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Albert Kettleburn EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Albert Kettleburn [IC January 2081 - December 2086; OOC June 2013 - January 2015]
Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
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Originally Posted by Lizasaurus
BUT HE HADN'T! Shaking his head he pulled a face. He wasn't going there, nope not at all. "Aww, still pretty tired then. Don't suppose I can talk you into one dance then huh?" he asked looking at her with a little pout.
"One?" That meant one song, right? A whole three and something minutes. "Don't look at me like that, you know how much I hate dancing." Becca scowled at him, but then her expression softened. "But okay." she agreed. It'd been a while since they'd danced. Over a year. She'd refused point blank while she was pregnant.
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"One?" That meant one song, right? A whole three and something minutes. "Don't look at me like that, you know how much I hate dancing." Becca scowled at him, but then her expression softened. "But okay." she agreed. It'd been a while since they'd danced. Over a year. She'd refused point blank while she was pregnant.
"Just one." he promised with a soft smile but then laughed softly. "I know you hate dancing, but I love holding you while we dance. Remember our first dance?" It had been at Willow and Dan's wedding, almost exactly two years ago! Heh, though that had been funny, considering he'd basically run out after Becca, then they'd returned and she'd been the one dragging HIM onto the dance floor! Beaming at her he offered his hand.
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Originally Posted by Lizasaurus
"Just one." he promised with a soft smile but then laughed softly. "I know you hate dancing, but I love holding you while we dance. Remember our first dance?" It had been at Willow and Dan's wedding, almost exactly two years ago! Heh, though that had been funny, considering he'd basically run out after Becca, then they'd returned and she'd been the one dragging HIM onto the dance floor! Beaming at her he offered his hand.
Smiling at him when he promised, she straightened up a little and then grinned when he mentioned their first dance. "Yeah, I remember." Taking his hand, she stood up and though she wanted to just pull a face and go home, she followed him to the dance floor.
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SPOILER!!: Chelsea
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Originally Posted by D.A Forever
"That's good," Chelsea couldn't imagine working at a job she didn't like, for longer than she had to. Everyone should do what they love, that's what her parents had taught her and Topher. "Wow," Chelsea breathed, "That's.. really cool." that he'd always wanted to be an auror, and ran with that dream. Up until recently, she'd thought she knew exactily what she wanted to do with her life. Now, well..
In truth, she could have asked her uncle Benjamin and uncle Axel, being that they'd been aurors since as far back as she could remember, but that probably would have led to very old stories as well. And Simon was willing to tell her, which was even better. "That's a lot of training," Chelsea commented, though it helped make sense of 'seven years', which of course, she was still stuck on. Sort of.
"Fun, indeed." After giving a nod of her head, Chelsea reached up to fix the feathered hair piece she'd loosened without meaning to. Her attention was on his words, though. Especially when he mentioned his father working with an albino bloodhound. "Really? Did he tell you any stories?" Probably not, since it was work.. but it couldn't hurt to ask. Her father told her stories all the time, especially as a child. The memory made her smile more. "They are very interesting. I was fortunate enough to be able to help look after a young one, during my later years at school." And since, the albino bloodhound had become one of her favorites.
That's a lot of training
"Yeah it certainly felt that way at times," Simon agreed. But worth it all in the end even if he had his rough spots. He had had those back in school and no doubt they would be present for the rest of his life. Nothing left but to pull on through it all which was what Simon planned on doing since it was as he had told Chelsea, what he had wanted to do and be for a very long time.
"Yeah. He's a magizoologist and had to nurse one back to health after a run in with...well something else in the woods near a trainer's home." As for stories, that was about all he had really been told, at least that he remembered at this point in time. His father had a LOT of stories to tell. He certainly couldn't keep track of them all.
"Aww..." Simon couldn't help but say. He remembered his COMC classes. "And you probably were hooked for life." Some creatures just had a way with getting the attention of people...wizards and muggles alike.
Claire swallowed the bite of food in her mouth and looked up at GinaMarie, "I'm a new hire I guess. I just transferred from the American Ministry." she said to her. "What department are you in?" she asked her, ""I'm in Accidents and Catastrophes."
"The American Ministry?"That's fascinating. Lots of questions flooded through GinaMarie's mind. "What made you move to Britain, if you don't mind my asking." She hoped she wasn't overstepping any lines, she was just really interested in why she moved to the British ministry. "Oh, looks like we'll be working together." GinaMarie smiled. "I'm in catastrophes too." She said nodding her head.
