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**Duncan Williams** · 06-02-2017, 11:28 PM

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Originally Posted by Melanie Williams

Melanie Williams kept her enemies close and her purse closer. Tonight, at least, she had it tucked snugly under her arm because within held a few surprises, both of which would amused her brother. She waited for him in the eating area, apparently called the "Dining Saloon." It made her think of the wild west and not a boat, but that was all right. What did they have for dinner, then? Circe, they had a ton! Her eyes glazed over the menu briefly before going to collect a plate and fill it with a shrimp pesto pasta. She had dessert covered, but the dessert table still called to her like a haunting ex.

"Hurry up, Duncan," she muttered to herself, careful not to include any words in her vocabulary that would cause alarm to younger students. It was hard being an adult with a school full of children sometimes. The porcelain dining-ware was beautiful. Melanie knew her grandmother would have tried to sneak some of out in her purse; her mother would have been appalled at her mother-in-law. Melanie chuckled at the thoughts, remembering what feisty ladies she had come from. Grandma, I might just steal a plate for you tonight. She would see how much room her expanded purse would allow.

Mocktails would only make her sad, so she got a citrus tea punch, a big glass of it. It was delicious. Melanie nodded in approval.

For once in his life, Duncan Williams was impressed. He entered, looking both sharp and stylish in his suit, and took a moment to appreciate the grandeur of the place. The word exquisite came to mind, followed almost immediately by elegant and fanciful. He had to admit: the Board of Governors had done a remarkable job. Pity Hogwarts couldn't keep up.

The Potions Master walked down the steps and towards the Dining Saloon first. Why it was called a Saloon of all things, he didn't know and he didn't care to know. The meaning of the word might have been general but there was no point in denying that it had some connotations to the Western culture. Even he, a Southern American, knew this well. It was a shame because the rest of the place looked almost flawless.

This was high praise, indeed.

Grabbing a plate, Duncan let his nose decide on some beef chilli, a paella rice dish and, of course, a mocktail. The man was more than comfortable with his sexuality to care about how unmanly this drinks choice was. He also had more pressing matters on his hands, like looking for Melanie through the dim lighting that the hosts had decided would be appropriate in a situation like this.

Once he'd wandered around and spotted the twin, he meandered over and helped himself to a seat. If she was waiting for someone else, then it was tough luck for them. "Not stealing anything, I hope, Mel." He shot her a smirk as he picked up a fork and a knife to dig into his beef chilli.

06-02-2017, 11:28 PM	#5 (permalink)
Duncan Williams Puffskein Join Date: May 2017 Posts: 1,026	Quote: Originally Posted by Melanie Williams Melanie Williams kept her enemies close and her purse closer. Tonight, at least, she had it tucked snugly under her arm because within held a few surprises, both of which would amused her brother. She waited for him in the eating area, apparently called the "Dining Saloon." It made her think of the wild west and not a boat, but that was all right. What did they have for dinner, then? Circe, they had a ton! Her eyes glazed over the menu briefly before going to collect a plate and fill it with a shrimp pesto pasta. She had dessert covered, but the dessert table still called to her like a haunting ex. "Hurry up, Duncan," she muttered to herself, careful not to include any words in her vocabulary that would cause alarm to younger students. It was hard being an adult with a school full of children sometimes. The porcelain dining-ware was beautiful. Melanie knew her grandmother would have tried to sneak some of out in her purse; her mother would have been appalled at her mother-in-law. Melanie chuckled at the thoughts, remembering what feisty ladies she had come from. Grandma, I might just steal a plate for you tonight. She would see how much room her expanded purse would allow. Mocktails would only make her sad, so she got a citrus tea punch, a big glass of it. It was delicious. Melanie nodded in approval. For once in his life, Duncan Williams was impressed. He entered, looking both sharp and stylish in his suit, and took a moment to appreciate the grandeur of the place. The word exquisite came to mind, followed almost immediately by elegant and fanciful. He had to admit: the Board of Governors had done a remarkable job. Pity Hogwarts couldn't keep up. The Potions Master walked down the steps and towards the Dining Saloon first. Why it was called a Saloon of all things, he didn't know and he didn't care to know. The meaning of the word might have been general but there was no point in denying that it had some connotations to the Western culture. Even he, a Southern American, knew this well. It was a shame because the rest of the place looked almost flawless. This was high praise, indeed. Grabbing a plate, Duncan let his nose decide on some beef chilli, a paella rice dish and, of course, a mocktail. The man was more than comfortable with his sexuality to care about how unmanly this drinks choice was. He also had more pressing matters on his hands, like looking for Melanie through the dim lighting that the hosts had decided would be appropriate in a situation like this. Once he'd wandered around and spotted the twin, he meandered over and helped himself to a seat. If she was waiting for someone else, then it was tough luck for them. "Not stealing anything, I hope, Mel." He shot her a smirk as he picked up a fork and a knife to dig into his beef chilli. __________________