding he had lapsed out of the conversation for too long he continued in an amused tone, Though you don't strike me as a girl that follows such a thing.

Ever the polite gentleman he turned the subject onto her and started with an enquiring look and a nod of his head How about you? What do you do to wile away the hours and earn your pocket money? he finished with a grin and a wink at his choice of words. Hardly typical.

Following her line of sight he was rewarded once more by his vision being directed towards the bar woman. As the alcohol in his system increased he felt a stronger and stronger urge to grimace every time this happened, but so far he managed to restrain himself. With a request that held slightly less charm than his own had he watched the woman order them drinks, something lighter was perhaps a good idea, though he hadn't had butter beer for a long time, the drink was banned during the season usually, it left you sluggish more often than now. One wouldn't hurt though.

Snatching it up with a gracious smile and a half bow at the delightful woman who now looked like she wanted to behead the pair of them, Emerson brought the dusty bottle to his mouth, continuing the stream of alcohol that was being poured into his system currently.

[SIRE BLOOD II]

He was an attractive man, and her heart jumped slightly when they caught each others gaze, but she didn't feel like a school girl around him, sure she had a heart and had feelings - but she was a cold creature and only really used her sweet smile when she wanted something, and he was something she wanted.
The thought of having his soft lips pressed against hers and his hands caressing her gently, made her tingle all over, but to get to that point harsh words and insults were not needed.
It was like a challenge to Sire, to try and be slightly sweet and keep her sarcasm down...thankfully he was a slytherin so he wasn't completely sweet as sugar.

She nodded her head as he explained when his next match was, it flew over her head as she examined his face further, his chiseled looks danced in front of her as he spoke.
But she was caught out, he was clever as well as good looking.
"I'm not really into quidditch, no! But it's interesting to hear about it from someone who knows the stuff." She smiled, it was partly true, the worst thing to listen to was a quidditch fan go on about the ins and outs of a match, when they knew nothing her opinion.
The player was the only one who really knew the whole outlook of the game, but other than that it really didn't interest her.

The question she had been waiting for had come up...what did she do for a living?
This was when her true self shone, as she had to lie to him, there was no way on earth she'd admit to him who she really was - a death eater.
Although he was a slytherin and most likely a pure blood, you had to be careful who you spoke to these days, Rowan had people planted in certain areas, ready to lend a listening ear, waiting patiently for someone to slip up and reveal who they really were.

Of course, Sire wasn't stupid and had thought up a lie for any one who asked, whether they were truly interested or one of Rowan's.
"I work at the ministry! As an unspeakable - so that's the end of that

[/color]" she laughed and picked her bottle up and took a swig of it.
Sire gazed at him as they stood together, there was a possibility that they could become a compatible couple, but Sire wasn't exactly girlfriend material, she had mental issues - she enjoyed murdering and was very sadistic...not exactly meant to be the girlfriend of a famous guy.

But never say never...that was one of Sire's motto's, he was very good looking that would help, but Emerson didn't seem the sort of guy that had long-term relationships, he seemed as though he was the sort, to fuck you and then leave, rather than court with you and having a loving relationship.
Perhaps, he would learn his lesson from never using precautions, but for now - they were having a bit of fun!

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[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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After such a long time out of school it was rare for a girl to move Emerson in any other way than one that was directly linked to hormones, and though he did not find himself slipping into an immediate state of infatuation he doubted it would bother either of them, Sire for one did not look like she'd appreciate a simpering man falling at her feet. However, the woman beside him seemed everything that was perfect in this present situation, she was witty, passionate and, most importantly eager for him, but to extend the relationship beyond this night? Well he had a feeling it would play hell with not only his head but his life in general, though a little interest in his life might be welcome, and chasing after this girl seemed like it would be fun at least. Nevertheless he returned the angelic smile she flashed him, even enjoyed it, though he did not believe it for a second. Through his explanation of his work schedule he caught the impression that she was attempting small talk that she was not used to, and he smirked slightly again, admiring the fierce will she had to gain what she wanted. Attractive or not, if someone was discussing something dull he would not hesitate to point the fact out. When she admitted it however, his estimation of he rose even futher and he felt the smirk spread. Well I have to admit I've rarely heard it was interesting, but I'm not one to argue with a short chuckle he tipped a mouthful of creamy butter beer into his open mouth, and swallowed it quickly, glad for the slightly less harsh taste the golden liquid gave.

Emerson wasn't exactly not used to girls fawning over his stories of games, gasping in shock as he described the details of bludger incidents and near miss goals, and never did he suspect a sound that left their luscious lips was genuine, so as this girl at least admitted her lack of interest in the game he found his attention well and truly caught. A few well traded remarks about the sport was all he was interested in anyway, but he had often gone on a tangent, describing every little move of his body to a girl, simply to see how long they could feign interest over it all. Usually if they lasted the length of the game, he would be already rising from his seat, not prepared to waste his time on such a fame chasing bimbo.

As he waited for his own question to be answered he took another swig, allowing the brown bottle to hide her face only for a moment before he dropped it back down on the sticky bar with an audible bang, slightly louder than he had intended. Though he did wonder slightly over the time it took her to answer his mind jumped to no silly conclusions and he was content to wait for her sweet voice to grace his ears once more. When it finally happened her felt his eyes hitch towards the line of his hair line A ministry girl ey? I'd never have guessed, listening to her laugh he felt an amused smile curl her lips, obviously she wasn't fond of the subject of her job, and maybe not her job at all, so being the gentleman he was, he would step away from the subject. The Ministry had never really interested him as a job anyway, though many of his old school friends had joined its ranks.

