[ She gets in an introduction, and signed off, before he has an opportunity to realize he hadn't offered his name. As such, he has done his best to lay out all the available tea on offers -except the chamomile-, a couple of mugs, and a dodgy looking kettle.
Standing, with his back to the counter, he's a bit of bean pole in person. Tall and slender, all legs and arms -the way many seventeen year old boys tend to be- his pale skin and dark hair are matched by his 'uniform' of black trousers, white dress shirt and black knit tie. Around his lean waist is a broad sword belt, the rapier set at his left hip and a group of cylinders and a small torch balance the right side of the belt.
Arms crossed, his expression is somber and far away. But, he looks up when she speaks and his face breaks out in a wide, megawatt smile. Sort of a 0 to 110 in .0002 flat. ]
Hello. Hermione, yes? [ There are those deep, posh tones and he speaks in a way that suggests that he's used to charming people, to having to sooth their nerves and put them at their ease. ] I must apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Anthony Lockwood.
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Standing, with his back to the counter, he's a bit of bean pole in person. Tall and slender, all legs and arms -the way many seventeen year old boys tend to be- his pale skin and dark hair are matched by his 'uniform' of black trousers, white dress shirt and black knit tie. Around his lean waist is a broad sword belt, the rapier set at his left hip and a group of cylinders and a small torch balance the right side of the belt.
Arms crossed, his expression is somber and far away. But, he looks up when she speaks and his face breaks out in a wide, megawatt smile. Sort of a 0 to 110 in .0002 flat. ]
Hello. Hermione, yes? [ There are those deep, posh tones and he speaks in a way that suggests that he's used to charming people, to having to sooth their nerves and put them at their ease. ] I must apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I'm Anthony Lockwood.