Food and Seating

[sarahlooo]

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Originally Posted by lazykitty

The Ministry just kept finding new ways to put her off. Last year, it had been the whole egg thing. Then the ridiculousness with the squibs. And now, they seemed intent on continuing with the squibs, only with the new ridiculous twist of having them in their formal (or semi-formal) wear in the middle of a rugby field. At least they weren't forcing that stupid school down their throats anymore.

"I know the Ministry seems to have lost their collective minds lately, but I seriously doubt they would go so far as to poison their employees." Sky remarked to the younger woman checking her drink at the refreshments table. Ha! They didn't even have enough guts to tell the squib activists to shove it and take a hike! Poisoning employees would take a whole lot more chutzpah.

Oh, look, they had meat this time! She grabbed a plate and loaded it up with some chicken alfredo.

A hint of a smile appeared on her face when a woman commented on the state of the punch. State of the Ministry, actually. Sure, was probably irrational to think that the drinks would be poisoned... "Poison, charms, tickling potions... One can't be too cautious." Besides, all aurors had a healthy amount of paranoia to keep them alive. Some had too much.

None of the food was tempting her too much, but the sweets looked alright. She thought of collecting a few dishes for Cassius. He'd certainly eat the pasta, definitely the cake... She wondered if Ryu would take a Bertie Bott's cupcake without question. Hmm.

"Lovely dress," Evangeline commented to the woman who had joined her. Never hurt to start small talk...
Err, well, almost never.

[Suziella]

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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles

Leon was liking this orientation much better than the last one, that was for sure. Rugby sounded super fun, not to mention there were no activists, and decent things to eat, which was always a plus in his book.

But the most important thing of all was that his fiance was here with him. The smile hadn't left Leon's face since Juno had gotten accepted as a YATI, he was so thrilled to not only see her attain her dream, but to be working on his dream right beside her!

Also, working with her was going to be amazing. The grey-eyed twenty year old straightened out his jacket and adjusted his tie before heading over to the food.

Merlin it all looked amazing, and withing a few seconds, the former Ravenclaw had his plate piled to the top with delicious yumminess, with some of it threatening to spill over.

He tilted his head as he eyed his plate and then the rest of the buffet. Well, he could come back. The dark haired man bopped his head to the music a bit as he walked back to the table that him and Juno had claimed..

"I think they need bigger plates." Leon said with a grin and he slid into a chair next to his fiance.

Juno had about 3 different plates in front of her. They were just too small to fit all the things she wanted to eat. She may be a thin girl but she ate a lot. Plus training took a lot of fuel.

Though she had all these plates in front of her, she was waiting for Leon to get back before she started eating. Soon enough she saw his handsome face making his way back to her. She beamed, as he sat down and chuckled at his comment. "Me too." She pointed to her three plates of assorted foods.

At least they were assorted by type of food. One had veggies on it, one had main dishes, and one had desserts. She was well prepared to eat! "You might have to help me with that dessert plate." She grinned and winked at him.

[Morgan P. Nickels]

The night was singing to him! Did anyone else hear it? Morgan heard it. His toes tapped to the beat, his eyes closing momentarily before he made his entrance to the shindig. Minister Nickels sang a few notes, on key he might add, and let the night air welcome him into its dark grasp.

A faux fur coat fell across his shoulders. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell it was faux, because he was a hip older guy. He wouldn’t wear fur to this function. He didn’t need level out for his blood, no thank you!

Food called to him, SINGING-- COME EAT US, COME EAT US. They were a choir, and one was singing offkey, probably a fruit if we’re honest. He began to orchestrate the choir with his arms moving in motion. He had conducted a choir of ducks once, you know. They had been the highlight of the event! Those little quackers! “Duck...duck….GOOSE!” He tapped two people on the heads, and the third, the GOOSE, he tapped just a BIT harder, just a bit intense, before he took off for the buffet. The food had stopped singing choir for him, so now he could devour all the food he wanted.

Ah, what a night to be minister.

[emjay]

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Originally Posted by Morgan P. Nickels

The night was singing to him! Did anyone else hear it? Morgan heard it. His toes tapped to the beat, his eyes closing momentarily before he made his entrance to the shindig. Minister Nickels sang a few notes, on key he might add, and let the night air welcome him into its dark grasp.

A faux fur coat fell across his shoulders. Anyone with eyes would be able to tell it was faux, because he was a hip older guy. He wouldn’t wear fur to this function. He didn’t need level out for his blood, no thank you!

Food called to him, SINGING-- COME EAT US, COME EAT US. They were a choir, and one was singing offkey, probably a fruit if we’re honest. He began to orchestrate the choir with his arms moving in motion. He had conducted a choir of ducks once, you know. They had been the highlight of the event! Those little quackers! “Duck...duck….GOOSE!” He tapped two people on the heads, and the third, the GOOSE, he tapped just a BIT harder, just a bit intense, before he took off for the buffet. The food had stopped singing choir for him, so now he could devour all the food he wanted.

Ah, what a night to be minister.

Though Mariel often felt these orientations were a bit "been there, done that," she was slightly more invested in this year's orientation. She couldn't say that she was a big fan of rugby per se, but her department did help to arrange this function, including securing the location. After she made sure some of her employees were squared away on the field, she returned to the dining area to get a bite to eat.

She had just filled up a plate with healthy delectables and was looking for a place to sit when she felt a tap on her head and a proclamation of duck. Yes, she supposed she should have ducked from that obnoxious tap on her head, but she was not given sufficient warning. Instead, she whirled around to see who the offender was, her eyes falling on that strange man running off towards the buffet. Yes, she knew that he was the new minister, not that she had voted for him, but that was rather unbecoming of a man in such an esteemed position, was it not? She narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched him for a moment, then turned back to look for an open table again. Had he not been the minister, she probably would have bit his head off, but as it were, she kept her professional demeanor.