Meeting her eyes, he found himself content to lapse into a short silence in which he allowed his eyes to flick over her. It really was a shame that he didn't exactly get the romantic vibe from her, she was the first girl he had met in along while that hadn't thrown herself at his feet either because of his name or his job, and a personality definitely flickered behind those dark eyes.

[SIRE BLOOD II]

What an odd remark, he - a famous quidditch player had never heard someone tell him his own sport that he was so amazing at was good, but her expression didn't give her rather distasteful look away, she kept her gaze firmly on him, she liked playing games, this one she had decided was to see who could keep the contact for the longest, but to her most things were a game.

Being a death eater was a game, finding people and killing them, it was all fun and games to her, too see someone dying in front of her was like a trophy, there last expression always seemed to amuse her as they tried to whimper for help, it only made her more pleased with herself, obviously the best was when they begged for the death, then she felt slightly cheated of her win, as they had wanted it - but she still counted it as another victory. If she had a cabinet big enough she would store her trophies inside, but they were merely mortals which she obliterated before she left any scene, she had killed many in her short life and mostly she had done it for the thrill.

But this man stood in front of her knew nothing of that and she felt slightly smug about that fact, because he was stood in front of a dark witch and he knew nothing of that fact, it was funny, but no laugh escaped her tightly shut lips.
He seemed to question her, was it that obvious that she didn't really work at the ministry, god she had to work on her ability to lie, she'd have to work on that for sure.

"Looks can be very deceiving Emerson!

[/color]" A smirk crept over her lips as she looked at him, of course she had no problem in telling him she was a death eater, but she wasn't stupid, he could be anyone and she wasn't going to take that chance she didn't want to end up dead, not right now and not to him - she wanted a more bloody death then just a simple killing curse, and from someone of more power, not just a famous quidditch. Many would say it was strange for a girl of her to think about her death so much, but she was a death eater after all, it was all she ever thought about and she had it planned well.

Sire wondered whether a girl had ever gone after him for just who he was, or if they just simply wanted him because of what he did, to try and get in the papers or perhaps have him for the money. Nothing like that ever struck Sire as important, she had enough money for herself and didn't need anyone to provide for her, and she hated things like media attention, who wanted a fucking camera in your face, day and night - she'd personally rip anyones throat out that tried to take her photo unannounced, perhaps she would be the perfect girlfriend for him, scaring away anyone that got close to him.

"It would fuck me off, having people follow me everywhere, just to get that one picture...I'd want to punch their face in, personally!" The words slipped out her mouth so casually, and yet it looked so wrong coming from such a petite and girly look woman, she was certainly darker than her looks gave on, and Emerson would slowly find that out as the evening proceeded, she now didn't mind whether she scared him off that was her whole nature really.

Her eyes still caught on his as she played her own little game in her own little mind, she was far from like any girl he would of ever come across before, she wasn't worried about what he thought of her, or whether he would get with her - maybe she was breath of fresh air for him, she hoped not.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[EMERSON HUNTER AVERY]

YOU BETTER GO AND GET YOUR ARMOR.
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Meeting her eyes he kept his mouth shut for a while wondering if something he had said had caught her wrong as she smoothed over their previous subject and instead seemed to be staring at him with a gaze that should be slightly unnerving. As it was he returned it easily, moving the glass to his lips freely while he played along obediently. For once in his life content to take a back seat in the proceedings and watch the way this night was taking them, though admittedly most importantly; him. Trying not to bother himself with the strange hint in her eyes that signaled her disappearance into some memory or fantasy he entertained himself with the simple act of drinking; raising the bottle, swallowing and setting it down before repeating in a very monotonous but constantly pleasing way.

As her retort to his words were made he mused for a moment, maybe it was his old impression that many ministry workers were stuffy old men that smelt strangely of tea and moudly biscuits that had lead him to find her job amusing, it was nothing more deeply routed than misconception of course and a memory forced into him as a child, for his housemate Meissa Riddle occupied the job of Junior Undersecretary and if that was possible, well, anything was. Deciding it was time for him to voice his thoughts once more he tilted his head towards her slightly Well evidently I'd have to agree with you Miss Blood

[/b] at the end of his words he couldn't help the smile that slipped onto his lips and became evident, the more her name rang from his lips the more he enjoyed the way it felt. Of course he couldn't imagine repeating it in many peoples companies, but the novelty was enough to keep him amused for the moment.

Matching her own facial expression was easy, though he had the feeling the smirk that curled her own plush lips had something more in depth at its core than his own feelings of arrogance and lust. When the conversation struck up again he found it a subject he was much more comfortable with, Believe me, it's much worse than anything you could imagine, most people's lives are embarrassing enough let alone when it's splashed across the front of some rag there was a bitterness in his voice that made it plain that many a moment had been more than just harmless fun. He didn't mind when he was photographer being drunk or trying to fight off women, but some moments were private, and should remain that way.

At her expression of anger he let out another short barking laugh and almost shook his head in a slightly affectionate way. Though he refrained the action took him a back for a moment until he recovered. With the company he had kept in his life it did not surprise him too much that a girl like this was capable of such bursts of anger, but he did find it an interesting, and strangely enough, endearing quality in her. Oh don't worry, I tried that, all I got was into a lot of trouble and an extra picture in the paper beside their story of 'assault' with a scoff he took another mouthful of beer, trying not to let the old story flare up his anger.
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