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sweetpinkpixie · 08-12-2019, 10:04 AM

SPOILER!!: bio @ brief

How convenient that his dark to map decision making had pinpointed to France for the weekend even before Mama Stemp had told him about this event. The only downside was that seeing as this was a formal event there was a certain dress code he had to maintain, especially as a representative of Stemp House. Though his students there were no stranger to tromping around outside with him sans a shirt, he was certain that the owners of this opulent estate would not take so well to the sight...nor find his offer of educating them to the live teething around the flower beds compensation.

So he was here with his white button up shirt, the top three left UNbuttoned (thank you), and khakis. Hopefully the sandals would not offend anyone, it was either these or barefoot or sneakers or his tuxedo shoe.

...how did people live like this though?

The sheer size of the walls was complete madness and had him removing his circular spectacles for the fourth time since their arrival by portkey to polish the lens on his shirt before slipping them back over the bridge of his nose. "Impressive tower of macaroons they have over there," he mused to the blonde on his arm, ignorant to the fact that he confused the two cookies. He may be a polyglot, but anything that had to do with cooking and baking were entirely different languages.

Why his own cooking was reserved for Cup 'o Noodles when others were not offering to cook him decent meals.

"That's Jordan," he explained as he nodded his head to the dusty blonde and offered a small wave in his direction. "I'll have to introduce you to Ma--- Lorelai. Did I tell you that we are collaborating on a children's book? I'll be doing the illustrations to her story. Still very much a work in progress but my next weekend retreat to wherever the darts dictate ought to be the opportune time to make a proper dent in things."

Where was the woman of the hour? Or their distinguished host for that matter. He probably should start by thanking them both for the invitation before he got too settled in anywhere.

08-12-2019, 10:04 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic DoM & MO Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,358 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry RPG Name: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Employee: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	5. You can't use the word “said” in your post. astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: bio @ brief looks like: Vic Zeno \| posts like Georgia in #B28647/cappuccino Name: Victor García Massey Known as: Victor, Vic DoB: someday in November 2070 (he doesn't know and picks arbitrarily every year) Heritage: pureblood School: Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Thunderbird) Boggart: a desk with stacks of papers on it and a necktie hanging off the chair Patronus: incorporeal only Occupation: WU Athens \| Cryptozoology & Wandlore TA ; freelance illustrator ; Stemp House part-time specialist/instructor Current residence: a flat in Athens Personality quirks: sleeps in a sleeping back on the floor - never in a bed; fusses with his glasses when thinking or anxious; proud of and takes good care of his hair and eyebrows; a 'generic Gary' according to some; prefers to not wear a shirt when possible (hates collars and button ups); essentially lives out of his backpack which he has had since he was 13 (patches on it are from fabrics bought in local markets along his travels) Hobbies: wanderlusting & cliff diving Attending with: Minerva Darling How convenient that his dark to map decision making had pinpointed to France for the weekend even before Mama Stemp had told him about this event. The only downside was that seeing as this was a formal event there was a certain dress code he had to maintain, especially as a representative of Stemp House. Though his students there were no stranger to tromping around outside with him sans a shirt, he was certain that the owners of this opulent estate would not take so well to the sight...nor find his offer of educating them to the live teething around the flower beds compensation. So he was here with his white button up shirt, the top three left UNbuttoned (thank you), and khakis. Hopefully the sandals would not offend anyone, it was either these or barefoot or sneakers or his tuxedo shoe. ...how did people live like this though? The sheer size of the walls was complete madness and had him removing his circular spectacles for the fourth time since their arrival by portkey to polish the lens on his shirt before slipping them back over the bridge of his nose. "Impressive tower of macaroons they have over there," he mused to the blonde on his arm, ignorant to the fact that he confused the two cookies. He may be a polyglot, but anything that had to do with cooking and baking were entirely different languages. Why his own cooking was reserved for Cup 'o Noodles when others were not offering to cook him decent meals. "That's Jordan," he explained as he nodded his head to the dusty blonde and offered a small wave in his direction. "I'll have to introduce you to Ma--- Lorelai. Did I tell you that we are collaborating on a children's book? I'll be doing the illustrations to her story. Still very much a work in progress but my next weekend retreat to wherever the darts dictate ought to be the opportune time to make a proper dent in things." Where was the woman of the hour? Or their distinguished host for that matter. He probably should start by thanking them both for the invitation before he got too settled in anywhere. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes