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Waddles · 03-05-2021, 06:19 PM

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Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl

She was finishing up another set of reps when someone else entered the room. One of last year's newest group of YATI.

"Melo," Penelope said, giving him a nod in greeting. She didn't know him well, but he seemed decent enough from what she could tell last year. 'Course, last year had been far different than this one. Or it had seemed that way, until this year revealed that those people were lurking in the shadows the whole time. And so people who might have seemed decent last year had revealed that they weren't in reality.

Hard to tell if that applied to him yet. He didn't seem to bask in the glory of the so-called "greater good," so either he was good at hiding it, or he actually was decent in her eyes.

Time would tell.

She didn't like this though, doubting her colleagues. Despite the whole constant vigilance and wariness that came with this career, the people in her department were supposed to be people she could trust. Yet another thing to add to her ever growing list of reasons why the new regime was terrible.

With that thought, she got back into another set of reps, cross punching the bag.

Gabriel didn't usually like to disrupt others' exercising. It was one of those things where, sometimes he could talk and exercise at the same time, but he had to be mentally prepared for it. So he assumed others felt the same. And today he had not mentally prepared to talk and exercise at the same time. But...he also hadn't mentally prepared to ride a stationary bike, so he whirled the machine for a few minutes in silence after the Real Auror--Grimm? Was that her name? He thought so.

But then he stopped spinning, and glanced in the direction of the Auror and the punching bag whilst he worked up the courage to actually ask his question. It was a little nerve-wracking, as he didn't want to become a punching bag, literally or metaphorically.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt--" he began, still sitting on the stationary bike with one leg on the pedal and the other dangling awkwardly. "Is, is it always like this? With everyone on edge? And angry?" He hadn't forgotten the hullabaloo at the gala.

He had only been in London for a little over a year, after all. Maybe there was always this...uncomfortableness in a society that lived so closely with Muggles. He knew his grandparents hadn't really liked Muggles, they'd even wanted his family to disown his older brother, but only a very small percent of his life had been spent in cities with large Muggle populations. He did not quite understand why some wizards didn't like them.

03-05-2021, 06:19 PM	#12 (permalink)
Waddles DMGS & DMLE Re'em Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 19,555 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sophia Svensson #556B2F Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Kenneth Mills #666F26 Hufflepuff Third Year Games & Sports Ministry RPG Name: Gabriel Hawthorne-Melo #47316F Law Enforcement	Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE! Quote: Originally Posted by AlwaysSnapesGirl She was finishing up another set of reps when someone else entered the room. One of last year's newest group of YATI. "Melo," Penelope said, giving him a nod in greeting. She didn't know him well, but he seemed decent enough from what she could tell last year. 'Course, last year had been far different than this one. Or it had seemed that way, until this year revealed that those people were lurking in the shadows the whole time. And so people who might have seemed decent last year had revealed that they weren't in reality. Hard to tell if that applied to him yet. He didn't seem to bask in the glory of the so-called "greater good," so either he was good at hiding it, or he actually was decent in her eyes. Time would tell. She didn't like this though, doubting her colleagues. Despite the whole constant vigilance and wariness that came with this career, the people in her department were supposed to be people she could trust. Yet another thing to add to her ever growing list of reasons why the new regime was terrible. With that thought, she got back into another set of reps, cross punching the bag. Gabriel didn't usually like to disrupt others' exercising. It was one of those things where, sometimes he could talk and exercise at the same time, but he had to be mentally prepared for it. So he assumed others felt the same. And today he had not mentally prepared to talk and exercise at the same time. But...he also hadn't mentally prepared to ride a stationary bike, so he whirled the machine for a few minutes in silence after the Real Auror--Grimm? Was that her name? He thought so. But then he stopped spinning, and glanced in the direction of the Auror and the punching bag whilst he worked up the courage to actually ask his question. It was a little nerve-wracking, as he didn't want to become a punching bag, literally or metaphorically. "Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt--" he began, still sitting on the stationary bike with one leg on the pedal and the other dangling awkwardly. "Is, is it always like this? With everyone on edge? And angry?" He hadn't forgotten the hullabaloo at the gala. He had only been in London for a little over a year, after all. Maybe there was always this...uncomfortableness in a society that lived so closely with Muggles. He knew his grandparents hadn't really liked Muggles, they'd even wanted his family to disown his older brother, but only a very small percent of his life had been spent in cities with large Muggle populations. He did not quite understand why some wizards didn't like them. __________________