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Post by Amelie Amerique on Jul 27, 2007 11:22:17 GMT -5
Amelie flipped her hair over her shoulder as she looked in the window to Honeydukes sweet shop. Her reflection was pasted upon the gleaming window, her bright hazel eyes glinting gently in the moonlight. It was 11:58pm, and Honeydukes was still open. Amelie knew it would be, partly because the shop keeper was her best friend, but also because she partly owned it.
Stepping through the door, Amelie heard the instant screams of, "Amelie!" Who she knew straight away was her best friend, Carol. "Hey babes!" She said cheerily, pulling her best mate into a hug. "I've come to take over your shift!" Slipping off her jacket, Amelie hung it on a peg to reveal her slender body. On her top half, a tight blue corset, and on her legs, a tight pair of black jeans. On her feet, a pair of black stiletto boots that made her look significantly taller.
After talking to Carol for a while, Amelie was on her own, sitting on the desk. A white bag was beside her, full of lovely sweets. She slipped one between her soft lips and let the taste flood her mouth.
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Post by jd on Jul 29, 2007 8:31:09 GMT -5
Walking from the Three Broomsticks drunk, Blake stumbled into a store that he didn’t know the name of. He would have recognized Honeydukes by the number of sweets on the walls but since he was completely drunk, he couldn’t see very clear. He accidentally ran into a wall full of sweets and fell on the floor. “That must have woken somebody up,” he slurred talking to himself.
Blake closed his eyes and was knocked out for good. Although to be honest, he was having one of his best naps ever if you took out the headache and the bruises. He was dreaming now, dreaming of what it would be like if he could do this for the rest of his life… wait he could do this for the rest of his life but just less often if he wanted to take his father’s place as a Death Eater and serve the Dark Lord.
[sorry it’s so short, I couldn’t really think of what Blake would be doing in Honeydukes.]
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Post by Amelie Amerique on Jul 30, 2007 12:00:55 GMT -5
Amelie sucked the sweet softly in her mouth when she heard the shop door open. She jumped off the counter and slumped behind it, twirling her hair in her fingers. Her sky blue eyes were following the hot guy that had just walked in. As he walked into a wall full of sweets, Amelie held in a very high pitched giggle and ran towards his side and knelt down. "Very clever that, you know, walking into walls.."
Amelie looked at his features carefully and noticed that he wasn't awake. Her first thought was unconscious, but just to make sure, she didn't use any kind of spell on him. Taking both of her delicate hands, Amelie placed them on his side and shook him gently. "Hey... Hey, wake up." She whispered, smiling gently down onto his face.
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Post by jd on Aug 3, 2007 12:22:07 GMT -5
“Very clever that, you know, walking into walls…”
He heard that sentence and a giggle right before he blacked out for a while. In his dream, He stood in the middle of a desert that stretched out for many miles but in the distance he could see a small town. “Probably abandoned,” he said in his dream. Then when he turned around he saw the coolest car ever. It looked like a sports car with extra turbulence. He sat in the car and drove to the city not bothering to put his seat belt on. He heard a police siren and pulled over. When he saw the face of his father…
Blake felt somebody shaking him and him suddenly sat upright hastily. “Where the bloody hell am I?” He asked not seeing the woman next to him. He felt very dizzy and his last memory was walking to Hogsmeade from his house in the Godrics’ Hollow. He turned his head and saw a very hot girl next to him. “Name’s Blake. Blake Vodka.” He said to her.
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Post by Amelie Amerique on Aug 3, 2007 12:46:28 GMT -5
Amelie had a worried look on her face as the guy at her side was mumbling in his sleep. She shrugged it off as he started to come around and continued to look at him with a hushed concern. Her gorgeous blonde hair was dangling down on either side of her shoulders, and her delicate eyes were glinting in the shop light.
When he came round, Amelie smiled and watched him sit up hurriedly. "You're in Honeydukes, Sir. You walked into a shelve of sweets, which is why they're all scattered on the floor. I should fix that.." Sliding her wand out, Amelie flicked it happily and the sweets instantly rearranged themselves back to where they belonged. "Nice to meet you, Blake. I'm Amelie. Pleasure." Amelie stood up and held out her hand to help Blake up.
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Post by jd on Aug 3, 2007 18:54:38 GMT -5
“Honeydukes? Why the hell am I in here?” Blake said to himself quietly. When Amelie said that he ran into a wall full of streets he first said “Sorry ‘bout that,” and then he thought I must have been really drunk. He forced a smile since he wasn’t sure what else to do.
“Nice to meet you too,” Blake took her hand and stood up still very dizzy. He sat down in one of the wooden chairs near the mess he made. He had got to stop getting drunk every other night, walking into a random place and breaking something.
((Sorry if it’s a bit short))
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Post by Amelie Amerique on Aug 7, 2007 14:28:53 GMT -5
Amelie chuckled and folded her arms politely. "Well, Blake, you've either come here for some sweets, or you merely feel alone and want some company off someone. Either way I'm glad you're here." She smiled sweetly and pulled herself up onto the counter, and posed in a seductive way. "So, what can I do for you today? Oh and drinking, sir, is very bad for you. Shouldn't do it. Free advice for ya."
Amelie slipped in a wink at the end of her sentence and flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. Glancing around the shop, she placed another sweet in her mouth. ((Sorry for shortness!!))
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