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Text Cut: Alexander and Theodore Quote:
Originally Posted by Mugglemad  Alexander smiled at Conley 'Thank you this looks delicious" he was wasnt going to mention about the burnt parts as he could tell that Conley was nervous and it was Alexander's first day. Quote:
Originally Posted by Emzily Theodore eyed the burnt pancake that Conley placed onto Alexander’s plate. Uhhh… he thought the ministers pancakes looked much better. Still, he offered the man an encouraging smile. When Charles wasn’t looking Conley reached over and snagged one of the fancy pancakes he made and slipped it onto Alexander’s plate. And yes, he did catch that look from you Mr. Fancy Beard (Theordore). Not everyone was a top chief, alright? And not everyone could grow a beard like that. Conley found himself wondering if he could and more importantly if Sachin would like it. He stole another pancake from Charles and tossed it on Mr. Fancy Beard’s plate. ”Enjoy!” Text Cut: Jane Quote:
Originally Posted by MadAlice [color="RoyalBlue"]Jane's attention was abruptly drawn back to Conley as he mentioned her recent trip. She was a little surprised that he would mention it here; it was something she hadn't wanted to draw attention to. On the other hand, Conley might be right in treating it openly, as just a casual holiday. "Oh, you know how lovely Europe is during the holidays. It was a nice outing before I start on my new project this year. And how about our friend from the Pet and Plant Cafe?" she continued, looking from Conley to Sachin and back again. "Was he allowed to come home with you?" Jane, for some reason, really wished for that cat to have found a home. He didn't seem that taken with her, or she would have adopted him herself.
Jane looked down at her plate and contemplated the partial pancake, which managed to be both burnt and underdone all at once--it did not look like it would help her portkey-lag. Perhaps if she put some jam in it and rolled it up like a German pancake. Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 [color=#66B447] Sachin really had no idea why Jane kept referring to Conley by his surname. Weren’t the two friends? He caught the look from Conley and sent the man an amused half smile. Maybe Conley still wasn’t used to hearing their names together? “Namaste, Jane.’’ Sachin gave her a warm smile, which faltered a bit as Conley made a mess with the pancake batter. Honestly, his husband was terrible at this sort of thing. “Couldn’t have asked for life to be any better,’’ Sachin replied brightly to Jane. “It’s just regular, boring domestic life-” He shot a look at his husband before chuckling. “Just joking!” Back to Jane. “Seriously, I’m content. How about you? Looking forward to another year at the Ministry?” Quote:
Originally Posted by MadAlice Jane was regretting her impulse to come greet Conley as she watched Minister Hollingberry dish out pancakes--his efforts looked vastly superior to the one she had on her plate. But she didn't want to hurt Conley's feelings by asking someone else. Anyway, it was the coffee that really mattered (maybe she could grab a muffin off the table on her way out). Quote:
Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 And there was another burnt pancake on his plate. “Thanks, Con. Two’s enough, I think.’’ Again… Sachin would be needing a lot of syrup. As for the potential morning tradition? Well, the Ambassador was more than willing to let Conley have das lakh {a million} chances at practicing before Sachin let him fly solo. He briefly rolled his eyes, amused smile in place at the mention of grilled cheese. Yes, Sachin knew what you were implying, Con.
Speech time. Sachin took a welcomed break in eating those burnt pancakes to give his attention to Charles. It seemed he’d have to catch up with Jane about her travels at another time if he wanted more specific details. That was fine. He was certain he could find time for a cup of tea with her again sometime soon. ”I haven’t traveled much around the holidays,” he admitted. The exception would be to their home in India, but that was more of a second home then a vacation. Perhaps they should try it some year. Pick a local and just go. He knew Nuremberg had quite the Christkindlesmarkt. Perhaps he would suggest it next year. As for the cat? Well, ”I haven’t really had the chance to talk to Sachin about it.” Was he turning a little pink in embarrassment. And yes, he felt a little bad about the cat still being in the café without a home when he could have brough him home a few weeks ago. ”A cat took a liking to me the other day on Level 4. He was rather sweet, but you take care of enough creatures at home. But perhaps we’ll go see if he takes to you,” he said to Sachin. ”When we’re done here?”
