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Angie · 12-19-2010, 06:18 PM

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Originally Posted by rubindo

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.

Oh. So he'd attended Muggle university? How odd. Though he supposed Detective Amsten was hardly the only wizard out there bothering to have some muggle education. Etienne was going to ask the man if he'd done his studies in America, for his accent clashed with Etienne's own Birmingham one, and thus gave him away as a yankee, when he realized that the detective's life was really none of his business. So he kept his mouth shut and made sure a look of polite interest took over his fair face.

Right. Back to business. Rather uncomfortably, Etienne shifted on his seat. "Well, I recall stocking the shelves with new bottles of ink when I saw this couple talking in low tones, and kept on looking at the rolls of parchment." A small frown edged on his forehead as he continued, "So of course I went there to ask if they needed any help, you see? Helping costumers it's my job and all that. The woman was gracious enough, but he looked a bit like a grump." Or maybe like a crazy man, as Etienne had learned. "He asked me what was added to the parchment to make it scented... and, well, you see I got a bit defensive. After all, one doesn't one to just give away certain things about the merchandise because for all you know they could be competition. As it is, I thought they were Ministry People initially, so I admit I was a bit rude." Well, no. He'd not been rude--he'd been mocking. "But that's no excuse to what he did after."

It was true. And after some time had passed, after he'd mended (somewhat) his bruised ego, he'd come to the conclusion that the entire thing was a little creepy. Well, no--it was really creepy. "What I mean is," He cleared his throat and watched as one of his hands closed into a fist. "He told the lady to go, then proceeded to insult the job I had before calling me a... a... you know." Well, did he? Probably not. The man was no mind reader. Right? Kenning shot him a quick look from the corner of one of his brown eyes. "Mudblood. He called me a mudblood. And then set some sort of curse on me that left me bleeding." And that was the last time he'd be repeating that story, for not only was it embarrassing, but it was very offensive as well. After all, Etienne had never been scorned before for his heritage. "And just... how did he know I was a muggleborn?" Again, he cleared his throat. "I'm not ashamed of what I am, don't get me wrong, but I don't go around saying, 'Hiya! Etienne Kenning, resident Muggleborn of Scribbulus' or anything of the sort. It would be ridiculous." Because really--who cared about your blood status nowadays?

12-19-2010, 06:18 PM	#18 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,611 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by rubindo 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. Oh. So he'd attended Muggle university? How odd. Though he supposed Detective Amsten was hardly the only wizard out there bothering to have some muggle education. Etienne was going to ask the man if he'd done his studies in America, for his accent clashed with Etienne's own Birmingham one, and thus gave him away as a yankee, when he realized that the detective's life was really none of his business. So he kept his mouth shut and made sure a look of polite interest took over his fair face. Right. Back to business. Rather uncomfortably, Etienne shifted on his seat. "Well, I recall stocking the shelves with new bottles of ink when I saw this couple talking in low tones, and kept on looking at the rolls of parchment." A small frown edged on his forehead as he continued, "So of course I went there to ask if they needed any help, you see? Helping costumers it's my job and all that. The woman was gracious enough, but he looked a bit like a grump." Or maybe like a crazy man, as Etienne had learned. "He asked me what was added to the parchment to make it scented... and, well, you see I got a bit defensive. After all, one doesn't one to just give away certain things about the merchandise because for all you know they could be competition. As it is, I thought they were Ministry People initially, so I admit I was a bit rude." Well, no. He'd not been rude--he'd been mocking. "But that's no excuse to what he did after." It was true. And after some time had passed, after he'd mended (somewhat) his bruised ego, he'd come to the conclusion that the entire thing was a little creepy. Well, no--it was really creepy. "What I mean is," He cleared his throat and watched as one of his hands closed into a fist. "He told the lady to go, then proceeded to insult the job I had before calling me a... a... you know." Well, did he? Probably not. The man was no mind reader. Right? Kenning shot him a quick look from the corner of one of his brown eyes. "Mudblood. He called me a mudblood. And then set some sort of curse on me that left me bleeding." And that was the last time he'd be repeating that story, for not only was it embarrassing, but it was very offensive as well. After all, Etienne had never been scorned before for his heritage. "And just... how did he know I was a muggleborn?" Again, he cleared his throat. "I'm not ashamed of what I am, don't get me wrong, but I don't go around saying, 'Hiya! Etienne Kenning, resident Muggleborn of Scribbulus' or anything of the sort. It would be ridiculous." Because really--who cared about your blood status nowadays? __________________