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Tillie was out for lunch and couldn't help but be relieved nothing had gone wrong today with her training. Entering the Deli she had grown to love, she was not surprised to see how many patrons were already in. The place was usually very crowded and today was no exception. After she found a seat and ordered her usual food, she sat back in her seat and let out a sigh of relief. Her feet were already sore from standing all morning. All of a sudden some idiot, ran into her, sending his food all over the young witch, She gasped and glared at the dummy before she grabbed her wand to clean herself up and was half tempted to hex the clumsy idiot.

 

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Victor was sitting alone at a table for two near the door of the small deli when he noticed the girl walk in.  To say that he found her pretty was an understatement...she was beautiful. And she settled into a table nearby, alone, where she placed her order.

 

Victor tried to think of an excuse to go over and speak, but nothing came readily to mind. Then he noticed a person approaching her table carrying a heavily-loaded tray of food. 


Perfect, he thought to himself.


It was risky, but if he were quiet, and discrete, no one would ever know. He waited until the person got close to the woman, and then, behind a closed fist positioned carefully in front of his mouth, whispered a trip jinx.


The spell had the desired effect. The man's foot seemed to catch as he went to take his next step, and the hitch threw the man off balance. The tray came crashing down, covering the woman in food. Victor nearly smiled at the perfect timing. Then his eyes narrowed slightly. The woman, obviously irritated at being doused in food, reached into a pocket and pulled out a length of wood.

 

A wand.


He rose quickly, grabbing the cloth napkin from in front of him, and crossed the distance between their tables quickly. He brushed past the still-apologizing man, and stood in front of her, supposedly offering her his napkin, but, more importantly, shielding her from view of the other patrons.

 

"Careful. Not everyone here should see that," he said quietly, glancing pointedly at the wand in her hand. "Here, allow me to help," he said, holding out the napkin.

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As that second guy approached her with a napkin, she glared at him and used her wandless magic, muttering under her breath, to transfigure her wand into a wet cloth while no one actually noticed what just happened besidesthe two men and her. I have no idea what you are talking about. she replied innocently, arching a brow at Victor. She got up and made to scare the clumsy guy away, smirking to herself and then looking defiantly at the man still standing in front of her, ignoring his offer as he still held a napkin. I’m fine. I don’t need your help. she said rudely.

 

He was not even close to making her flinch and accept his offer or anythingnhe would say she would just keep turning him down. As an employee came over, she forced a smile and assured her she was fine, ending up having a free meal on the house on her next visit. She turned to the man still feeling his gaze on her and arched a brow as she asked: Anything I can do for you? Because I usually like to eat in peace...

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Victor noticed her glare as he approached, and his smile broadened. 

 

This one is a fiery one, he thought as he closed the remaining distance. Perfect. He enjoyed a challenge.


She cleaned herself up without his assistance, and Victor watched as she scared the man whose food had covered her moments before away. He remained quiet, watching patiently as an employee came over and apologized profusely for the 'accident', and offered to comp her next meal.Victor smirked to himself at that. He had just gotten her a free meal, and he didn't even know her name yet.

 

Finally, her attention turned back to him. 

 

"Usually. But not today. I'm Victor, Victor Kane."

 

He would have extended a hand towards her if he thought she'd do more than look at it. Instead, he grabbed the one empty seat at her table and sat down, without asking.


"And you are..."

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The nerve of that idiot! Couldn’t he see she wanted be left alone? Apparently that guy on top of being idiotic was blind as a bat...She just arched a brow and scowled at him. "Congrats! You remember your own name! Good job!" She rolled her eyes as he asked for hers and she replied annoyed: "Not interested. Please leave me alone." She ran a hand through her hair and continued eating her own meal, ignoring the intruder as best as she could. From what she had seen he was kind of hot though... 

 

Nonsense. She shook her head and then stopped eating and asked him: "Are you mentally challenged? Thought I asked you to leave me alone, stalker." She glared at him and examined his facial features. As much as this annoyed her, she was flattered someone was paying attention to her. Not that she would admit it out loud though. especially not to his face.

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She shot him down bluntly, telling him to take a hike.

 

Instead, Victor settled back into the chair comfortably, and watched as she ignored him and went about eating her lunch. Ordinarily, her asking him...politely even...to leave her alone would have sent him away. But he could tell this one was going to take some effort to crack through, and he wanted to see if he could make any progress. Not the most gentlemanly thing to do, but he never claimed to be the perfect gentleman.

 

He smirked as she stopped eating to berate him again.

 

"You did. But I still haven't gotten your name. I can't go without your name."

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Tillie rolled her eyes. She didn’t feel like she needed to be polite right now. He was invading her personal bubble. Sure, the guy was hot, but he was annoying her while she wanted to eat her lunch in  peace. Sighing loudly as she stared athim she asked: Why does it matter? I don’t wish to see you ever again, weirdo... Name’s Ottillie Shacklebolt, yes like the former Minister. Congrats you met me! She sighed again and pushed her plate away, no longer hungry. Now go away, Vicki... 

