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Amelie 
Nathan was sauntering along slowly, not particuarly wanting to go back to work just yet. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and he yawned again, covering his mouth with one hand before it went back in the pocket. This was not good. He was wondering what assignments the MLES had planned for him this afternoon. Something which didn’t involve too much brain power… or any power for that matter. To be left alone with nothing to do would be a godsend. But that was never going to happen. Not in that chaotic office.
His train of thought was interrupted as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned, half expecting to see one of his muggle mates, but was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman who had smiled at him before. Now he found himself going through the files in his head trying to recall a name. Absolutely zilch. Surely he would surely remember meeting such a pretty, exotic looking woman. Maybe she didn’t work at the ministry at all, but he was convinced that she was a witch. “Hello.” he replied in his soft Edinburgh accent. And then he heard the apology and gave her a warm smile, looking past her at the two other girls before his tired green eyes locked onto hers again. “There’s no need to apologise, really.” He wasn’t even sure why she was apologising. Maybe they had been laughing at his expense before, which he didn’t particularly mind. To make someone smile was a good thing in his book, especially a group of young women. “Do you work at the ministry, love?” he asked, going on his gut that she was, indeed, a witch. He was also aware that time was ticking away and he was already running late. But work could wait - he would make up the time…. tomorrow after a good night’s sleep.
"I uh.." Up close he took her breathe away, he had a rugged quite look that seemed so effortless. She was momentarily at a lose for words. She could only stare for a few moments.
"No I don't have a job at the ministry. I hope to get a job." She shuffled her feet, to release some of her nervous tension, his green eyes pierced into her soul, and she felt exposed to the world with him looking at her like that. What in the bloody hell was wrong with her, she never got like that. Men just did not capture her attention like that, let alone keep it.
"Egypt Riddle." She said holding out her hand, she wasn't sure if she wanted his touch on her skin.