Food. More food. GinaMarie ate some more of her food before she had the urge to ask yet another question. "What type of work did you do at the American Ministry?"I wonder if their ministry is laid out the same way..."I'm sorry for asking so many questions." GinaMarie apologized. she seemed to be a bit more chatty than normal with asking questions. Eat some more food, GM. Just be quiet. Let Claire do some talking.
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Originally Posted by JennMarie
She should wander over and get some food and a drink, make herself seem like she was mingling, ya know? She had half a thought to go wander over and find her new department head whereever he or she maybe but decided against it on the fact that she'd see him or her in the meeting on monday, assuming there was one or something. So she'd sit here for now and people!watch, that was a great past time, you learn the most about people when they dont know they are being watched.like how that man there kept looking over his shoulder, he was waiting for someone his wife by the looks of the ring on his hand. That woman there ws definitely flirting with the guy she was talking too... and his friend. She was making all these assumptions in her hed she didnt notice someobe occupy the seat next to her. "I havent, no." she said looking down at the puff things she was referring too. "i would of just taken them all, surely they'd be replaced" surely, thats how most wizarding things went anyway, things on autofill for something, right?
"Athena" that was her. "Its a Pleasure to meet you Genevieve" or whatever it was she was suppose to say.
"Still. Felt kinda rude." Vivi crossed her legs and bounced a bit in her seat, although she was now ALL super interested in her companion. She was a watcher, she was, and Vivi was suspicious of that. What was she watching for, anyway? Was she taking notes for some nefarious purpose? HM?
"Athena. Do you feel particularly wise? What's it like to be named for a goddess, anyway? D'you feel pressured to be... more?" Vivi had all the questions. That's how she worked, really, with her big Ravenclaw brain.
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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape
Bradley gasped, faking hurt. "I would not! I never nag...just when you're about to burn yourself out." Because she was pretty awesome at doing that almost all the time. Thankfully she seemed to be relaxing a bit more. "True, but I tend to go alone to these sorts of things that way when I want to sneak out early I don't have an angry woman yelling at me." Because yes. He hated these sorts of things. "So no, you did not steal anyone's date."
"But if you have your own, why should I share?" He was a manly man. He needed lots of food to keep him going. Anything Haley stole was making him weaker. Bradley needed to keep up his good looks, even though that wasn't that hard.
Brad chuckled. "Why do you women even wear those things. They just look horrible."
Haley grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh Braaadley. Don't make me write to my mother and introduce you guys. You'd be compleeeete best friends." They both nagged. Totally nagged. Sometimes Haley even thought that Brad whined at her a little. But she didn't dare tell him that. He'd take it offensively. Maybe cry a little. Who knew. "I don't burn myself out, anyway. I just give a little too much in everything I do." And then she had no social life.
Angry women? She laughed and nodded. "I promise you I'll go all angry woman on you if you dare leave without me." Leaving early, she was cool with. But now that he was her date..he wasn't leaving her here alone. Gah. It'd end up with her swatting him with her bag and running after him without her shoes and calling him all sorts of unsightly inappropriate names. "Sharing is caring." Huzzah. She won. Did he have a counter argument? Probably not. She totally won. She wasn't even SORRY.
"They make your legs look longer and slimmer." Generally. But she was tall enough to not need them, and her dress was floor length as it was. So not necessary.
"Tickets for the circus next month. You in...?" She haaad said she'd take him.
"Yeah it certainly felt that way at times," Simon agreed. But worth it all in the end even if he had his rough spots. He had had those back in school and no doubt they would be present for the rest of his life. Nothing left but to pull on through it all which was what Simon planned on doing since it was as he had told Chelsea, what he had wanted to do and be for a very long time.
"Yeah. He's a magizoologist and had to nurse one back to health after a run in with...well something else in the woods near a trainer's home." As for stories, that was about all he had really been told, at least that he remembered at this point in time. His father had a LOT of stories to tell. He certainly couldn't keep track of them all.
"Aww..." Simon couldn't help but say. He remembered his COMC classes. "And you probably were hooked for life." Some creatures just had a way with getting the attention of people...wizards and muggles alike.
It was funny, in an ironic way. Chelsea felt like three to five years of training was a long time working toward being an auror - which, realistically, made perfect sense - and yet, not more than a few months ago, she had every intention of working in the dragon field, which depending on the actual position, took quite a number of years of training.
"Aw, poor thing." The young woman frowned slightly, thinking about the injured pup. It was most certainly a crup eat crup world, out there. She didn't care for dwelling on it, though. "Atleast your father came across them." The trainer and the bloodhound, that is.
