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Katja smiled at Emily. Oh, so her daughter was into fashion? That was something the blonde Danish witch understood all too well! She shook her head at he colleagues's question however. "I'm afraid not," she replied. "All my family is back in Denmark, and my nieces and nephews are too young to attend Hogwarts." The closest to school-age was Georg, but that was still two years away. It was a shame, too! It would've been nice if she had a relative who knew Emily's daughter. Maybe she could convince her brother to send his children to Hogwarts...
She couldn't help but notice some tension between Ms. Valentine and Miss Roa. Personally she was more inclined to side with Emily, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Making enemies with a Division Head wouldn't help her rise through the ranks. So she took out her compact and busied herself by re-applying her lipstick, choosing to ignore their exchange.
Katja looked up as she heard Mr. Delacroix say her name. No, thank you, sir. There was no way she was going first; then someone could easily come along and beat her and that would look bad! She as just going to hang back and watch for now, calculating how far the other planes went so she would know how far to send her own and show everyone up. "Oh, I couldn't possibly, sir!" she said. "After you, I insist." At least she already knew how far she'd have to send her plane to beat the department head... and she probably didn't have to worry about Mr. Reed beating her. She couldn't help but notice his plane hit him in the face when he threw it. Katja smiled a little when Mr. Delacroix mentioned a day off for the winner, but that was unnecessary; the only prize she was interested in was bragging rights.
A perfectly arched eyebrow raised slightly when Mr. Taylor offered the intruder a slice of pizza. That was... unexpectedly kind of him! Katja wasn't quite sure what to make of that. She watched the exchange silently, and her attitude toward the visitor changed somewhat when she saw her leave with Mr. Delacroix and Mr. Taylor. It seemed the stranger had managed to distract Katja's least favorite person in the department, at least for the time being, so she could forgive the etiquette faux pas this time.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |