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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 13:02:11 GMT -5
Walking into the Leaky Cauldron to start his new job Dylan looked around at the people sat around small tables and the bar, they didn’t even look in the door direct when he entered. Heading to the bar Dylan smiled as he made his way around to the other side, placing his things out of sight her went out and served customers. While serving Dylan had fun with the customers as he got to know them and what was what around here. After a few hours of talking Dylan had found out that Harry Potters children go to Hogwarts and that it is now run by Callia LeBeau, a name in which Dylan knows from the past.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 13, 2008 13:21:30 GMT -5
It was a gloomy day in Diagon Alley. There was hardly any sun out which Callia loved. She could withstand sun due to her being only half vampire but it still weakend her some. She tried to come out on these kinds of days as much as possible. Plus it was a weekend and no one needed her at the moment at Hogwarts. It surprised many people that the Minisrty would hire a vampire as Headmistress but she had proved to them she was willing. Of course no one knew, other than her followers, that she was the new Dark Lord. Plus being at the school would give her many oppurtunites to recruit new members. As Callia walked the crowded streets of Diagon Alley she wore her favorite dress and long black cloak with her hood over her head but still revealing her face. Her long black hair was down and in long waves and her bright blue eyes were lined with a thin line of black eyeliner. Her lucious lips were masked with glossy red lipstick with a small smirk. Walking into the Leaky Cauldron she looked around, noticing the usual crowd. She walked over towards the other end of the bar, not noticing Dylan as she sat down. She was more aware of the crowd in the gloomy pub rather than at him. She removed her hood from her face and looked around as she made herself comfortable. |
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 13:42:47 GMT -5
Although Dylan was talking he wasn’t too busy to notice a woman enter the bar and sat down at the other end of the bar, he politely removed himself from the conversation he was having and headed towards the woman. It wasn’t until she removed her hood that Dylan saw who it was and instantly recognised her. Standing in front of her Dylan cleared his throat to get the women attention as she was looking around “What can I get you?” he asked as he placed his hand on the bar and leaned on them. Dylan’s voice had changed as it was now deeper and slightly husky yet it was strong, calm and polite.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 13, 2008 13:59:23 GMT -5
Just as Callia removed her hood she heard a familiar voice. She slowly looked up and saw the man from her past. Dylan Holmes. They met before Hogwarts and even before Voldemort. Was it just a coincidence or was he really following her? Those questions ran through her mind. Her smirk quickly faded as she stared into his cold eyes. It had been years since she had saw him. She thought he was dead. But she had changed since then. Matured. He was only a faded memory. She was the new Dark Lord.
She shook the thoughts out of her head and returned to reality. Her usual smirk returned back to her face. "You know what I like. Something red." she said.
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 14:16:24 GMT -5
Dylan watched as Callia thought about things, he knew that she could remember who he was just as he did her. He smirked when she spoke, her voice still made the hair on the back of his neck to stand “Well im sure I can find you something red…. Would you like it strong or sweet” he replied leaning in slightly as he took in her scent. Although they hadn’t seen each other in years Dylan could remember Callia as if it were only this morning that he had last seen her, pushing himself back Dylan smiled and went to get Callia her drink. Returning a few minutes later with a glass he slid it close Callia, he wasn’t all that interested in carrying on his conversation with the other customers now he wanted to hear all about her. “How long has it been?” he asked knowing that too many years had past for either of them to know the exact amount but it seemed like enough lifetimes had passed and Dylan had thought about Callia for most part of the lifetimes. Dylan didn’t want to ask to many questions or make them too personal as he knew Callia like himself didn’t really like talking about stuff going on inside her mind or heart., that was one of the many reasons Dylan had been drawn to Callia
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 13, 2008 14:36:14 GMT -5
She watched as Dylan walked to the other end of the bar. She could still remember the first time she met him. She was too stubborn to admit it but she did have a thing for him. Maybe she still did but she wasn't going thinking about it. Once he returned with her drink she took a sip and signed. Strong, just how she liked. He still knew her. She looked up at him and replied "Too long to count. What are you doing here?" she asked. She was curious. She wanted to know why he was here and where he had been all these years.
