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The Curse of Curves || DEXTER Feb 10, 2013 9:46:48 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Feb 10, 2013 9:46:48 GMT -8

Walking down the streets of Hogsmead, Raven Monroe stood out like a sore thumb. Unnervingly confident, her red hair was curled slightly and always seemed to be flawless, even when she had put no effort into it like she had this morning. She was wearing a white suit jacket with her shirt unbuttoned a bit too far and a pair of matching slacks. On her feet were a casual pair of dark red flats - the color of sexuality, the color of desire. The very color that Raven seemed to emit herself as she walked at a bit of a brisker pace. She was a woman on a mission this morning; a mission to acquire a few books that had caught her interest lately. Namely Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. It had caught her interest the other night in the tub with Lucius and since then, she hadn’t been able to get it out of her mind. Rave’s eyes caught the sight of a tiny bookshop on the corner of the block and she immediately headed in that direction, right as a gentle down-pour of rain began.

She threw open the door right as it began to pick up, scattering the shoulders of her white suit with rain-drops. Raven pressed her back against the door of the bookshop closing it behind her, her eyes scanning the shelves that were before her. Merlin, she hated places like these. They smelled like musky old-people and stale whiskey as if they hadn’t been cared for in years. Did book-shop owners actually think that the stink of musk attracted customers? They had a few things to learn about the art of selling something to others. They were a breeding ground for overpriced and overrated literature. Just the same, she looked over at the owner and found herself incredibly surprised. Instead of the old and rotting gentleman that used to own Tomes and Scrolls, there was now a young boy with dark hair and pale blue eyes. He was attractive to say the least and she quietly reminded herself that she had seduced younger. ‘Perfect,’ She reminded herself with a smile that was probably a bit too large.

For a woman that had just been dumped by her boyfriend the night before, Raven seemed relatively unfazed by the whole thing. She assumed that it had something to do with the fact that she just....couldn’t bring herself to care about other people. She had adored Bryant, for what he was worth - and she literally meant what he was worth, she figured that he was worth at least a million galleons based on the latest surveys in witch weekly. But it would take more than copious sums of money to tie down Miss Monroe. She was interested in something so much bigger these days.

”Pardon me, Sugar, is that today’s issue of the Prophet?”

[/b] She asked, her hazel eyes swimming with desire as she approached the desk where the boy sat on his chair, his eyes wide as he stared at her. He handed over the paper without so much as a peep and she began skimming the first page, looking for her column. Anger began to set in as her eyes traveled further and further down the page, looking for her column. It was no where on the first page. And - as she flipped to the second - no where to be found there either. Raven slammed her fist into the desk, frightening the clerk who took an involuntary step backwards. How could they push her all the way back to the fourth page? She could only imagine what they would be saying when she finished up this Malfoy story. They would be offering her a front-page promotion in no time, ”You can just -”[/b] She growled slightly, ”Just take this back.”[/b] She turned away from the boy and pressed her hand to her temple, feeling slightly overwhelmed with the knowledge that she had just ascertained. She couldn’t be pushed back anymore or she would be back-pages news.

In that moment, someone opened the door to Tomes and Scrolls and entered, apparently to get out of the rain that had picked up since she had been inside. Raven removed her fingertips from her forehead and stared at the gentleman that was before her, ”Today must be my lucky day-”[/b] She breathed inaudibly.

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The Curse of Curves || DEXTER Mar 3, 2013 6:05:40 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 6:05:40 GMT -8

Mild drops of rain splattered on Dex's freshly ironed suit. As he scanned his surroundings, he noticed several people covering themselves from the rain by ducking into various shops. Dex stayed put, staring at the puddles of rainwater already forming on the ground. In hindsight, he probably should have brought an umbrella. The weather didn't seem terrible when he first headed out, but now Dex cursed himself for his stupidity.

Within moments, the rain worsened, and Dex realized that staying outside would mean performing a double blind. He ran across the street to the nearest store, not bothering to scan its name as he opened the door and stepped inside. Immediately, Dex was hit with a stale, musky odor. Worn books filled the room; the shop seemed empty save for a young man Dex assumed was the owner and an attractive, red-haired woman. Dex let out a relieved sigh. At least he would be able to get some reading done before the downpour calmed down. Dex cast a quick drying spell on himself before shooting a confident smile at both the shop owner and the woman.

Now that he wasn't otherwise distracted, he saw that the woman really was very attractive. No matter, the sensible part of his mind chastised him. You're here to get away from the rain, not bother some poor girl. Dex nodded in confirmation of his thoughts, walking in the other direction of the woman and proceeding to read the label of the first book he saw: Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. Dex picked it up, not out of interest but just to prevent himself from talking to the woman and making an utter fool of himself. After skimming the first page and deciding he wasn't interested, Dex closed the book. He really was a sucker for good looking women.

Blinking thrice in succession, Dex quietly cleared his throat and said, "I apologize for the intrusion. The rain is terrible." Dex had mastered the art of small talk; he turned to face the woman with a wink. Merlin, I'm going to mess this up, Dex thought to himself, thankfully not voicing his thoughts out loud. He hadn't done anything particularly embarrassing...yet. Dex resisted the urge to blush.

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The Curse of Curves || DEXTER Mar 3, 2013 20:42:50 GMT -8

Post by RAVEN LENNOX MONROE on Mar 3, 2013 20:42:50 GMT -8

He was uncommonly attractive, that was the first thing that Raven noticed about him. He honestly looked as if he had just come from some sort of male-modeling magazine with the way that his wet hair clung to his face. Raven reached up and pressed her forefingers to her lips, trying to get a grip, but quite frankly the desire that was now spreading through her veins was almost insatiable. And then that smile - no sooner had he cast a drying spell then he was grinning at the pair of them as if he was the most privilege man in the entire universe. ‘You’ve never had sex in a bookshop,’ She reminded herself as she raised both of her eyebrows at the prospective target.

But then, as if he had internally heard her thoughts and become disgusted by them, he walked in the opposite direction, away from Raven and the book-store owner and into the vast piles and shelves of books that were nearby. Instead of following him like her gut told him to, she walked to another shelf, so that she could see him through the empty portions of the shelves that were between them. It was as if they were doing some oddly choreographed library dance - where one hid and the other tried to find them. Raven bit down on her lip, trying her best to look as if she was interested in the book that she had just picked up. It was a stylistic piece on the origins of Merlin and Avalon, something that she was immediately disenchanted with.

In that moment, he looked up and Raven made a point to look as if she was incredibly busy with the book that was in front of her. However, in reality, she was desperately hoping that he would open up conversation. Anything so that she could stick her paws into his business...or perhaps into those tight trousers of his. She looked up from the book at the sound of his voice - which was like honey to her ears. Bryant had never sounded so...innocent when he spoke to her. Sure, he was an innocent man, but not like this. There was something about this darling black-haired handsome gentleman that stood in front of her, ”Hardly an intrusion.”

[/b] She breathed as she moved around the shelf that was between them and then pressed her back into it, leaning as she surveyed him.

Undoubtedly attractive, she thought again and raised both of her eyebrows. Taken? Most likely. But did she actually mind? Most certainly not, ”I’ve seen worse.”[/b] She said, nodding toward the door where the rain was hitting the glass with pounding thuds. In actuality it was probably one of the worst storms that she had seen since she had come to Hogwarts with Bry. She grinned wickedly as she took another step forward, ”Raven Monroe, Daily Prophet Gossip Columnist. And you are?”[/b] She was desperately to have an name to attach to the godly man that now stood in her wake.

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