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Krel Ansell · 06-27-2016, 09:42 PM

Text Cut: Krel’s not that scary!

Quote:

Originally Posted by Edward Penguin

SPOILER!!: Mediator of Wizarding Peace

As she hurried down the path, dragon hide heels clacking as she walked, she wanted to scream. Krel was running late and the thing she hated the most in the world was being late to things. It made her crazy and an embarrassed. Why today, of all days, did the German Ambassador need the contracts regarding cauldron densities? And why did her assistant not have them filed properly? It should not have taken 3 hours for her to receive the paperwork on cauldrons!

For that matter, why had Edward insist they meet exactly at noon? He hadn’t been in the best of moods the last couple times she’d been able to see him, and she doubted her running late would help his mood. She just hoped he wouldn’t be in such a sour mood today.

She her hair was half-falling out of a hastily pleated braid. She turned a corner on the path that led to the lake and then stopped, trying to catch her breath and make sure she didn’t look as haggard as she felt. Last night had been a rough one with dad. It hadn’t helped that Uncle Ian had showed up out of the blue after 15 years to say hello. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the memo that Adian was the fritz. It’d taken her roughly 30 minutes to get her father to stop yelling at the other male. Whatever their past history had been, Krel was obviously oblivious to it. Maybe Uncle Hayden or Aunt Gabbie would be able to shed some light on it, she thought

She tried to push the memory of the two older men yelling at each other out of her mind as she came upon the pond. It didn’t take her long to locate Edward. He was busy pacing and fidgeting. Oh no, she thought fearing the worst. He’s crabby again. Maybe she should have sent a note to post-pone their lunch date.

But it was too late now! Sucking in a breath, she put on a smile as she walked up to him. “Hi,” she said trying her best to sound chipper and not worn out or tired. “Sorry I’m late. There was a problem with an international cauldron shipment. Apparently it’s the end of the world peace as we know it.” Yep, that was a lame international relations joke…

Edward glanced at the duck that was slowing it's descent to land as gracefully as possible on the surface of the pond. He pondered whether to disturb it with a pebble before returning to the conversation playing in his head. He knew what he wanted to say, but not how he wanted say it. The fob twisted between his thumb and forefinger for what must have been the hundredth time. He was so used to the mannerism it didn't even register in his mind as an involuntary movement. He felt a few beads of sweat on his forehead and reached into his pocket for the golden covered handkerchief and wiped his head. Returning the kerchief to his pocket he touched the fob again.

He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the sound of her heels as she approached the bench. It quite startled him actually and the sound of her apology caused him to fall backwards onto the bench. Catching himself before crashing into it, he finished the maneuver and settled himself down to the seat and looked up at her. She was beautiful (as always), though he could tell her morning had been quite hectic. He'd thought about postponing the meeting, but he didn't know if he'd have the nerve to replay this conversation in his head again.

He nodded at her words and gave a wan smile as she explained she'd once again saved the wizarding world from a geographic crisis and remembered the joke she used when she too was a bit frazzled.

He patted the bench next to him to indicate he'd like her to sit next to him. Replacing the fob in his waistcoat's button hole, he spoke. "Krel, I have something I want to talk to you about that's rather important."

“Everything ok? “ she asked reaching out to grab for his arm to steady him, only he caught himself before she could reach him. She pulled her hands back and clasped them together in front of her.

He wanted to talk? She hesitated a moment, turning to look at the duck on the water before she sat down next to Edward. Stating you needed to talk about something wasn’t a good sign. Was he upset with her? Did she do something wrong? Worse, did he meet someone else? It would explain his bizarre behavior lately. She sat stiffly next to him, crossing her feet at the ankles.

Yep, she definitely wished she had postponed this meeting. She’d rather deal with a grumpy and half-crazed German screaming Emissary. “Is something wrong? Wait- I know what this is about." Krel sighed. "You're mad because I couldn't make the orientation with you at the ministry. Look I told you I was sorry, but Ebberkirk pulled me into that negotiation and I couldn't get away. I tried. I really did." Krel clasped her fingers together tightly in her lap. Sometimes her boss, Ebberkirk, became demanding and no amount of sweet talking, prior plans, or arguing with the man changed his mind. She still felt terrible for having to cancel on Edward last minute.

