04-23-2020, 12:56 AM
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| Mooncalf
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Text Cut: Topanga and Marcel Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga  Manners? She wasn't saying he didn't have any, but if he insisted she just lt it go, "I'm Topanga." Yep that was her name and no she wasn't named after some muggle tv show character yes she was. International Cooperation, that sounded so important and official, which made her feel a bit awkward about the papers now. This was fully official business, wasn't.
ALRIGHT, ANY HELP NOW!!
Topanga looked around the office and wondered if it was time to go home or something, it was never this dead and now she needed someone and there was no one. She was in the right place now, she hoped, but now where to find said files.
"Well hopefully they will be right in here." Was she allowed to even be in these files? Shrugging she opened them and it seemed to be her lucky day because there were portkey files here, but which ones were correct.
"What are the dates you are looking for again?" Quote:
Originally Posted by love-for-HP Marcel was tired and he wanted to go home. It had been a long day with teeny boppers with their apiration tests today ... most he had to fail. What was it with kids these days? Did they even train, didn't they even try. Marcel stopped dead in his tracks ... it was official ... he sounded like his dad ... he needed to get out more, go do hip and cool things .. yeah .. maybe the casino!!!
Marcel was about to walk out of the department when he heard some conversations in the back, were people normally here this late?? He doubted it, strolling in to see what the commotion was about he saw his a few people he didn't recognize .. or maybe he did ... did the woman seem familiar .. did he know her from some where? However, one thing was for sure, neither of them seemed to know what they were looking for .. maybe they were trying to steal information.
"Anything I can help you guys find?" Marcel asked fully entering the room. ”Nice to meet you Topanga,” he said feeling no less self-conscious about the fact that nobody in the Ministry knew him. In fact, when coupled with the feeling that he had been being followed for the past few months, it made him down-right depressed. He could probably disappear and the only one who would miss him would be his husband. Which remined him, he really needed to go and talk to the Minister about that…because the big ‘official wedding’ was coming up and well, um…yeah…they were going to need to find a replacement for the British Ambassador to India.
He was rubbing that spot between his eyes again when Topanga pulled open another drawer. His faith in her ability to find the files he needed was slipping with each open and closed drawer. ”Hmmm? Oh…the last ten years. So,” he was doing the math when another person walked up. ”2091 through toda-“ he stopped talking, eyes darting between the two, because now he was wondering if Topanga did, indeed, work in this department at all.
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