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SilverTiger · 11-17-2018, 08:44 AM

One thing that couldn’t be said was that work hadn’t been interesting. Bryony was infinitely grateful that the former minister had been removed from office, but it hadn’t made anything easier on Level 2. Training only occupied part of her day, and while most of the Ministry had been closed, she and her fellow Aurors hadn’t exactly had a lot of downtime. Not that she’d expected it, nor would she have ever said she wanted it. She’d known what she’d been signing up for, way back when she’d first started on her path, and it amused her to pretend that now she’d helped train others. If one duel counted as helping with training.

She might’ve slipped into a restroom on her way down to the cocktail hour to change into something a bit more fitting for a cocktail party, yet still aware that anything could pull her away. Honestly, all she expected was to mingle a bit, meet the new heads and such…and possibly get a few seconds to spend with her boyfriend if he showed up. Until then, she’d meandered over in the direction of the group near said new Minister, idly picking up a shortbread cookie and tying with it as she listened to the conversations going on. And giving Alexa the slightest of nods of acknowledgment as she saw her, as well.

Parties weren’t exactly Dylan’s thing, even lowkey parties, and yet she always knew she’d get through them. It was just a matter of getting past her nerves, which was amusing to think about. She’d never really had an issue with being around people, but this had so much more meaning than anything she’d been dragged to before her father had retired from his Quidditch career. This was her first real event as an adult, not counting the several times she’d met with various members of Aramis’ family. This was going to be her career, however long she managed to stick with it (although she was just the tiniest bit relieved that she wasn’t going to be working directly with her eventual father-in-law)

She wasn’t expecting to hide, either, not in the bright yellow dress she’d chosen to wear. It wasn’t too formal, even if she expected her feet to be hurting before long. She knew impressions were important, and she’d held her head high as she’d walked into the food court, noticing the people who were there. At least she wasn’t entirely overdressed.

Either way, she couldn’t just stand there and stare at people. Although, really, she hadn’t actually expected to recognize people either. Former professors, even, as she counted at least two who fit that description. One of which she’d actually expected, once she’d really looked at the owl that had informed her of her hiring and realized the name that had been inscribed at the end. Conversely, she hardly expected to be recognized, heading over toward the drink table and picking up a glass of rosé. Just in case, she wasn’t risking a stain on her dress.

11-17-2018, 08:44 AM	#17 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,294 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurora Barrington Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nico Diggory-Keighley Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Annika Owens-Byrne Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Noa LeCourt Gryffindor Sixth Year x5 x3	mention of Alexa and the Minister/vague mentions of Airey, Laurel and maybe Maddox xD Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict One thing that couldn’t be said was that work hadn’t been interesting. Bryony was infinitely grateful that the former minister had been removed from office, but it hadn’t made anything easier on Level 2. Training only occupied part of her day, and while most of the Ministry had been closed, she and her fellow Aurors hadn’t exactly had a lot of downtime. Not that she’d expected it, nor would she have ever said she wanted it. She’d known what she’d been signing up for, way back when she’d first started on her path, and it amused her to pretend that now she’d helped train others. If one duel counted as helping with training. She might’ve slipped into a restroom on her way down to the cocktail hour to change into something a bit more fitting for a cocktail party, yet still aware that anything could pull her away. Honestly, all she expected was to mingle a bit, meet the new heads and such…and possibly get a few seconds to spend with her boyfriend if he showed up. Until then, she’d meandered over in the direction of the group near said new Minister, idly picking up a shortbread cookie and tying with it as she listened to the conversations going on. And giving Alexa the slightest of nods of acknowledgment as she saw her, as well. Parties weren’t exactly Dylan’s thing, even lowkey parties, and yet she always knew she’d get through them. It was just a matter of getting past her nerves, which was amusing to think about. She’d never really had an issue with being around people, but this had so much more meaning than anything she’d been dragged to before her father had retired from his Quidditch career. This was her first real event as an adult, not counting the several times she’d met with various members of Aramis’ family. This was going to be her career, however long she managed to stick with it (although she was just the tiniest bit relieved that she wasn’t going to be working directly with her eventual father-in-law) She wasn’t expecting to hide, either, not in the bright yellow dress she’d chosen to wear. It wasn’t too formal, even if she expected her feet to be hurting before long. She knew impressions were important, and she’d held her head high as she’d walked into the food court, noticing the people who were there. At least she wasn’t entirely overdressed. Either way, she couldn’t just stand there and stare at people. Although, really, she hadn’t actually expected to recognize people either. Former professors, even, as she counted at least two who fit that description. One of which she’d actually expected, once she’d really looked at the owl that had informed her of her hiring and realized the name that had been inscribed at the end. Conversely, she hardly expected to be recognized, heading over toward the drink table and picking up a glass of rosé. Just in case, she wasn’t risking a stain on her dress. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