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Rex raised an amused eyebrow at the girl. He knew who she was. Anyone who worked in the Ministry knew unless they were complete morons. "So you're Alexander's little girl," he said as he shook her hand. "Welcome to the Department of Magical Games and Sports, Miss Greingoth."
But then she had to mention prettyboy. Not a smart move, but that could explain why she was in Slytherin. "Why, yes I am. Maximus is my younger brother."
Smile. No more discussion about the little man.
She actually plays Quidditch? She's too small to be a Beater! Maybe a Seeker or a Chaser.... "Congratulations on your achievements as a Beater for Slytherin," Rex said and he motioned to the food on the sideboard. "Won't you please enjoy some refreshments?"
"That's correct," Sierra said, shaking his hand, as well. Did he typically call officials by their first names? Hmm. Well, at least he was polite enough to give her a title.
Vindictus men... She hadn't started out thinking too well of the brother either, so she guessed she expected some of this. She eyed the man and decided that he'd redeemed himself on the
Miss part.
She gave him a proud smile as he congratulated her on her accomplishments. Right. She'd be back to speak with him in a few years.
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She nodded to Rex. "I don't mean to rush you, Mr. Vindictus but I need to move the Tour along. Could you let the students know what happens here? In your department?" She asked.
Ha! You got in trouble, Vinny Boy... *inner snicker*
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"You mean you don't want the short tour that includes the popular British and Irish Quidditch League office?" Rex asked, a bit taken back. He had stuff planned. Cool stuff. Stuff his bratty brother would hear about when the students returned to Hogwarts. GRRRR.
He rubbed his left shoulder for a moment while he collected himself and reworked his speech in his mind.
Now he was ready. They were getting the short version.
"The Department of Magical Games and Sports is one of the most highly respected departments in the Ministry of Magic," Rex began with an air of authority in his voice. "The department consists of three major divisions - Patents, Gobstones, and Quidditch."
"The Ludicrous Patents Office is responsible for the patents that are behind the world's best joke items and other magical trinkets and toys."
He smiled.
"The Official Gobstones Club is responsible for this game enjoyed by thousands of witches and wizards. Currently, the division is working on securing a location for the Gobstones World Championship that is to be held next year."
Blah, blah, blah. Gobstones were boring. Now on to the exciting division.
"Then there's the most popular division of them all - the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters which is responsible for everything related to Quidditch in the United Kingdom and Ireland. Seven years ago, we successfully hosted the Quidditch World Cup and the English team actually won! Just before all of you arrived on the level, I had just received some important news from the International Association of Quidditch."
Dramatic pause.
"I have the privilege to announce that we're one of four countries in the running to host the next Quidditch World Cup and we'll be hosting the European Championships next year."
How about that? The kids just got a scoop that not even the Daily Prophet knew about!
Smile.
Errr, ...right. Where was the information on how to get signed to a professional team? Who cared what a patent was? ...and Gobstones was for wimps. She did, however, tune in when it seemed he had important information to share about the Quidditch-related matters in his office.
"We might be hosting the Quidditch World Cup!?" she exclaimed.
"Well, in that case, save a trio of tickets for my father, his girlfriend, and I." ...and top box, too, if you will?
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demented_death_eater "Now tell me this - which is your favourite team?"
These kids weren't going anywhere without getting some complimentary swag.[/COLOR]
Sierra stared at him for a few seconds. Was he...serious?! Erm...
"Slytherin," she announced, matter-of-factly. Well, duh.
"With the Holyhead Harpies coming in a close second." She stepped in front of Kurumi again and added,
"Will any of their beaters be retiring in a few years?"