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Right. That man. Airey had never liked the man and had always felt what could only be described as the heebee jeebies. He had found Miss Cambridge's interest in the man unhealthy back then, and it seemed as though that admiration had not lessened all that much in the years that had followed. He had no proof, but Airey had the gut wrenching suspicion that that man was behind his missing tie...
"I was suddenly inspired by an idea, Miss Cambridge," the astronomer all but sang as he rocked back briefly on his heels. "Bid on yourself. There isn't anything in any of the paperwork that I saw that prohibits you from doing so." Sure, it would look a bit peculiar but it was a perfectly acceptable loophole.
Alerted to Emmerson's presence, Airey smiled a bit as he knelt down to be more eye level with her. This was still a thought that made his skin want to crawl right off his bones, his students procreating, but his own step into fatherhood had helped him feel a little less...some sort of way about it all.
"Did you really? That's two down and three more to go then." So proud. SO proud. "No no no..not for sale. Just some of her time is," he explained with some ease. "My name is on there as well. People are trying to win the chance to spend some time with your .......... " On sweet solstice, he had to use THAT word in reference to Miss Cambridge. His face nearly contorted in agony at the mere thought. "........mommy."
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He continued to gently stroke the tawny owl's chest as he spoke with the three ladies, it helped keep the owl calm as well as keep the man's hand occupied so it did not drum somewhere on his thigh or stomach.
"This is Furmgoat," he smiled as he introduced the owl to the woman - who had called him sir and that made him feel like a stuffy bloke rather than one with a bohemian soul. "I suggest a trip to Eeylops Owl Emporium if you are in the business for owl ownership." Always willing to promote a fell shop owner.
That silver number on the other woman was...something. It was a bit hard not to stare, but he prided himself on not being that sort of fellow and so he turned his gaze back to the owl perched on his shoulder for a bit of a palate cleanser. "Zachaël Lufkin," he introduced in return, offering his hand - the one that had just been caressing his owl - to her for a shake. "Delyth...that's Welsh, is it not?"
He caught Rebecca's glance from across the room and lifted his glass to her...though she seemed engrossed in other conversation and it would be rude of him to leave his present company when he had only just arrived.
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Initially, Charles was unaware at the enthuasiastic approach belonging to his new Junior Undersecretary and instead his attention easily remained with Conley and Miss Swan. Though, yes, if Charles were the sort to wear lipstick it would end up smeared on cheeks. And likely his own teeth as well.
"Magic carpet racing? Really?" The Minister hadn't meant to sound as surprised as he sounded, but this was the first he had heard about this and he ventured a curious glance towards Victoria for her to handle things. It...did not bode well with him that somehow he found himself out of the loop within his own Ministry. Really needed to get those interdepartmental memos fixed...or instill new regulations on delivering things in person. Bit of additional exercise for all went with the Wellness Programme anyway. "Public relations though, that's an exciting field."
And then his own shoulders tensed when the young lady brought up, of all topics, Thaddius and the comforting gesture of patting Victoria's hand was entirely subconscious. Yes, this was most certainly not the time to bring that up...even with the best of intentions. So he was a bit too eager to pull her aside for that beverage now.
Though before he could do so, there were a few people he needed to diplomatically maneuver. "Ah you flatter an old man too much, Mr. Kim," he chuckled. It felt a bit...odd to refer to him as Jonathan, though that most certainly the name he had heard most often. Well, that and Jon Jon but he would most certainly never be uttering that aloud. "No need to be thanking my or my staff. When a qualified applicant presents themselves, we would be daft not to hire them," he added with a bit of a wink.
It was the flash of a spell being cast that caught the Minister's attention next and his reflexes already had his hand moving towards his wand holster when any knee-jerk concerns were laid to rest as he saw his new Junior Undersecretary quite literally chasing down a boy who he presumed to be his son. Oh, well, perhaps they should have made it more clear that this was not the best setting for children...though he had seen Alexa around here somewhere with her own daughter. Charles was hardly one to deny a child any sort of experience, however, so it was a thought easily dismissed. His wand hand steadying, Charles smoothed the fabric of his golden vest and tucked his thumb inside the pocket as he addressed the pair. "You need to get that enthusiasm a leash, Glitter Puff," the man chortled as he offered the young man in question a bit of a wave.
Not really. Charles thought leashes for children were terrible in concept. He was not particularly fond of leashes in general and had never once put them on the Shiba Inu he and Yukie had kept.
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