Chelsea smiled a bit more as he spoke of being hooked for life. Something like that, yes. "I've always had a thing for creatures, I guess.. I think it comes with the territory of being raised near a reserve. Dogs and crups have always been a favorite of mine," as well as dragons, but she left that bit out for now. "So when I had the opportunity to study the albino bloodhound and care for one for class work, I found them to be so.. incredible, really. So smart, and beautiful, and misunderstood."
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Haley grinned and shrugged her shoulders. "Oh Braaadley. Don't make me write to my mother and introduce you guys. You'd be compleeeete best friends." They both nagged. Totally nagged. Sometimes Haley even thought that Brad whined at her a little. But she didn't dare tell him that. He'd take it offensively. Maybe cry a little. Who knew. "I don't burn myself out, anyway. I just give a little too much in everything I do." And then she had no social life.
Angry women? She laughed and nodded. "I promise you I'll go all angry woman on you if you dare leave without me." Leaving early, she was cool with. But now that he was her date..he wasn't leaving her here alone. Gah. It'd end up with her swatting him with her bag and running after him without her shoes and calling him all sorts of unsightly inappropriate names. "Sharing is caring." Huzzah. She won. Did he have a counter argument? Probably not. She totally won. She wasn't even SORRY.
"They make your legs look longer and slimmer." Generally. But she was tall enough to not need them, and her dress was floor length as it was. So not necessary.
"Tickets for the circus next month. You in...?" She haaad said she'd take him.
Brad fixed her the coldest glare he could manage. Of course it was all fake. "What are you trying to say?" Serious face. Complete serious face...for about ten seconds. A grin fought through though as he popped a bite of food in his mouth. He rolled his eyes at Haley's next statement. "And that's how you burn yourself out Hales."
He nodded as he took another bite. "I'll make sure to let you know when I'm about to bail." He muttered around the mouthful of food. Brad really needed to work on not talking with food in his mouth, but he didn't care right now. He couldn't help but roll his yes again. He swallowed this time before speaking. "What are you...five?"
Brad nodded. "I did not know that." No wonder ladies looked so good in heels. But he probably shouldn't say that right now.
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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape
Brad fixed her the coldest glare he could manage. Of course it was all fake. "What are you trying to say?" Serious face. Complete serious face...for about ten seconds. A grin fought through though as he popped a bite of food in his mouth. He rolled his eyes at Haley's next statement. "And that's how you burn yourself out Hales."
He nodded as he took another bite. "I'll make sure to let you know when I'm about to bail." He muttered around the mouthful of food. Brad really needed to work on not talking with food in his mouth, but he didn't care right now. He couldn't help but roll his yes again. He swallowed this time before speaking. "What are you...five?"
Brad nodded. "I did not know that." No wonder ladies looked so good in heels. But he probably shouldn't say that right now.
"Totally. Like I said: haven't been in ages."
Toddler. She couldn't help but leave an amused grin on her face at his...well, his whatever it was he was doing. Haley leant in a little and dropped her volume as low as she could. "You have my permission to use the boys room." Huzzah! She was brilliant! Could she applaud herself? Was that egotistical? Woah. Huzzah. Wowzer. She was brilliant. A right hysteria. Okay, she couldn't not. Hales clapped for herself twice, and rather enthusiastically at that. Brilliant. Oh, absolutely brilliant. Until he had to be a spoil sport, that was. The blonde shrugged her shoulders and picked at the food on her plate. "I'm still alive, am I not?" It wasn't her fault. She was just GIVING.
Oh. She could do that too. But they were in public. Actual public around potential co-workers and bosses and oh Bradley. Haley frowned, shook her head and stuck her hand over his mouth. "You're awful, you know that? Worse than a child." See. She could act like her mother, too. If you asked her, it was a pretty damn good impression too. Beat that, Brad! When she took her hand from his mouth she tutted. "Five. Plus a lot."
He didn't know that? Well now he did. Haley just grinned at him, and reached down for one of her shoes. "They can be cute too. All sorrrrrts of colours. But some pinch. But they doooo make outfits someday." According to her sisters, heels could make or break an outfit even. To prove the pinch, she gave him one on the arm. Whoops. Absolutely hysterical, she was! Ar!
Toddler. She couldn't help but leave an amused grin on her face at his...well, his whatever it was he was doing. Haley leant in a little and dropped her volume as low as she could. "You have my permission to use the boys room." Huzzah! She was brilliant! Could she applaud herself? Was that egotistical? Woah. Huzzah. Wowzer. She was brilliant. A right hysteria. Okay, she couldn't not. Hales clapped for herself twice, and rather enthusiastically at that. Brilliant. Oh, absolutely brilliant. Until he had to be a spoil sport, that was. The blonde shrugged her shoulders and picked at the food on her plate. "I'm still alive, am I not?" It wasn't her fault. She was just GIVING.
