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Post by Raven on Jan 22, 2016 16:44:30 GMT -5
Jeremiah smiled, ignoring her tone. "What excellent timing we have, Nezzera. I got in earlier today." He'd honestly traveled until he'd run out of the money to do so.
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Post by Sar on Jan 22, 2016 18:18:30 GMT -5
"That is good timing," Nezzera said, taking another sip of coffee. "I didn't know you left. Where'd you come in from?"
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Post by Raven on Jan 22, 2016 19:40:09 GMT -5
"Romania, but I've been all over the place the last few years," Jeremiah answered, sitting back in his chair and watching her.
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Post by Sar on Jan 22, 2016 19:45:33 GMT -5
Nezzera had to refrain from rolling her eyes at his posture. He was a full grown adult and still didn't seem able to sit up straight in a chair. "Haven't been to Romania since my cousins wedding." Nezzera said. he was getting tired of small talk but could really think of what else to bring up. "From what I got to see, Timisoara was very pretty,"
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Post by Raven on Jan 22, 2016 19:48:42 GMT -5
"I was primarily studying dragons," Jeremy offered. Though 'studying' could be used only in the vaguest of senses. He'd learned quite a bit about the creatures in his travels, but that was simply because they were exciting. "The different types I've seen around the world." He grinned.
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Post by Sar on Jan 22, 2016 21:27:58 GMT -5
"At least you found something useful to use all those care of magical creatures classes for," Nezzera said, only half joking.
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Post by Raven on Jan 23, 2016 1:30:01 GMT -5
"You mean besides ridding you of a fire bug in your brain?" Jeremiah asked. "Care of magical creatures is way more useful than arithmancy."
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Post by Sar on Jul 22, 2017 0:39:53 GMT -5
It had been over a decade since the fire bug incident and Nezzera still couldn't look at the situation without a tinge of embarrassment. She had let herself become so emotional over something so tiny and it wasn't the bug she was referring to. It was that girl and her relationship with Jeremiah. She had always had a sense of... something with Jeremiah. Throughout their love-hate relationship she always felt that he belonged with her. It was probably that sense of possession that led to her leaving after school. If she couldn't have it all, she wouldn't have any of it.
"Luckily," Nezzera said, looking right at Jeremiah "I haven't had many run-ins with the little terrors since you had a bit of a hair problem."
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Post by Raven on Jul 22, 2017 1:10:16 GMT -5
It might have all been in his head, but Jeremiah thought he saw Nezzera's cheeks turn a bit red at the memory. Then, why would he fill that in? He didn't care, did he? Still, he hid the majority of his smile at the thought. "That is lucky. I'm not sure what you'd have done when I wasn't even in the same country... I'd hate for you to get hurt." What started as a playful jibe ended with a much softer, more careful tone, and his eyes searched her, not moving in the slightest when the waitress came back with Nezzera's coffee and his butterbeer.
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Post by Sar on Aug 22, 2017 23:43:03 GMT -5
His words were sensitive, nearly caring, and if her coffee hadn't have come at that precise moment, she may have been lost for words. She thanked the waitress and took a drink from her coffee. It wasn't fantastic, there weren't many places in the country that made coffee like they did back in the States, but it was bearable. She put her cup back on the saucer, but kept her hands around it, taking in the heat of the cup to her always cold hands. "I've seemed to manage." She shifted her gaze from her coffee mug to Jeremiah. God, they had gotten old. As a teenage she never imagined reaching this age, but here she was, back in London with what seemed like a lifetime of memories behind her. This was supposed to be her fresh start, but here was her past staring her in the face. She looked at his butterbear and without second thought, let her hands leave her cup to take the bottle. Taking a sip, her taste buds were assaulted by sweet. "You're going to kill yourself if you keep drinking sweets," Nezzera put the bottle back in front of Jeremiah and gave him an amused look. Even with all the time that had passed, it didn't seem like anything would change between the two.
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Post by Raven on Aug 22, 2017 23:58:34 GMT -5
Jeremiah chuckled at Nezza's statement, taking a deep breath. Being with her was like reuniting with a part of himself. "Well, if the sweets kill me," he began, taking a drink of his butterbeer, "that means the dragons won't."
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Post by Sar on Aug 23, 2017 0:56:06 GMT -5
"A dragon would be quicker," Nezzera tossed the words back at Jeremiah just as quickly.
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Post by Raven on Aug 23, 2017 1:16:57 GMT -5
"At least I'll have time to settle my affairs."
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Post by Sar on Aug 23, 2017 1:29:55 GMT -5
"Always the optimist,"
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Post by Raven on Aug 23, 2017 1:38:48 GMT -5
"Someone has to look on the bright side, it's important to keep an eye on all of our surroundings in case someone tries to attack."
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