01-05-2012, 12:45 AM
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 DIMC Mooncalf
Join Date: Apr 2008 Location: Tejas
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Royse Witkin Seventh Year x1 x3
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Originally Posted by SilverTiger It was apparently a good thing that he could tell his recently acquired escort was amused by what was happening with Chosen. Dorian wasn't about to open up, and it seemed that was irritating Laurie a bit. Of course, it wasn't her, beyond the fact she'd brought it up with her polite curiosity. He just wasn't likely to rehash things with someone he only knew from sharing an office. "I understand that. But there are also some topics that would ruin a night more by being said than by being unsaid," he said patiently, gray eyes watching Recard slip into the ballroom as he took another drink of the champagne still in his hand. Seemed like they were trying to nudge everyone inside, and he watched as Katherine slipped throught he doors as well. That was another person he knew, although they hadn't really talked much after the discovery she worked in Transportation.
But at Laurie's subsequent question, he turned his attention back to her and the eyebrow winged up again. "If I hadn't already been informed, I could ask the same to you," he commented dryly. "There just wasn't anyone I'd really ask." He wasn't like Wes, or Blaine, if the security man was going to come with Miss Browne. The only person beyond MLE he'd even spoken to didn't appear to be working at the Ministry anymore, and he hadn't felt the need to look Fionn up anyhow. He'd only come as another representative of those who had assisted in taking the Ministry back, and that didn't require a date. Ohhhhhhhhhh yes a long nigh indeed. "You'd think the requirement to join MLE was some long, drawn out, sordid past that no one ever spoke of," she muttered more to herself than him. She glanced up at Dorian and simply shook her head before watching everyone head inside. "Come on Mr. Dark and Broody I think they want everyone to herd inside like cattle," she gave him a smirk and slipped her arm through his once more.
Wasn't he just a bag full of cheer. "Touche, Dorian, touche." Well at least he was tolerable..in his own way. "Alright if you don't want to talk about...well anything dealing with yourself apparently...what do you want to talk about?" |
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