06-15-2016, 03:12 AM
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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl It was always quite interesting to Atticus whenever he got the chance to return to the Ministry. He hadn't worked here for very long, and it was over a decade ago now, but it felt nice to come back every now and then. In particular, it was interesting to think about how different his life had been back then - and how he never could have pictured how wonderful it would be to walk in here with his fiancée.
His fiancée who would soon be his wife in less than five months.
Not that he was counting or anything. Ahem. "Looks like they have something for you," he said, leading Kiera up to the table as they entered. "Would you like to grab one now or wait until the end?" Arm wrapped delicately around Atticus' arm, Kiera felt a bit more at ease than she had the previous' year at orientation. Naturally the present company had much to do with said ease, but the room resonated with a sense of familiarity - faces she had worked with and grown accustomed to for a year now and mimicked motions from the previous year. It calmed her nerves and helped ensure that her fiancé not suffer anything resembling a death grip on his arm.
"We're here now...so let's pick it up now," she whispered softly in reply while giving his arm a gentle squeeze. Her clutch had a bit of an extension charm placed upon it, so she could always fit the swag bag in it if it became cumbersome. "Feeling a bit nostalgic?" she smiled up at him, not yet reaching for any bag in particular.
Kiera's frame went a bit rigid, eyes wide and nails digging into Atticus' arm, when there was a bit of commotion regarding someone's attire at orientation.
Oh....my....
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