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Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack So yes, spending her whole night at the dessert table was hardly what she had in mind when she received the gala invitation. But at least it was tasty? Sigh. She should've asked Mark to come with her. Or Jeffery. Or even Henry. Oh wait, Henry just got engaged, didn't he? Whatever, she could've still brought Mark or Jeffery. But no. You'll make some new friends. You'll meet people. You loooove people. Yet, the only person she had become acquainted with thus far has been Mr. Chocolate Shavings. And he isn't even a good conversationalist.
Just when the thought of leaving the gala had crossed her mind, she felt a tug on her dress. Oh no. Ugh. She knew that strapless wasn't a good choice. Next time she would have to go with the lavender flowy straps. Sure, it didn't make as big of a statement, but at least that dress was reliable. Carefully readjusting the dress, Tiffany hadn't even realized that a little person was on the other end of it.... that is, until she heard the squeak. "What---??" She looked around with an expression of confusion, where did that come from?
Down. Down, is where it came from. Tiffany was half expecting a dwarf or goblin to be waiting for her, but instead she found-- A BABY!? What was a baby doing at a ministry gala? For Merlin's sake, there's firewhiskey here! This is no place for a child. AND OHMYGOSH. It was pulling on her dress! HER DESIGNER DRESS! She tugged at the fabric in order to get it back from the infant who was apparently trying to get her attention with it. "Let go!" she said, before realizing that she was talking to a child. Then in the best sweet tone she could muster, she tried again, "Hi, dear, uh, could you not? It's designer." Did the baby even speak english?
Coco? Evidently he did! "Yes, YES! Coco! It is Coco! My clutch is a Coco Chanel peice!" This baby was so intelligent! Goodness. Maybe babies weren't half bad! Especially this one. He is a real prodigy. Maybe that's why he's at the gala. Maybe he got an invitation too. For Merlin's sake, he knew COCO CHANEL, Tiffany would definitely hire this little guy to work in the ministry. Any friend of Coco's was a friend of hers.
Bending down, Tiffany scooped little-baby-prodigy-fashionista into her hands. Baby in one hand, and plate with chocolate shavings in the other, Tiffany was glowing. Maybe no escort was actually the best escort?
Derfael's big blue eyes widened when she raised her voice to him. The corners of his lips began to curve downwards and his chin wibbled ever so slightly as his eyes squinted and mouth began to open. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
He just wanted some of the cake. Why was she yelling at him?! His tiny hands balled up into fists and rubbed his eyes as his infant shrieks continued and he even stomped his feet a little to emphasize just how distraught he was over being told no to the cake. At least that was how he understood things. He did not know who this Coco Chanel was, but it was not cake and THAT is what mattered. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---"
But then the next moment he was being lifted off the ground and his crying subsided significantly. She wasn't as warm as Mama, but it was better than being on the ground. Thumb on his right hand went right into his mouth and his left hand gripped the fabric of the top of her dress.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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