He couldn't help it, he threw his head back and laughed, holding his ground over the counter. "A common misconception, but I assure you I'm not one of those." Indeed, Montague felt more a God than a man. A tingling, anticipatory feeling filled his stomach when he remembered he was on his way to Nott's to pick up his order. In just a few weeks' time, he'd have his potion ready to distribute. And then shortly after that, mass-panic would spread.
His attention snapped back to Pansy, and he straightened up a bit before leaning even closer to her, lowering his deep voice to a barely audible whisper. "The other side of the galleon, Parks, is that nowadays, women only feel like women when they've got a piece of wood wedged up their--"
"MISS PARKINSON!" One of her shrilly-toned subordinates cut him off from across the store. "ALL CLEANED UP. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE?"
Graham backed off from the counter and hoisted his new purchases over his shoulder. "Ah, closing time, is it? Very well then. It's been delightful... acquainting with you." With another charming grin, he gave his head a little bow.
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Date: 2010-08-29 03:28 am (UTC)His attention snapped back to Pansy, and he straightened up a bit before leaning even closer to her, lowering his deep voice to a barely audible whisper. "The other side of the galleon, Parks, is that nowadays, women only feel like women when they've got a piece of wood wedged up their--"
"MISS PARKINSON!" One of her shrilly-toned subordinates cut him off from across the store. "ALL CLEANED UP. DO YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE?"
Graham backed off from the counter and hoisted his new purchases over his shoulder. "Ah, closing time, is it? Very well then. It's been delightful... acquainting with you." With another charming grin, he gave his head a little bow.