Oh. She could do that too. But they were in public. Actual public around potential co-workers and bosses and oh Bradley. Haley frowned, shook her head and stuck her hand over his mouth. "You're awful, you know that? Worse than a child." See. She could act like her mother, too. If you asked her, it was a pretty damn good impression too. Beat that, Brad! When she took her hand from his mouth she tutted. "Five. Plus a lot."
He didn't know that? Well now he did. Haley just grinned at him, and reached down for one of her shoes. "They can be cute too. All sorrrrrts of colours. But some pinch. But they doooo make outfits someday." According to her sisters, heels could make or break an outfit even. To prove the pinch, she gave him one on the arm. Whoops. Absolutely hysterical, she was! Ar!
"Woooferful." Heh.
Brad had to keep from spitting food everywhere. That was not something he expected from Hales. But two could play that game. He leaned in close and dropped his voice as well. "As long as you walk me there. I tend to get lost." He leaned back grinning. He enjoyed himself too much. He tried not to laugh at her clapping. Really try. "Depends on what you classify alive as."
"Am not." Brad knew he was, but he was going to argue that point until the day he died...or actually grew up. To prove the matter, he stuck his tongue out at her. If she wanted him to act like a child, he would. "I dunno. Acting like your five to me. I should know."
He zoned out at the talking about how cute they were. Shoes weren't cute. They were functional. Hence the reason heels made no sense whatsoever. Except for making ladies look prettier thing. "Hey!" He jumped when she pinched him back to reality. "Not cool Hales."
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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape
Brad had to keep from spitting food everywhere. That was not something he expected from Hales. But two could play that game. He leaned in close and dropped his voice as well. "As long as you walk me there. I tend to get lost." He leaned back grinning. He enjoyed himself too much. He tried not to laugh at her clapping. Really try. "Depends on what you classify alive as."
"Am not." Brad knew he was, but he was going to argue that point until the day he died...or actually grew up. To prove the matter, he stuck his tongue out at her. If she wanted him to act like a child, he would. "I dunno. Acting like your five to me. I should know."
He zoned out at the talking about how cute they were. Shoes weren't cute. They were functional. Hence the reason heels made no sense whatsoever. Except for making ladies look prettier thing. "Hey!" He jumped when she pinched him back to reality. "Not cool Hales."
"Thought we weren't using that one again?" Smirk.
She was still revelling in her absolute freaking brilliance when Brad spoke to her quietly. And that was when it stopped. That was also when she stopped and the grin fell off her face and she blinked a little. She could keep this...whatever it was, up if she was the only one sailing with it but oh gosh. Haley was certain she may have flushed a little red, but she hadn't. Borderline. She could have if she stopped breathing for any longer. She was still human colour though when she nodded her head and responded, not even able to lower her volume. "I'm not a fan of boys bathrooms." Of all the comments, that was all she had to hand, and as soon as she said it..she had the others in her head and was kicking herself for not coming up with anything of the level of brilliance she had in her. "I'm sure one of the other ladies here would accompany you and make sure you don't...get lost." She had food. And her shoes were off. Haley Pianheart was moving for no one.
Unless Brad was going to make their official escape. "I'm sat here with you, am I not...?"
Oh, she was so glad she'd taken her hand off his mouth when he stuck his tongue out. "Child." Completely. Gosh, he was worse than anything and she had the right mind to give him a cuddly toy and a nappy. "Don't be gross in public. We'll get pizza later and you can do that." You know..when PEOPLE weren't LOOKING. AND BOSSES WEREN'T AROUND. If he got her the sack, she'd ignore all his advice and wear her shoes all the time and work forever.
"I lied. I won't use it ever again though." Because it still wasn't funny.
She was still revelling in her absolute freaking brilliance when Brad spoke to her quietly. And that was when it stopped. That was also when she stopped and the grin fell off her face and she blinked a little. She could keep this...whatever it was, up if she was the only one sailing with it but oh gosh. Haley was certain she may have flushed a little red, but she hadn't. Borderline. She could have if she stopped breathing for any longer. She was still human colour though when she nodded her head and responded, not even able to lower her volume. "I'm not a fan of boys bathrooms." Of all the comments, that was all she had to hand, and as soon as she said it..she had the others in her head and was kicking herself for not coming up with anything of the level of brilliance she had in her. "I'm sure one of the other ladies here would accompany you and make sure you don't...get lost." She had food. And her shoes were off. Haley Pianheart was moving for no one.
Unless Brad was going to make their official escape. "I'm sat here with you, am I not...?"