06-27-2016, 09:42 PM	#409 (permalink)
Krel Ansell Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Krel’s not that scary! Quote: Originally Posted by Edward Penguin SPOILER!!: Mediator of Wizarding Peace As she hurried down the path, dragon hide heels clacking as she walked, she wanted to scream. Krel was running late and the thing she hated the most in the world was being late to things. It made her crazy and an embarrassed. Why today, of all days, did the German Ambassador need the contracts regarding cauldron densities? And why did her assistant not have them filed properly? It should not have taken 3 hours for her to receive the paperwork on cauldrons! For that matter, why had Edward insist they meet exactly at noon? He hadn’t been in the best of moods the last couple times she’d been able to see him, and she doubted her running late would help his mood. She just hoped he wouldn’t be in such a sour mood today. She her hair was half-falling out of a hastily pleated braid. She turned a corner on the path that led to the lake and then stopped, trying to catch her breath and make sure she didn’t look as haggard as she felt. Last night had been a rough one with dad. It hadn’t helped that Uncle Ian had showed up out of the blue after 15 years to say hello. Apparently he hadn’t gotten the memo that Adian was the fritz. It’d taken her roughly 30 minutes to get her father to stop yelling at the other male. Whatever their past history had been, Krel was obviously oblivious to it. Maybe Uncle Hayden or Aunt Gabbie would be able to shed some light on it, she thought She tried to push the memory of the two older men yelling at each other out of her mind as she came upon the pond. It didn’t take her long to locate Edward. He was busy pacing and fidgeting. Oh no, she thought fearing the worst. He’s crabby again. Maybe she should have sent a note to post-pone their lunch date. But it was too late now! Sucking in a breath, she put on a smile as she walked up to him. “Hi,” she said trying her best to sound chipper and not worn out or tired. “Sorry I’m late. There was a problem with an international cauldron shipment. Apparently it’s the end of the world peace as we know it.” Yep, that was a lame international relations joke… Edward glanced at the duck that was slowing it's descent to land as gracefully as possible on the surface of the pond. He pondered whether to disturb it with a pebble before returning to the conversation playing in his head. He knew what he wanted to say, but not how he wanted say it. The fob twisted between his thumb and forefinger for what must have been the hundredth time. He was so used to the mannerism it didn't even register in his mind as an involuntary movement. He felt a few beads of sweat on his forehead and reached into his pocket for the golden covered handkerchief and wiped his head. Returning the kerchief to his pocket he touched the fob again. He was so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the sound of her heels as she approached the bench. It quite startled him actually and the sound of her apology caused him to fall backwards onto the bench. Catching himself before crashing into it, he finished the maneuver and settled himself down to the seat and looked up at her. She was beautiful (as always), though he could tell her morning had been quite hectic. He'd thought about postponing the meeting, but he didn't know if he'd have the nerve to replay this conversation in his head again. He nodded at her words and gave a wan smile as she explained she'd once again saved the wizarding world from a geographic crisis and remembered the joke she used when she too was a bit frazzled. He patted the bench next to him to indicate he'd like her to sit next to him. Replacing the fob in his waistcoat's button hole, he spoke. "Krel, I have something I want to talk to you about that's rather important." “Everything ok? “ she asked reaching out to grab for his arm to steady him, only he caught himself before she could reach him. She pulled her hands back and clasped them together in front of her. He wanted to talk? She hesitated a moment, turning to look at the duck on the water before she sat down next to Edward. Stating you needed to talk about something wasn’t a good sign. Was he upset with her? Did she do something wrong? Worse, did he meet someone else? It would explain his bizarre behavior lately. She sat stiffly next to him, crossing her feet at the ankles. Yep, she definitely wished she had postponed this meeting. She’d rather deal with a grumpy and half-crazed German screaming Emissary. “Is something wrong? Wait- I know what this is about." Krel sighed. "You're mad because I couldn't make the orientation with you at the ministry. Look I told you I was sorry, but Ebberkirk pulled me into that negotiation and I couldn't get away. I tried. I really did." Krel clasped her fingers together tightly in her lap. Sometimes her boss, Ebberkirk, became demanding and no amount of sweet talking, prior plans, or arguing with the man changed his mind. She still felt terrible for having to cancel on Edward last minute. __________________ Last edited by Krel Ansell; 06-28-2016 at 02:34 AM.