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DaniDiNardo · 06-19-2015, 01:01 AM

SPOILER!!: Olly

A smile appeared at Olly's question, a rather loaded smile that spoke of a certain level of knowing. "You'd be surprised how many they know the moment they get inside one of those things. It gets kinda ridiculous to be honest, then you start wondering why they need all that many in the first place and how many you can infringe on before the boss man yanks you out of there." Always that little line you had to tread carefully around and apparently smacking was never allowed.

Go figure.

Lex took another glance at the man, wondering if he had anything to say in all of this. Couple seconds later she set to ask him but then the machine was alerting her to the completion of another wand weighing exercise. The expected 'Olly Clarke' did show up and it wasn't reading anything strange so the young woman plucked it up and handed it back.

"Here you go, you're all set to enjoy the orientation."

SPOILER!!: Adam

Despite having no idea where Wittlich was, she nodded. It was the thing to do when an answer had been offered. Another nod accompanied it shortly after, a more knowing one once he clarified that it was in Germany. That would explain the 'polizei'. "You're gonna be a Potioneer? Like over in Evironmental Regulation or something?" Lex did not have particularly deep knowledge of any Department but her own. For all she knew, most of them could require Potioneers--except hers. Alexa knew the different jobs within the DMLE and they made her all the more grateful for the YATI position she had while at the same time coveting the title of Auror. Hit witch wasn't bad either but the young woman's mind was already long made up.

Grabbing his wand from the weigher and turning again, she was greeted by a look of utter surprise. Problem was, she couldn't figure why...'least not until his woeful mispronunciation that left her shaking her head lightly. "Not Yeti, that's a creature. What I am is a YATI, Young Auror Training Initiate. I'll be an Auror soon." Though not soon enough. "And I think you mean Stonewall. Jory Stonewall, yeah?" Lex asked as she handed him back his wand. "You're all set."

SPOILER!!: Lysander ^____^

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Originally Posted by pinecone

Lysander was beyond incredulous as the girl claimed she wasn't bullying him, right after stealing his glasses (an issue he had faced several times in his childhood with many bullies), and told him he had a personality that sucked doxy eggs! "If this isn't bullying, but rather the common courtesy you show your friends, I have absolutely no desire to ever be within fifty yards of your annoying little being ever again," he countered sharply, his exposed eyes unable to see her but now set into an infuriated glare.

As she suggested he make her give them back, his jaw clenched so intensely it appeared as if steam might begin coming out of his ears any second. "Make you?" he repeated, his voice nearly shaking with anger. "What are you? Five years old?" Who was this girl? It's like she was manufactured to be his direct, infuriating opposite -- his absolute nemesis. And he was only two steps into the ministry! As she suggested he play nice in order to get his glasses back, since she was also holding his wand hostage, Lysander let out a disbelieving scoff which sounded more like a nerdy guffaw. "You are a nightmare," he muttered, not bothering to cover up his voice in the slightest as she moved on to the next person in line.

....

It took Lysander about five straight minutes of silence in which he contemplated several options, all through a solid glare set at Lex's vague form which was all he could see. He could walk away! But...she had his glasses..and his wand. He could demand to see her superior and complain! But...he had no way of visually spotting said superior and if he asked her, there was no chance of her being decent enough to follow his wishes. So what was he to do? All of this computing happened in the first thirty seconds and the rest of his time was spent avoiding the inevitable. Play nice, Lysander. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that request. "LEX," he demanded her attention sharply before clearing his throat. He paused, thinking for a moment before an expression came onto his face that can only be described as a painful grimace. And then, silently, it transformed into what can only be described as a dazzling, sparkling bright white smile. Without his signature glasses and signature scowl, Lysander looked much less like a life-size insect and much more like...like...well, like a charming, handsome young man. He had the slightest smile lines that peeked out underneath striking cheekbones, and for once his curly hair was more of a feature than a detriment, his green eyes all the more visible without the eyewear covering them up. More or less, it's like that thing in a rom-com where the nerdy chick protagonist takes off her glasses and everyone realizes she's hot and might be viable for prom queen.

"Lex, may I have my own private personal property back? All of it." He could sense that he was forgetting something and once he remembered, his face faltered for just a moment before returning, though this time with slight pain behind his concentrated gaze. "Please." Oh dear Merlin, he was going to barf.

No desire...fifty yards...annoying little being...ever again.

