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Boy Wonder · 12-19-2010, 06:08 AM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

Etienne watched the guy go with a faintly amused smile on his face. Middle-age was rough in some, was it not?

Turning his attention back to the other one, Kenning studied him carefully as he took seat. This one seemed chill and gracious even, if compared to the other one. He placed his hands on his lap, and laced the fingers of his right hand with those of the left one, as the man introduced himself. "Detective," the twenty-nine year old repeated neutrally, though allowing some curiosity to slip into his tone. "I was not aware that you lot used muggle terms to describe your job."

Or maybe it wasn't a muggle term, and it was in fact originally used by wizards? Whatever the case, it made him feel a little bit relaxed for some reason. Absently, he scratched the top of his left eyebrow, where a very faint scar showed. "Nevertheless, it's nice to meet you, Detective Amsten." Regardless of the circumstances of the meeting, he supposed. "My name is Etienne Kenning, and I'm the owner and shopkeeper of Scribbulus Everchanging Inks."

His title was noted. Not many people question that he had a muggle title. "A clever observation," Ben said to the man in front of him. Although, there is a reason why. "You see, not many Ministry Agents have actually gone through all the muggle work and studying to become a certified detective." He smirked. Benjamin thought was something that separated him from other aurors and agents.

He noticed the scratching done by the shopkeep. A normally small occurrence, but he did notice a scar. The New Yorker took a quick mental note. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Kenning. It's too bad it had to be like this, though." Ben's American accent rang in the room as he jotted down the shopkeep's name and occupation on the notepad he had.

"Could you please, Mr. Kenning, take me through what happened to you, step by step, in your attack? Try and describe, as the best you can, everything you saw, heard, etcetera." He tried to keep his voice calm. "I promise I will not ask questions until you are finished." He had his note pad ready for notes.

12-19-2010, 06:08 AM	#17 (permalink)
Boy Wonder Formerly: RobinBoyWonder Mooncalf Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: The Greater NYC Area Posts: 6,935 Hogwarts RPG Name: Olivia Anderson First Year x1	Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed Etienne watched the guy go with a faintly amused smile on his face. Middle-age was rough in some, was it not? Turning his attention back to the other one, Kenning studied him carefully as he took seat. This one seemed chill and gracious even, if compared to the other one. He placed his hands on his lap, and laced the fingers of his right hand with those of the left one, as the man introduced himself. "Detective," the twenty-nine year old repeated neutrally, though allowing some curiosity to slip into his tone. "I was not aware that you lot used muggle terms to describe your job." Or maybe it wasn't a muggle term, and it was in fact originally used by wizards? Whatever the case, it made him feel a little bit relaxed for some reason. Absently, he scratched the top of his left eyebrow, where a very faint scar showed. "Nevertheless, it's nice to meet you, Detective Amsten." Regardless of the circumstances of the meeting, he supposed. "My name is Etienne Kenning, and I'm the owner and shopkeeper of Scribbulus Everchanging Inks." His title was noted. Not many people question that he had a muggle title. "A clever observation," Ben said to the man in front of him. Although, there is a reason why. "You see, not many Ministry Agents have actually gone through all the muggle work and studying to become a certified detective." He smirked. Benjamin thought was something that separated him from other aurors and agents. He noticed the scratching done by the shopkeep. A normally small occurrence, but he did notice a scar. The New Yorker took a quick mental note. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Kenning. It's too bad it had to be like this, though." Ben's American accent rang in the room as he jotted down the shopkeep's name and occupation on the notepad he had. "Could you please, Mr. Kenning, take me through what happened to you, step by step, in your attack? Try and describe, as the best you can, everything you saw, heard, etcetera." He tried to keep his voice calm. "I promise I will not ask questions until you are finished." He had his note pad ready for notes.