 Minister, Ryder, Ronan, Owen and Chloe Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - ❄ Lunar Library Lurker ❄ - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror
Notice anything in particular?
Simon had become aware of a presence before him, but hadn’t glanced at him until the question. The older man in question was new to him in person but he had had some heads up. He took his job as head of security and thus made a point to be aware of new employees, especially those in high places like his new boss. “Nothing that raises red flags,” he remarked, something that gave him a bit of relief on the matter of the evening.
It was just then when he heard his name being bellowed across the room and in front of the entire assembled staff. It was just enough warning for his attention to be drawn back to the minister before said man caught him in a tight hug, nearly lifting him up off the ground with its intensity. Not an easy task for her despite Simon being on the willowy size. The security man did his best not to react too wildly at the surprising reaction to his presence. No doubt Hollingberry had made sure that everyone in a certain radius was now fully paying attention to the two of them.
The center of attention…not where Simon liked to be.
“Good evening, Minister,” he greeted when he could get a word in. “Um…sixteen,” he mused, trying to think back to the time in question with him and Kurumi before catching the next statement and winching at the topic. Uggg ghost possessions were still very much his least favorite memory of growing up. Simon simply nodded, not even paying attention to the strapping question, then grateful for the more pleasant topic of children that the older man had switched to in his familiar ramblings. “Two actually.”
His and Angelina’s happy brood.
His eyes briefly darted to the young man who had joined the fray, talking to Ryder while he was occupied with the Minister. Ah….so Carter had made an appearance, Simon just a tad skeptical about the new YATI given who his mother was. No one quite got under his skin like one Roxanne Carter and the way Ronan’s words about his relationship to Minister Hollingberry came out, the security man had a feeling the younger Carter wouldn’t be much better.
Tart?
Cassie turned at the voice, realizing she was being offered said tart from someone around his age holding a plate of them out to her. “Um…thanks,” she said, offering a polite smile as she took one from the plate. “Cassie…Portkey Manufacturing.” Did she know this Owen…the Ravenclaw trying to place name and face.
Oh look…there was a friendly face, the young woman spotting Chloe across the room. At least she was another transportation person here at the cocktail party.
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