10-30-2013, 12:38 AM
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| Banshee
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Originally Posted by Holmesian Feline
She was surprised...that was clear. But what exactly was the cause of said surprise wasn't entirely certain to Simon. Was it because she was right or because of how long he had been working at the ministry? Granted he didn't look that old but he wasn't exactly that young-looking either. "Uh huh...I do," he answered with his own smile. "Its hard not to be...seeing as its pretty much what I've always wanted to do." Maybe that was too sappy, he thought to himself, but it was too late to take it back. "Oh I can tell you," he said with a soft bemused chuckle. It wasn't exactly a secret since you were warned of it before you could sign up. "Anywhere from 3-5 years, depending on the situations present those years," he answered thinking briefly back to the circumstances surrounding his own training.
Now onto her, the mention of the bloodhounds brought up more memories."Sounds fun...they are an interesting creature for sure. My father had been working with one a few years ago." "That's good," Chelsea couldn't imagine working at a job she didn't like, for longer than she had to. Everyone should do what they love, that's what her parents had taught her and Topher. "Wow," Chelsea breathed, "That's.. really cool." that he'd always wanted to be an auror, and ran with that dream. Up until recently, she'd thought she knew exactily what she wanted to do with her life. Now, well..
In truth, she could have asked her uncle Benjamin and uncle Axel, being that they'd been aurors since as far back as she could remember, but that probably would have led to very old stories as well. And Simon was willing to tell her, which was even better. "That's a lot of training," Chelsea commented, though it helped make sense of 'seven years', which of course, she was still stuck on. Sort of. "Fun, indeed." After giving a nod of her head, Chelsea reached up to fix the feathered hair piece she'd loosened without meaning to. Her attention was on his words, though. Especially when he mentioned his father working with an albino bloodhound. "Really? Did he tell you any stories?" Probably not, since it was work.. but it couldn't hurt to ask. Her father told her stories all the time, especially as a child. The memory made her smile more. "They are very interesting. I was fortunate enough to be able to help look after a young one, during my later years at school." And since, the albino bloodhound had become one of her favorites.
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