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Well, that was a reaction. It seemed his second thought might have been true about what or who Charles had been speaking to. Not that his companion was unhappy with his discovered presence by any means. Theirs was a comfortable relationship, the minor awkwardness of once being called out in front of the entire Ministry and hanging off his feet in a bear hug long since turned pleasant. Simon couldn’t help echoing his laughter, the choice of words bringing amusement. “I’ve…been told that,” he teasingly commented, quite bemused at the turn of a phrase.
Simon smiled softly, waving off the apology. “Nothing to be sorry of.” And there wasn’t as it wasn’t like he didn’t have his own moments. Though the idea Charles mentioned, blinking and thinking back 40 years? “Ick…YATI training,” he remarked at the mental math, lowering his arms and straightening up from the doorway as he moved inside. “Not my finest moments in the ministry.” Was it really that long ago? No wonder his own ghosts, especially within his years at the job were so numerous. “Some tunes more…interesting…than others.” Like how upon their first unofficial meeting when Simon was a sixth year, the music around was the awkward praise of a certain borr.
“I can spare a few moments,” the security man assured as he finally moved to take a proffered seat. It wasn’t as if he didn’t give himself plenty of time to do things. Or know that he best allow for detours in certain departments. If it wasn’t music and memories with the minister, perhaps it would be delayed in Mysteries over one thing or another. That level ALWAYs was…interesting.
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