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Re: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men... (Open)

Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 3:24 pm
by Rowan Fox
Rowan was honestly 8mpressed by Cana's ability to swing the truth. Because, really, none of what he said was a lie. But it all sounded so... professional. Not like she was trying to escape an arranged marriage at all! He needed to teach her how to do that.

Part of Rowan puffed up when Cana called her smart, though. She knew it was just for the cover, but no one had ever referred to her as smart. Uncle Everly let her come to Hogwarts in the first place because he was convinced it had a good educational program, but he was never satisfied with her own work.

She was sure that Cana's explanation would be enough to satisfy the blond boy, but he seemed to be having a grumpy day. When Cana moved the conversation over to potions and things, Rowan took a deep breath. Thankfully they had moved past her.

"Miss Rowan, was it?" Or not. "You are very fortunate to be offered the chance to work at such a successful and cutting edge business. Tell me, Miss Rowan, when did you first start your passion for potions?" The casual stance the boy had taken was belied by the calculating look in his eyes.

Rowan cleared her throat and wrapped a loose strand of hair around her finger. She didn't like being looked at like that. "Well, sugar, I'm not much of a potionere," she admitted. "The internship is more for... a personal assistant type job. And I'm good with talking with people." She grinned over at Cana, "Right, sexy?" Man, she would nail this job.

Re: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men... (Open)

Posted: Mon Oct 08, 2018 10:01 pm
by Cana Havich
Cana was a bit confused. Gregory seemed irritated with his offer of a job to Rowan. Perhaps he knew things about her that he didn't? He was sure whatever was difficult about Rowan could be worked out by Bong Cha though. That woman was terrifying, despite being shorter than 5 feet tall.

And now Gregory seemed even more irritated by his talking about the feathers! Cana wasn't entirely sure what to make of Gregory. He had seemed so excited earlier by the prospect of working together, and now he seemed downright prickly about it. And he didn't know wh--


Perhaps he was jealous? It could seem like Rowan was suddenly taking Gregory's position as his research partner. Rowan seemed downright delighted with his praise and that could be easily misconstrued. Cana could definitely understand being upset about that. Jealousy, however, was a foolish and fickle emotion, and Cana didn't tolerate it well. His eyes narrowed as he looked between Rowan and Gregory warningly.

As Rowan admitted her real job offer, Cana hoped it would quell some of Gregory's upset down to reasonable levels. As Rowan continued, however, he felt a blush coming on.


Now Gregory probably thought he was some kind of perv hiring the girl only for her looks and flirtatious nature. He steeled himself though, and smiled at Rowan.

"Well, you have some aspects you might need to work on, but I'm pretty sure people will love you," he stated. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to let Gregory think he was a bit stupid and lovestruck. Maybe it would force the other boy to let his guard down a bit and show his true frustrations.

Re: The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men... (Open)

Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2018 4:55 pm
by Gregory H. Masterson
A look of uncertainty in the bimbos eyes.

A narrow look of warning from Cana.

These told Gregory one extremely important fact: He was communicating a lot more than he even intended to.
Once Cana lowered his IQ further in talking to the girl (which sounded. . odd, from him) Gregory immediately switched gears.
There was absolutely no reason to throw anything away on such a small matter.

He had been having a more difficult time with his frustration lately. He needed to do something about that, but now wasn't the time for evaluation. Now was the time for control and discipline.

Abruptly, he forced his mask on. He had perfected it over time. It wasn't useful for charming anyone, but it cut him off from any emotional expression. It kept him perfectly polite and as unreadable as he could make himself. It had driven his third step-mother crazy. He almost smiled at the memory.
This Rowan girl wasn't worth fighting Cana about. Not yet. Gregory was pretty certain he could deal with her himself, if he needed to.

He straightened up and said "Well, of course they will. I don't know you very well, Miss Rowan, but you've made it through most of your school years already and Hogwarts is the best. You appear to have great . . charm. I bet you could make it wherever you go."
He turned to Cana and clapped him on the shoulder. "You seem to have this well in hand. I won't trespass on your meeting any longer. I'll see you Saturday, yes?"
He bowed his head towards the redhead. "Miss Rowan, a pleasure."
Gregory turned away, his polite smile disappearing.