Oh, she was so glad she'd taken her hand off his mouth when he stuck his tongue out. "Child." Completely. Gosh, he was worse than anything and she had the right mind to give him a cuddly toy and a nappy. "Don't be gross in public. We'll get pizza later and you can do that." You know..when PEOPLE weren't LOOKING. AND BOSSES WEREN'T AROUND. If he got her the sack, she'd ignore all his advice and wear her shoes all the time and work forever.
"I lied. I won't use it ever again though." Because it still wasn't funny.
Brad couldn't help but smirk. He'd definitely won that round. Score one Bradley. Score zero Haley. He was pretty dang proud of himself. "Never said you had to go in. Just wait outside so I can find my way back to the table." Because according to her he was a child and needed those sorts of things. His eyes glanced around the room. "But can I really trust these other women?"
"I don't know...are you? Are you forgetting things already Haley? We might need to get your brain checked."
He just smirked. "Maybe that's why I'm so good at my job." It was true. Brad was able to get along with the kids just fine. "Who cares?" Obviously he didn't. It wasn't like they were going to fire him for acting like himself. Wasn't like there were children around to mimic him.
"You talk to me too much." He was rubbing off on her. Not that he minded.
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Originally Posted by Samia
Cole noticed the color in her cheeks, and contemplated commenting or teasing about it. Because well, they were talking about romance! So, he simply sat down next to her - his eyes turning to where hers did, when someone rather loud arrived.
Okay then.
He nodded and chuckled lightly at her comment. They sort of did break the whole aura of the ball when they shouted like this.
And then they were talking about her romance life again. His shock was rather visible on his face - no matter how composed. "He proposed?" he asked, rather quietly - surprised himself when his voice came out like that. "I am guessing you are not with him now .. " he added. So she had said no?
Suddenly talking about his own life felt off. "Uh .. yeah, I went to South Africa," he told her - stilll very much interested in knowing about her.
Why was he looking at her like that?!? Was it so unusual or something to refuse a proposal? She was young. She didn't want to make a mistake. And it's just as well, because after she left, it wasn't like he went chasing after her.
Could they talk about something else now? "Yes. He proposed. I said no. I moved back here and well, I haven't heard from him since. That was like ten years ago though." Ancient history, if you ask her. Was it really that interesting?
South Africa was interesting though. Suddenly, a pang of envy flooded through her. "I see ... what'd you do there? Were you near the Wizarding School in uh .... Azania or something?" Just curious.
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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape
Brad couldn't help but smirk. He'd definitely won that round. Score one Bradley. Score zero Haley. He was pretty dang proud of himself. "Never said you had to go in. Just wait outside so I can find my way back to the table." Because according to her he was a child and needed those sorts of things. His eyes glanced around the room. "But can I really trust these other women?"
"I don't know...are you? Are you forgetting things already Haley? We might need to get your brain checked."
He just smirked. "Maybe that's why I'm so good at my job." It was true. Brad was able to get along with the kids just fine. "Who cares?" Obviously he didn't. It wasn't like they were going to fire him for acting like himself. Wasn't like there were children around to mimic him.
"You talk to me too much." He was rubbing off on her. Not that he minded.
Brad was a pain in her bottom. An absolute pain there. Like a needle. Or something. Not that that was anything to remotely be thinking about right now. It was pretty weird. "I'm cool with sitting here and eating your food. Which for hygiene reasons, you can't take to the bathroom with you, sweets. You'll get ill. Or die. And that'd be an awful shame." An incredible shame, because he'd somehow find some way to haunt her, and then she'd have to put up with an annoying ghost around her home when she didn't need one. Nope. Her dogs were enough, thank you. As he looked around the room, Haley did too. "That's for youuuuu to know, Mr. Always-With-A-Female." Oh yeah. She went there. Oosh. Huzzzzzzzzah. Point to the Halester.
Her...brain? The almost-thirty year old blinked at her friend and shook her head, touching it a little. "I think I'm okay." She totally didn't understand where he'd came to the conclusion her brain needed TESTING. Which would probably involve a NEEDLE and NEEDLES.. NO.
"Someonemightseeandthinkwe'rechildren!" Which they were not. Of course, he was simply younger than she was, but she was in the last couple of years before half-of-sixty, and she was supposed to act mature. Totes pretending that she hadn't thrown skittles at her sisters earlier, cartwheeled around the garden, or pinched Brad. Totes.
Haley stuck her tongue out. "I talk enough to keep conversation with you going."
He had entered ahead of the two at a slight diagonal ahead of Syndil, looking back to continue their conversation and ask her a question, "So, it must be at least somewhat difficult to be in a crowded situation then?"