And since Sachin didn’t want another pancake he tossed it onto the plate of someone walking by. ”Go enjoy your breakfast Sach,” he said, finally shooing the man with his pancake flipper. He was certain his husband would likely find something better to eat then his half-cooked and burnt pancakes. Conley wasn’t stupid, he knew people were just taking them to make him feel better. ”Chai is over that way. Oh and decorate a mug for me.” He waved over to the drink station and then to the decorate your own mug station as he blew Sachin a kiss. Text Cut: Charles & the Annoucer Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Chuckling at Sachin's whispered words and simply bowed his head as the ambassador departed to mingle elsewhere, among them the lovely Jane who he also bowed his head to in respect and admiration. Conley likewise received a playful sort of wink and cheers with the flipper before he resume his own duties on the station. Which naturally meant more pancakes for dear sweet Genevieve...
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" Conley Phora, who also assisted with the dragon retrieval mission as well as successfully lead his department in resolving numerous cases of identity theft, continues his tenure with the Department of International Magical Cooperation[…]" Quote:
Originally Posted by The Announcer Around the time that Minster Hollingberry began discussing the members of his senior staff, the Fountain of Magical Brethren made an odd burbling sound. It was followed by popping sparks that emanated from the tip of the Wizard’s wand. The Witch’s wand followed with encore sparks and the water spurting from both the tips of the Witch and the Wizard’s wands started forming the shape of the Deathly Hallows.
Was it your imagination or was the water also turning a deep dark shade of red?
By the time Hollingberry stopped talking the entire pool was a deep crimson color and the Deathly Hallows shapes jetting from the tips of both wands certainly did not look like they had any intention of going away. Conley looked up from the batter he was stirring around in an attempt to get the lumps out of at the sound of his name during Charles’ speech. He waved a shy hand as he felt eyes around the room turning towards him. Thankfully, Charles didn’t talk about him for long. Only…
That popping noise didn’t sound good, but maybe Charles had a surprise up his sleeves. Suddenly the water from the wizard and witches wand burst forth into that symbol he hoped he’d never see again. ”Um….” he waved his spatula at Youngbird ”Rani?” He motioned to the fountain just as the water started turning a deep shade of red. Could they ever just have an orientation that didn’t go wrong? ~~~~~ * ~~~~~ Text Cut: Whitney Quote:
Originally Posted by lazykitty [COLOR=#636F57] Okay, so apparently she was, like, invisible or something. Cool, cool. Thankfully she wasn't feeling hangry or anything. Seriously, she'd had cereal for breakfast just in case. So she was all set, thanks anyway. It did make her wonder about her decision to come to work here, though. Maybe she should've found a job in muggle London? But then she'd be stuck working as a waitress or something and she'd heard things about those jobs. About how people were rude and such. No thank you. But if people were going to be rude here too....
It was this that Whitney was contemplating as the minister began his speech. And what she kept contemplating as he went on. At least until the fountain did its thing. "Um...is it supposed to do that?" she asked the crowd as a whole, even as someone approached the fountain. Adam had been here for a while. He’d just been busy stuffing his face with the cinnamon buns and orange juice he’d sniffed out. Last time he’d had cinnamon buns was at the Ski-outing the Ministry had sponsored a quite a few years ago. He still had a half-eaten one in his hand and was about to try his luck at the mug decorating. When he heard the popping noise. Even to a mostly blind man, he could tell that something was wrong. ”Nien,” he said upon hearing a young lady’s question. ” I do not zink so,” he said in his heavy German Accent. And something smelled funny. He sniffed his cinnamon bun, but that wasn’t it. He was half tempted to sniff the lady, but that would likely lead to him being beat up. Either by the lady or by his girlfriend.
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