Oh Merlin, didn't someone have their knickers in a finely coiled knot? Lex didn't hold back the laughter, finding it hard to be anything but amused at the irritation on the man. If he got worked up about something like, imagine what he'd be like when work started and everything was going wrong. She wouldn't even assure him that they likely weren't working in the same Department and would never have need of seeing each other again, oh no, this was far more entertaining--HE was far more entertaining.

The laughter finally subsided at his question but the amused look still danced in her bright hazel eyes. Quite the card he was. "I'm only three and I'll thank you not to be rushing my age along, Sir." Did it bother her that he'd called her immature? Not. Even. He didn't know her, she didn't know him (the latter being the more important to consider). His opinion simply didn't matter. A devilishly wicked grin spread across her lips as he continued on.

A nightmare? Her step-mother called her that frequently. "On the contrary," Lex insisted, the grin going nowhere, "I'm a holy terror." Something he should have thought of before deciding to be quite so anti-social. Now he had all the time in the world to get that sorted while she went back to the machine to collect the other man's wand and hand him his package. Vaguely, she was aware of glare set on his features but they did little to perturb her. Problem was, Alexa Cambridge was provocative by nature. Unless she kept herself in check, she particularly liked being the source of someone's frustration. Always had.

Attention back to him, Lex leaned against the desk once more and regarded him objectively. Sincerity meant all but nothing to her, so long as he suffered through the act and when it was over, the young woman reached across and stuck the glasses back on his face. "It's quite the redundant use of language but you said 'please'." With that she turned and placed his wand in the machine. See? All it took was a little courtesy and they were getting places.