He scanned ahead and found a seat next to the American witch (Claire Fayard). Well actually it was more like a seat and a half in the form of two chairs but with room only for the one and some of the other. He placed Syndil's plate down next to the seat by Claire and using his wand pulled the chair out for Syndil. He intended to take up a chair behind and besides Syndil's so that once seated he could effectively absorb and block any accidental bumps or interferences from guests should they float over to their table. "We haven't missed much had we, Claire?"
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The east corner of the ballroom was ideally set up to meet her needs, and thankfully she didn't have to shun people out of the best seats in the house. Having meandered past a few tables, some occupied, some not, Emily directed them to the table in the corner. It was a more intimate setting. Perfect for face-stuffing, chatting, and observing.
"You know.. I think they outdid themselves this year," she said to Vic between bites as she sat down. She wasn't able to wait the walk before trying a meatball, the Swedes did them so well... it was hard to resist.
The east corner of the ballroom was ideally set up to meet her needs, and thankfully she didn't have to shun people out of the best seats in the house. Having meandered past a few tables, some occupied, some not, Emily directed them to the table in the corner. It was a more intimate setting. Perfect for face-stuffing, chatting, and observing.
"You know.. I think they outdid themselves this year," she said to Vic between bites as she sat down. She wasn't able to wait the walk before trying a meatball, the Swedes did them so well... it was hard to resist.
Vic managed to balance the plate and the tray on both hands so well and steadily he wondered if he was fit to juggle if he wanted to...? Musing to himself and letting his mind wander to random places was another reason to believe that Ravenclaws over-think and have a wild imagination at all, even inconvenient, times.
He paused at each empty table they passed, but Emily seemed to have standards even for this sort of thing because she'd pass the table to another until finally settling down on one in the corner. Not Vic's preferred choice, sitting in a corner, but with the food they had and the fact that his companion was an observation enthusiast, this chosen table made sense. He put down the drinks and the desserts, raising his eyebrows at her as she spoke with FOOD in her mouth. Cheater. He grabbed one of the meatballs and popped it into his mouth just as he sat down himself, "Indeed. Although last year I spent it chatting to a couple of socially awkward new employees at the buffet table, urging them to try those tropical appetizers." He set one of each drink in front of her and slid the other two towards him. The small plate of desserts went between them.
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Originally Posted by Macabre Soul
Vic managed to balance the plate and the tray on both hands so well and steadily he wondered if he was fit to juggle if he wanted to...? Musing to himself and letting his mind wander to random places was another reason to believe that Ravenclaws over-think and have a wild imagination at all, even inconvenient, times.
He paused at each empty table they passed, but Emily seemed to have standards even for this sort of thing because she'd pass the table to another until finally settling down on one in the corner. Not Vic's preferred choice, sitting in a corner, but with the food they had and the fact that his companion was an observation enthusiast, this chosen table made sense. He put down the drinks and the desserts, raising his eyebrows at her as she spoke with FOOD in her mouth. Cheater. He grabbed one of the meatballs and popped it into his mouth just as he sat down himself, "Indeed. Although last year I spent it chatting to a couple of socially awkward new employees at the buffet table, urging them to try those tropical appetizers." He set one of each drink in front of her and slid the other two towards him. The small plate of desserts went between them.
HA! See that's where Vic went wrong last year, chatting to socially awkward people. Trying. Insisting. "Yeah, well I spent the last one in a corner much like this, stuffing my face, much like this..." ergo, not a great deal had changed, the exception being the company. "Those were pretty good, but why bother convincing others to eat them, when you could have them yourself?" There was very little logic in that, unless you were the sharing and caring type, which she was not - not to strangers at least.
Still, they both seemed to have made some progress from last year. She had danced and socialised some, even if it was forced for the most part. Vic didn't quite count as being socialised with, she was familiar with him, he was a colleague/employee... and she was never alone at these things regardless of her datelessness. So Vic, was by default, her accidental plus one - the unfortunate soul to get trapped with her company for much of the night. Pulling one of the drinks toward her, she raised it to her lips and took a generous sip before diving in for .... a crab cake. "So how will your sister feel about you spending the night indulging your boss as opposed to finding yourself a lady?" as he had so eloquently put it at the meet and greet, "do you plan on telling her?" or was she going to be his little secret?
HA! See that's where Vic went wrong last year, chatting to socially awkward people. Trying. Insisting. "Yeah, well I spent the last one in a corner much like this, stuffing my face, much like this..." ergo, not a great deal had changed, the exception being the company. "Those were pretty good, but why bother convincing others to eat them, when you could have them yourself?" There was very little logic in that, unless you were the sharing and caring type, which she was not - not to strangers at least.
