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sweetpinkpixie · 09-17-2023, 04:04 PM

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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley

Florrie couldn't help but feel surprised at Cooper's reaction. Or maybe it was surprise at the warm feeling it caused in her chest. "My thoughts exactly," she couldn't help but agree, though she didn't reflect that her attitude to other peoples interests and passions would not necessarily be the same. But news, however trivial, gossip and lifestyle and fashion? People built their lives around it, and even those who didn't indulged to some extent, and therefore it was important.

"You're working at the Menagerie, then?" she asked after a moments pause, inclining her head in the direction of the building he'd left.

Once Cooper had taken off his rose colored glasses and allowed himself to properly see, he had learned to refrain from snap judgements and, well, he was still working on reigning in his unsolicited advice and observations. Or at least deliver them more tactfully when he absolutely could not hold back and he felt as though the recipient may actually be receptive to whatever words he had to share. And, well, as long as it wasn't hurting anyone too....which...well...gossip and paparazzi had their ways of ruining people, he had seen and nearly been a part of one with the French wizarding press, but he would keep that to himself. He didn't think such guidance would be well received in the present company and so he simply smiled in reply with a steady nod of the head.

"Oh...yeah...it's one of my jobs," he nodded with a bit more color rising in his cheeks as he recalled his picnic with Mamie. "I've been splitting my time between here and France on the Benoit estates, namely their abraxan ranch as a stableman. Quite the busy summer season there with Beauxbatons requiring a couple of new abraxan for the carriages so there was a lot to be done in preparation for that and giving some of the younger abraxan a bit of tough love so they all were in their best form for selection. The family also calls upon me for their soirees and other events as a photographer. Through assisting Monsieur Benoit...I've sort of become the family's private photographer and that's given my skill a bit of notoriety among pureblood circles in France." Something he still wasn't sure how he felt about but had decided that he was just grateful to have the work and substantial flow of income. "Monsieur Benoit is also a winged horse jockey, so I assist with matters there as well...mostly abraxan care. He's trained me a bit in the sport and I've participated in a few minor races as a jockey myself."

Needless to say, he was keeping busy. Absurdly so and steadily working on cutting back his hours here and there so he had more time to...well...do things like this.

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