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One of the handleless doors creaked open slowly, revealing a red robed man with a cane in one hand, and a cup of tea in the other. Somewhere off in his own head, the door closed behind him, and it rotated along with the others. Damian's eyes widened when he realized he wasn't alone, and a smile tugged at the edges of his mouth.
"Why the forlorned look? Just tell the chamber where you'd like to go, and it will send you where you need to go. Sometimes they're two different things. Don't know how it works, but it works." He spoke rather casually, having long given up trying to figure these things out. Mysteries.
"Tea?" The vapors framed his face, trailing whisps when he reached out to offer her the cup. "It's made from chamomile and nostalgia. Smells and tastes different for everyone." For Damian it smelled of the sea, and tasted like a first kiss. It was an enjoyable brew in small doses, but you could find yourself lost in it if drank too often.
Dottie jumped slightly when someone emerged from a door - or a wall?? She wasn't completely sure where the man had actually come from, but none the less now her embarrassment could be witness by some one .. oh joy...
"Well I tried to tell it what chamber I needed but nothing happened all the door remained locked." Dottie felt rather foolish. She had of course listened at orientation about how to get into her chamber, but obviously the department of mysteries hated her.
"I"ll be honest I don't think the Department likes me very much" Dottie said it as if the chamber itself had thoughts and feeling .. which .. maybe it did ....
"I'm Dottie by the way." She added holding her hand out for a shake with her introduction.