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: Olly Quote: Originally Posted by Lislchen Alexa was really into this law enforcement thing huh? Olly smirked slightly. Locking him in one of the holding cells? Sounded good enough to her. "We have rights?" She joked a little half-heartedly, throwing the guy another rather wary look. Not that she was scared of course. She could handle that guy when push came to shove. Plus, she was surrounded by Law Enforcement people. There was really nothing to worry about. The only thing that bothered her was the fact that he knew her name??? Starter stuff. Olly looked down at the bag. Right. "Thanks." She was going to take a closer look at the contents of the bag later. Now it was mostly about getting her wand back and you know finally going in. A smile appeared at Olly's question, a rather loaded smile that spoke of a certain level of knowing. "You'd be surprised how many they know the moment they get inside one of those things. It gets kinda ridiculous to be honest, then you start wondering why they need all that many in the first place and how many you can infringe on before the boss man yanks you out of there." Always that little line you had to tread carefully around and apparently smacking was never allowed. Go figure. Lex took another glance at the man, wondering if he had anything to say in all of this. Couple seconds later she set to ask him but then the machine was alerting her to the completion of another wand weighing exercise. The expected 'Olly Clarke' did show up and it wasn't reading anything strange so the young woman plucked it up and handed it back. "Here you go, you're all set to enjoy the orientation." SPOILER!!: Adam Quote: Originally Posted by Krel Ansell ”Wittlich,” he answered. He paused, then followed up (because usually people had no clue where Wittlich is) – “Germany.” He took the packet that was offered him and opened it enough to riffle through it. It looked like pretty boring stuff really and he wondered what poor sap had to collate all this stuff for the masses. He was just glad it hadn’t been him. Adam’s attention span wouldn’t have been able to focus long enough to complete the job. “I traveled lots. Stopped here and work ws hard to find. A friend said here needed potioneers and so thought, why not?” He was good at potions, although he didn’t try to brag about it. He also figured if he didn’t like it, he could always pack up and continue his Gypsy ways. “Yeti?” he asked surprised, blue eyes widening and his eyebrows going up. She didn’t look fury, but then, maybe they just called themselves that to sound fierce. He’d have to ask Jory about it later. And speaking of his friend, the girl asked about him. “Jory…” Jory’s last name escaped him and so he fibbed. “I do not know how to pronounce family name…” Despite having no idea where Wittlich was, she nodded. It was the thing to do when an answer had been offered. Another nod accompanied it shortly after, a more knowing one once he clarified that it was in Germany. That would explain the 'polizei'. "You're gonna be a Potioneer? Like over in Evironmental Regulation or something?" Lex did not have particularly deep knowledge of any Department but her own. For all she knew, most of them could require Potioneers--except hers. Alexa knew the different jobs within the DMLE and they made her all the more grateful for the YATI position she had while at the same time coveting the title of Auror. Hit witch wasn't bad either but the young woman's mind was already long made up. Grabbing his wand from the weigher and turning again, she was greeted by a look of utter surprise. Problem was, she couldn't figure why...'least not until his woeful mispronunciation that left her shaking her head lightly. *"Not Yeti, that's a creature. What I am is a YATI, Young Auror Training Initiate. I'll be an Auror soon."* Though not soon enough. "And I think you mean Stonewall. Jory Stonewall, yeah?" Lex asked as she handed him back his wand. "You're all set." SPOILER!!: Lysander ^____^ Quote: Originally Posted by pinecone Lysander was beyond incredulous as the girl claimed she wasn't bullying him, right after stealing his glasses (an issue he had faced several times in his childhood with many bullies), and told him he had a personality that sucked doxy eggs! *"If this isn't bullying, but rather the common courtesy you show your friends, I have absolutely no desire to ever be within fifty yards of your annoying little being ever again,"* he countered sharply, his exposed eyes unable to see her but now set into an infuriated glare. As she suggested he make her give them back, his jaw clenched so intensely it appeared as if steam might begin coming out of his ears any second. *"Make you?"* he repeated, his voice nearly shaking with anger. *"What are* you? Five years old?" Who was this girl? It's like she was manufactured to be his direct, infuriating opposite -- his absolute nemesis. And he was only two steps into the ministry! As she suggested he play nice in order to get his glasses back, since she was also holding his wand hostage, Lysander let out a disbelieving scoff which sounded more like a nerdy guffaw. "You are a nightmare,"** he muttered, not bothering to cover up his voice in the slightest as she moved on to the next person in line. .... It took Lysander about five straight minutes of silence in which he contemplated several options, all through a solid glare set at Lex's vague form which was all he could see. He could walk away! But...she had his glasses..and his wand. He could demand to see her superior and complain! But...he had no way of visually spotting said superior and if he asked her, there was no chance of her being decent enough to follow his wishes. So what was he to do? All of this computing happened in the first thirty seconds and the rest of his time was spent avoiding the inevitable. Play nice, Lysander. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that request. "LEX," he demanded her attention sharply before clearing his throat. He paused, thinking for a moment before an expression came onto his face that can only be described as a painful grimace. And then, silently, it transformed into what can only be described as a dazzling, sparkling bright white smile. Without his signature glasses and signature scowl, Lysander looked much less like a life-size insect and much more like...like...well, like a charming, handsome young man. He had the slightest smile lines that peeked out underneath striking cheekbones, and for once his curly hair was more of a feature than a detriment, his green eyes all the more visible without the eyewear covering them up. More or less, it's like that thing in a rom-com where the nerdy chick protagonist takes off her glasses and everyone realizes she's hot and might be viable for prom queen. "Lex, may I have my own private personal property back? All of it." He could sense that he was forgetting something and once he remembered, his face faltered for just a moment before returning, though this time with slight pain behind his concentrated gaze. "Please." Oh dear Merlin, he was going to barf. No desire...fifty yards...annoying little being...ever again. Oh Merlin, didn't someone have their knickers in a finely coiled knot? Lex didn't hold back the laughter, finding it hard to be anything but amused at the irritation on the man. If he got worked up about something like, imagine what he'd be like when work started and everything was going wrong. She wouldn't even assure him that they likely weren't working in the same Department and would never have need of seeing each other again, oh no, this was far more entertaining--HE was far more entertaining. The laughter finally subsided at his question but the amused look still danced in her bright hazel eyes. Quite the card he was. "I'm only three and I'll thank you not to be rushing my age along, Sir." Did it bother her that he'd called her immature? Not. Even. He didn't know her, she didn't know him (the latter being the more important to consider). His opinion simply didn't matter. A devilishly wicked grin spread across her lips as he continued on. A nightmare? Her step-mother called her that frequently. "On the contrary," Lex insisted, the grin going nowhere, "I'm a holy terror." Something he should have thought of before deciding to be quite so anti-social. Now he had all the time in the world to get that sorted while she went back to the machine to collect the other man's wand and hand him his package. Vaguely, she was aware of glare set on his features but they did little to perturb her. Problem was, Alexa Cambridge was provocative by nature. Unless she kept herself in check, she particularly liked being the source of someone's frustration. Always had. Attention back to him, Lex leaned against the desk once more and regarded him objectively. Sincerity meant all but nothing to her, so long as he suffered through the act and when it was over, the young woman reached across and stuck the glasses back on his face. "It's quite the redundant use of language but you said 'please'." With that she turned and placed his wand in the machine. See? All it took was a little courtesy and they were getting places. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said. Last edited by DaniDiNardo; 06-20-2015 at 11:34 PM.