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 14:42:14 GMT -5
Dylan look at Callia then at the other bar tender ‘im going for my half hour break’ he said as he walked around to the other side of the bar and stood closer to Callia “I am here because this is where the road brought me, I didn’t think id be seeing you again to be honest. What about you? Why are you the head of Hogwarts? I mean I didn’t think teaching children was your thing” he said before he pulled out a cigerette and placed it between his lips. Dylan just looked at Callia for a moment, his thoughts going back to the past and how they had been. Shaking his head slightly Dylan lit his cigerette and looked at Callia and awaited her answers
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 13, 2008 14:47:32 GMT -5
"I'm not teaching. I'm controlling. You should know that." she said with a small crackle. She wasn't a children person, unless they are her own. She was perfect at disiplining them but that was it. She took another gulp of her drink, finishing it. She stood up, almost the same height as him but only because of her heels. She pulled out a galleon and placed it in his pants pocket. "Besides, the students need a strong rolemodel too keep them straight. And I am the perfect person." she said confidently. She smiled as he lit up a cigerette. She smoked herself but she cut back for the life of a Headmistress limited her free time.
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 14:54:39 GMT -5
Dylan smirked “of course how could I forget you needing to be in control all the time.” he joked as he took the galleon out of his pocket and looked at it. “If anyone is to teach the children self discipline then you’re women to do it…I myself would prefer to try and understand the children and come down to their level..but that is just me” he said as he placed the galleon on the bar. “what about a partner? Do you have one or did you drive him away too” he asked as he placed his lighter back into his pocket, taking a long drag of his cigerette he stared straight into Callia’s blue eyes seeing that she wasn’t the same person though he looked away. He now saw that she was lonely, cold and hurt something he couldn’t bare to see her in even after so many years from last seeing her
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 13, 2008 15:10:28 GMT -5
"Yes. I could of guessed you would of said that." she said with a smirk. She didn't smile much but there was a small curl at the corner of her lips. Dylan had changed since she saw him last. Before he was strong and fiesty, the way she liked it. It had seemed that over the years he had gotten soft. She had hoped she didn't loose him completely for she wasn't the same herself. She had gotten stronger and colder. He had gotten her immediate attention when he asked about a partner. She was married once but was widowed now. He was the Dark Lord so it would of been hard to explain everything. Plus she had noticed he wasn't the same Dylan she once knew so she held back more than usual towards him. "No. No partner." she said with a fake laugh.
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 13, 2008 18:33:14 GMT -5
Dylan kept a close eye on Callia to see what he could read about her when she spoke on the subject of a partner, over the past few years Dylan had learnt that you cannot trust what a person tells you so he slowly learnt to tell what a person thought and felt by what their eyes and body told him. Watching her Dylan could see that Callia was like others and hid things, she was perfect at hiding it but she did better than others “well im sorry to hear you do not have a Mr.Right in your life right now” he said speaking softly, Dylan placed his gentle hand on Callia’s arm before he went back around the bar as his break was over. Because Cillia never asked him about his relationships Dylan didn’t feel the need to tell her so he kept himself to himself as usual.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 16:17:23 GMT -5
Callia signed. She had missed her husband dearly but she was content with her life now. She was fulfilling her late husbands wishes and hopefully she will complete her mission. To take over the wizarding world. She wasn't going to tell Dylan anything, not just yet. He had seemed different, he may have changed over the years. Softend even. She was still trying to figure out who he had changed into. She watched him as he returned behind the bar. Maybe if they hung out more, she would be able to answer her questions. "Well. What time are you getting off?" she asked. The room had gotten quiet so you could hear her French accent clearly. Even though she had been in Hogwarts for a while she still had her strong accent.
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Post by Dylan Holmes on Apr 21, 2008 13:26:55 GMT -5
Dylan looked at Callia and smiled “I am finished in about twenty minutes, I was thinking of having a drink before I headed home though… would you like to join me?” he asked as he too wanted to know who Callia was and if she had changed at all in the time they had spent apart. For some reason Dylan felt he couldn’t be himself around Callia though, it was like he was the Dylan in which Callia had first met, the one who liked to cause trouble and possible even hurt someone….this wasn’t the Dylan who had stood behind the bar though so why did he feel so different? Clearing his throat Dylan looked straight into Callia’s eyes “you know that accent of yours is still very sexy” he smirked as he flirted with Callia slightly. Dylan didn’t have a particular accent, you couldn’t hear one anyway. His voice was strong yet soft, to the point yet quiet, when he spoke it was if he knew all the answers in the world. Because his voice was calm, collective, strong and seductive people generally believe what Dylan had said about most subjects as he was also smart and respectable. Placing his hand on Callia’s face to move a piece of hair that had fallen Dylan smirked “I forgot how soft you felt too” he continued becoming slightly more personal than he had liked, realising what he had said Dylan cleared his throat and moved away from Callia “im finished” he said simply before he went and got his jacket and returned to Callia
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