Still, they both seemed to have made some progress from last year. She had danced and socialised some, even if it was forced for the most part. Vic didn't quite count as being socialised with, she was familiar with him, he was a colleague/employee... and she was never alone at these things regardless of her datelessness. So Vic, was by default, her accidental plus one - the unfortunate soul to get trapped with her company for much of the night. Pulling one of the drinks toward her, she raised it to her lips and took a generous sip before diving in for .... a crab cake. "So how will your sister feel about you spending the night indulging your boss as opposed to finding yourself a lady?" as he had so eloquently put it at the meet and greet, "do you plan on telling her?" or was she going to be his little secret?
Oh? Vic liked hearing that! The girl was one of them rare food-y girls, then, if she'd been stuffing her face this time last year as well. He grinned at that and took something else into his mouth then took a swig of his glass. "Sounds impressive to me. You sure know how to spend those employee orientations." He was still leanring and putting people into categories, sometimes you needed to hang out with socially awkward personnel just to try and get them out of their bubble or something productive like that.
Actually, Vic didn't mind the company of that one awkward young man. He'd been quite the good sport when it came to tasting weird and unfamiliar food. However, he wouldn't seek him unless Vic was in the right mood.
He was munching on a squishy piece of food when Emily shot her question. Vic had to slow down and give this a thoughtful moment in which he swallowed and took a sip from his drink. "I'm not sure she'd ask. She knows she'll lose in most of her interrogations." Prosecutor-y winning smirk right there! "Unless I let her win. Sometimes I do. This time, I think indulging my boss and finding a lady can go under the same category if we're being literal. You are a lady." Remember? Scary boss lady.
He toyed with his glass a bit before shooting the same question back at her, "You don't have someone to report to about tonight?"
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Originally Posted by Macabre Soul
Oh? Vic liked hearing that! The girl was one of them rare food-y girls, then, if she'd been stuffing her face this time last year as well. He grinned at that and took something else into his mouth then took a swig of his glass. "Sounds impressive to me. You sure know how to spend those employee orientations." He was still leanring and putting people into categories, sometimes you needed to hang out with socially awkward personnel just to try and get them out of their bubble or something productive like that.
Actually, Vic didn't mind the company of that one awkward young man. He'd been quite the good sport when it came to tasting weird and unfamiliar food. However, he wouldn't seek him unless Vic was in the right mood.
He was munching on a squishy piece of food when Emily shot her question. Vic had to slow down and give this a thoughtful moment in which he swallowed and took a sip from his drink. "I'm not sure she'd ask. She knows she'll lose in most of her interrogations." Prosecutor-y winning smirk right there! "Unless I let her win. Sometimes I do. This time, I think indulging my boss and finding a lady can go under the same category if we're being literal. You are a lady." Remember? Scary boss lady.
He toyed with his glass a bit before shooting the same question back at her, "You don't have someone to report to about tonight?"
Emily was visibly pleased with herself, accepting the compliment as if it were an Order of Merlin, First Class. "I've had years of practice, the food, the drink and few select individuals make the event worthwhile, all else is simply tedious." And by all means, make the newbies feel welcome, but not at the expense of those that were not the sociable time wasting type. Of course, it WAS a good networking opportunity, if you were into that. Emily took another sip of her drink before pushing stuff around her plate with her finger, searching for her next selection.
Choosing the pig in a blanket thing, Emily popped it into her mouth whole, and chewed. An amuse grin spread across her face. She could only imagine what that must look like, Vic being interrogated by a younger sister. "Perhaps I ought to give her some interrogation techniques..." Merlin knew she had a few. Though, Vic did have a point. "Smooth," she mused, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Nope..." she added, as Vic began to question her. It was these types of conversations that often led nowhere and resulted in awkwardness. There was nobody in her life, few friends and work aside and she would not discuss it. This book was closed.
Brad was a pain in her bottom. An absolute pain there. Like a needle. Or something. Not that that was anything to remotely be thinking about right now. It was pretty weird. "I'm cool with sitting here and eating your food. Which for hygiene reasons, you can't take to the bathroom with you, sweets. You'll get ill. Or die. And that'd be an awful shame." An incredible shame, because he'd somehow find some way to haunt her, and then she'd have to put up with an annoying ghost around her home when she didn't need one. Nope. Her dogs were enough, thank you. As he looked around the room, Haley did too. "That's for youuuuu to know, Mr. Always-With-A-Female." Oh yeah. She went there. Oosh. Huzzzzzzzzah. Point to the Halester.
