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Emzily · 06-17-2021, 06:32 AM

This was already overwhelming. The bearded man lingered outside and considered not turning up to the event, but anxiety of missing something important, or meeting people that could benefit his career crept in. Who’d have ever thought Theodore Kinsley would have ended up working at the Ministry of Magic? He had to admit that he was feeling proud of himself, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Wearing some of the smartest threads he owned, Theodore entered the Atrium, absolutely gutted that he was one of the early ones. He let out a pretty audible grunt, which he turned into clearing his throat, as he quickly glanced at the stalls. He couldn’t even think about food at the moment without wanting to throw up.

Perhaps he’d decorate his own mug. As he headed over, he passed the fountain where someone else was situated. “Morning.” He greeted (Alexander), quickly, before looking around for any familiar face. Kat? Bliss? ANYONE.

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Emzily DMAC& DMGS Abraxan Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: UK Posts: 25,073 Hogwarts RPG Name: Molly Wyndham #cf4269 Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Solomon Duck Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Cosima Plumb Accidents & Catastrophes Ministry RPG Name: Theodore Alvin Kinsley Games & Sports x5 x2	Raspberry Jam \| #ChocolateFrogFamous \| Ultimate Fangirl This was already overwhelming. The bearded man lingered outside and considered not turning up to the event, but anxiety of missing something important, or meeting people that could benefit his career crept in. Who’d have ever thought Theodore Kinsley would have ended up working at the Ministry of Magic? He had to admit that he was feeling proud of himself, a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time. Wearing some of the smartest threads he owned, Theodore entered the Atrium, absolutely gutted that he was one of the early ones. He let out a pretty audible grunt, which he turned into clearing his throat, as he quickly glanced at the stalls. He couldn’t even think about food at the moment without wanting to throw up. Perhaps he’d decorate his own mug. As he headed over, he passed the fountain where someone else was situated. “Morning.” He greeted (Alexander), quickly, before looking around for any familiar face. Kat? Bliss? ANYONE. __________________ your eyes are swallowing me____________________ _______mirrors start to whisper, shadows start to sing