 

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And there it was. Victor's eyebrows rose slightly when she mentioned her last name, but he could tell from the way she quickly answered his unasked question that she was tired of talking about whatever relation there was with the former Minister. No big deal. He didn't need to know.

 

"So, Tillie...can I call you Tillie?" 

 

He was intentionally poking at her now.

 

"I'm just gonna call you Tillie. So, Tillie, I got sent up here to take a look at...well, something that some people wanted looked at. But it ended up being a bust. And I really hate wasted trips." He was pushing forward quickly, not giving her a chance to interrupt and blow him off yet again, which she seemed so intent on doing. "So, I was sitting over there at my table, eating, bored out of my mind, and I saw you walk in. And I started thinking...do you like Thai food? Because I want to take you out for Thai food tonight. Dinner, you know?"

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Tillie was indeed annoyed with the silent questions whenever her last name was mentioned. She never asked for it to happen, she lived through it though. But there was just something about this guy...As he called her by her favored nickname, her insides made a backflip, but she ended up glaring at him as she replied: No. No, you may not, Vicki! Stop that. At this point she was close to either ring his neck or kiss him. Catching up on what he said last, she was a bit confused and looked at him as if he was even crazier than when he first approached her. You talk way too much to my liking, Vicki... Way too much... She didn’t answer him and got up to dispose of what was left from her meal before reaching him and placing her hands on the table, looking straignt at him as she said: Don’t like Thai food, you gotta do better than that, Weirdo...

 

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Victor completely ignored her refusal to allow him to call her Tillie...he just powered through the rest of his statement like she had never even spoken up. When he finished, he saw her looking at him with a look that clearly said "crazy", but he just settled back in his chair and waited. The invitation was there, it was now up to her to accept it. Instead, he felt a flood of disappointment as she stood up and walked away with her trash without giving him an answer. His eyes followed her as she went and threw her trash away, and he sighed, preparing to leave the deli, since she apparently had no actual interest. 

 

Then he noticed her walking back his direction. Interesting. Maybe she was more interested than she let on. 

 

When she said he would have to do better than that, he smirked.


"So, it's not the dinner with me that you object to, just the choice of cuisine." He didn't phrase it as a question, but a statement of fact. 

 

"Instead of me playing 'guess the restaurant', perhaps the lady should tell me what it is that she does like, so I can find a more suitable place for our dinner."

 

He looked at her expectantly, waiting to see how she would respond to his latest challenge. 

 

 

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Okay, now Tillie really wanted to have a go at him. Why should I even agree to go anywhere with an irritating jerk such as you, Victor? she asked putting emphasis on his name. Just because you’re hot doesn’t mean... She stopped speaking as she realized whatshe just blurted out. She was going to never hear the end of that one, she was sure. I like Italian food...There’s a restaurant a few blocks away from here... 

 

Stopping herself again she cursed under her breath and berated herself for falling into this trap. How could she get out of that one now? Surely he’d stalk the place in the hopes of running into her... Seven thirty sharp. Next friday. Then you leave me alone after this...Got it?  She shook her head more annoyed with herself than the situation. She had a date with a hottie! She wanted to make a silly victory dance but that would be awkward...

 

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Victor had to struggle to keep from laughing out loud. She seemed to surprise even herself as, first, she mentioned that she thought he was hot (which...of course she did), and second, she liked a little Italian restaurant not far from their current location.

 

She finally granted him what he was after...a date. Next Friday. Well, that was a bit later than he had hoped...he had to be back in London the day after tomorrow. But popping back here for his date the following Friday wouldn't be a problem. He allowed himself a smile.

 

"Next Friday it is. And if you still want me to leave you alone after our first date...well, I will of course respect your wishes." His signature smirk was back now. "But I don't think you'll be tired of my company by then. We will see."

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That arrogant idiot was pushing every buttons Tillie had and she wanted to escort him out by the belt and throw him in the nearest trashcan. Exaggerated, perhaps, but Tillie didn’t have many grey area, mostl of the time she tended to go to extreme measures. Right now she couldn’t care less that he was due back in London before that date. He wanted that date he had to deal with what she chose. Period. 

 

Seeing his smile creep up his lips again, she rolled her eyes. Aww isn’t that sweet, the idiot is so proud of himself for that, huh? She said in a mocking irritated tone. I have my doubts on you actually respecting boundaries, Vicki... We’ll see about that.

 

She got up and was ready to be on her way out without uttering another word to the sexy jerk that was Victor when another useless idiot ran into her and made her fall flat, her foot getting caught in the chair leg near her and she cried out in pain as she tried getting back up. Great! Just what she needed... That third idiot managed to sprain her ankle...

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