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Marshall was still in awe over the British ministry. Though both the Italian and African ministries were equally as nice. Everything about the British ministry was amazing. He hoped that the department of Magical games and Sports would only be as exciting to see as the rest of the Ministry. Marshall pushed the huge oak doors, to the British and Irish Quidditch headquarters. The walls were covered in team and player poster. He glanced around at all of the posters. He already could tell that he'd enjoy working here. And there.... there was some of his |
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Brantley nodded, losing parents seemed awful enough, but to lose them to a horrible crime was even worse. 'He's never been caught?' Brantley felt bad for her. 'Course they'd be proud of you.' He agreed with her, he could remember his mother's words all too well. Even though he'd made a mess of his life Quote:
Brantley sat down at his own desk again, placing a figure Firebolt on his desk, that then proceeded to fly around his desk. Just then another man came in. Judging by his glancing around the room, Brantley figured he was another newcomer. Brantley nodded back at the man, who appeared to be older than any of those already here. 'Hiya Marshall. Brantley Reid, another new employee, I'm guessing?' |
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Brantley stared at Harvey, unsure of what to do with his over-emotional colleague. He looked awkwardly around before walking over. 'You.. okay mate?' He asked, not quite used to seeing full grown men cry like... a baby. Some bad memories brought back by Bella's words, maybe? Brantley didn't know, so instead he patted him awkwardly on the shoulder. |
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They each probably have their own sad tales to tell. Harvey just wasn't going to tell his unless it was absolutely necessary. He stared at the photo of his nephew for a moment and it instantly reminded him of his sister. Was there something else I could help you with? Need anything else moved from your sight? Harvey didn't mean to sound so rude when he said that. It just didn't seem so manly to have a younger man consoling him with pats on the back. |
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All Bella could do was smile even though she was dying every second she thought of her parents. She started humming For Good from the muggle musical wicked to distract herself. Quote:
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'A soft spot..? I'd call it a bit more than that. But whatever mate.' He shrugged again, taking a few seconds to glare at the Cannons poster. 'Nope, no other hideous Cannon objects in my line of sight. I'm good.' Brantley hummed some Quidditch yell he'd heard somewhere and retuned to his desk, flopping his feet back onto it. Quote:
Brantley smiled at Bella, hiding his grin as she told Harvey not to call her miss. Miss was such a teacher name. |
Keylee walked in looking around ask "is everything okay" she wondered what was going on |
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Truly it is always fine to met beautiful young women, but he had to restrain himself. Mother had berated him for putting off finding a suitable wife for so long while he was gone. It was time he settled back down with what was left of his family and find a wife to start a new one. |
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Keylee has always hoped one day settle down and have a family. |
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SPOILER!!: Harvey's Hard Work Folder Harvey set his Quill down and rubbed his hand a little. He must have worked on this for at least two hours. Making sure each team had a byes and two home and away games. He peeked his head from his work space. It looked like some of his co-workers had gone on lunch break. Closing his folder he looked at his picture of Oakey. The Boy always seemed to get hurt at Hogwarts. During Oakey's break the boy told him about throwing up candy, the encounter with the Wild Hippogriff and the battle against a Snargluff plant. What was that year long break He and the kid took for if Oakey couldn't repress his bad luck. Harvey let out a long sigh at these thoughts. |
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