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SilverTiger · 02-20-2019, 07:51 AM

If she’d thought last year at the Ministry was awkward, somehow Dylan felt she’d been proven wrong. Knowing that neither her father nor her new father-in-law were particularly at peace with her and Aramis’ decision to get married last fall was still foremost in her mind as she’d made her way through the department toward the Decompression Chamber at the appointed time for the meeting called by Flamsteed. The saving grace to the whole matter was that the Encephalon incident was in the past now, so at least her inner turmoil wasn’t added to by her guilt over having been present for that and yet somehow saved from the possession. At least one thing was going, if not right, in that direction.

It seemed everyone was congregating at the vending machine, so the blonde young woman headed that way as well. “Good day Mr. Flamsteed, Laurel… Major,” she said as she came up alongside the three. Immensely grateful for the fact Laurel had mentioned the other man’s name and therefore prevented the awkwardness of her having needed to ask.

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SilverTiger MO & DMAC Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,152 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sable Ileana Armstrong Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry RPG Name: Skye Tamerlane Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Jemma McCrae Minister's Office x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict If she’d thought last year at the Ministry was awkward, somehow Dylan felt she’d been proven wrong. Knowing that neither her father nor her new father-in-law were particularly at peace with her and Aramis’ decision to get married last fall was still foremost in her mind as she’d made her way through the department toward the Decompression Chamber at the appointed time for the meeting called by Flamsteed. The saving grace to the whole matter was that the Encephalon incident was in the past now, so at least her inner turmoil wasn’t added to by her guilt over having been present for that and yet somehow saved from the possession. At least one thing was going, if not right, in that direction. It seemed everyone was congregating at the vending machine, so the blonde young woman headed that way as well. “Good day Mr. Flamsteed, Laurel… Major,” she said as she came up alongside the three. Immensely grateful for the fact Laurel had mentioned the other man’s name and therefore prevented the awkwardness of her having needed to ask. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