Her...brain? The almost-thirty year old blinked at her friend and shook her head, touching it a little. "I think I'm okay." She totally didn't understand where he'd came to the conclusion her brain needed TESTING. Which would probably involve a NEEDLE and NEEDLES.. NO.
"Someonemightseeandthinkwe'rechildren!" Which they were not. Of course, he was simply younger than she was, but she was in the last couple of years before half-of-sixty, and she was supposed to act mature. Totes pretending that she hadn't thrown skittles at her sisters earlier, cartwheeled around the garden, or pinched Brad. Totes.
Haley stuck her tongue out. "I talk enough to keep conversation with you going."
Brad pulled his plate closer to him. "My food." He was a man who needed his food all right? "My food would never go near a bathroom. That's just nasty." He nodded at the germs thing. Arching his eyebrow he said, "Only a shame?" Brad rolled his eyes. "Not my fault the ladies love me so much." Eyebrows. Because it wasn't his fault he was so irresistible.
"There has to be something wrong if you don't know if you're sitting with me or not." He smirked. Yep. He was being a bit of a jerk, but whatever.
Bradley rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with acting like children?" It was fun to act like a child. Being an adult sucked.
"Who's childish now?" Cue an eyebrow raise and smirk.
Emily was visibly pleased with herself, accepting the compliment as if it were an Order of Merlin, First Class. "I've had years of practice, the food, the drink and few select individuals make the event worthwhile, all else is simply tedious." And by all means, make the newbies feel welcome, but not at the expense of those that were not the sociable time wasting type. Of course, it WAS a good networking opportunity, if you were into that. Emily took another sip of her drink before pushing stuff around her plate with her finger, searching for her next selection.
Choosing the pig in a blanket thing, Emily popped it into her mouth whole, and chewed. An amuse grin spread across her face. She could only imagine what that must look like, Vic being interrogated by a younger sister. "Perhaps I ought to give her some interrogation techniques..." Merlin knew she had a few. Though, Vic did have a point. "Smooth," she mused, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Nope..." she added, as Vic began to question her. It was these types of conversations that often led nowhere and resulted in awkwardness. There was nobody in her life, few friends and work aside and she would not discuss it. This book was closed.
Emily distracted herself with her drink again.
A few individuals? He was more than happy to include himself in that oh-so-exclusive group of people. It wasn't all cocky, it was a conclusion because if he wasn't, she wouldn't spend this much time with him tonight, would she? Vic was more social and humans-tolerant than she was, so spending time with someone wasn't all that exclusive with him. He'd spend time with anyone and make the best of their time. "I'm flattered." He replied, popping a cake piece into his mouth and grinning.
Wait, what? Nooooo. Vic was sipping from his drink when she mused about giving Lucie some tips, and he almost spat it out laughing. "I wouldn't be able to handle that." He wouldn't know for sure, though. Oh. Hmm. That just hit him, and he took his time nibbling on the cake. But yeah, he was always smooth... if he wanted to... or by luck...
The negative answer should've been simple and normal, but the way she said only a word, when she was conversing relatively lengthily with him a minute ago, made him consider that as a loaded answer. He didn't stare or pause in his drinking and eating, though.
"They did really outdo themselves with the food this year." Vic admired the sticky sweet thing in his fingers before devouring it. Mhmmm.
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Originally Posted by Macabre Soul
A few individuals? He was more than happy to include himself in that oh-so-exclusive group of people. It wasn't all cocky, it was a conclusion because if he wasn't, she wouldn't spend this much time with him tonight, would she? Vic was more social and humans-tolerant than she was, so spending time with someone wasn't all that exclusive with him. He'd spend time with anyone and make the best of their time. "I'm flattered." He replied, popping a cake piece into his mouth and grinning.
Wait, what? Nooooo. Vic was sipping from his drink when she mused about giving Lucie some tips, and he almost spat it out laughing. "I wouldn't be able to handle that." He wouldn't know for sure, though. Oh. Hmm. That just hit him, and he took his time nibbling on the cake. But yeah, he was always smooth... if he wanted to... or by luck...
The negative answer should've been simple and normal, but the way she said only a word, when she was conversing relatively lengthily with him a minute ago, made him consider that as a loaded answer. He didn't stare or pause in his drinking and eating, though.
"They did really outdo themselves with the food this year." Vic admired the sticky sweet thing in his fingers before devouring it. Mhmmm.
He was flattered? Emily chucked, "you really should be." There was no denying it. Very few people managed to weasel their way into her good books so quickly, and Vic was one of them. "... you're the first I've danced with in... many years." Many many years, therefore, that made him special. She hadn't even danced at Izzy's wedding, it just wasn't her thing.
Emily was greatly amused now, her grin turning up in the corner - almost smirk like. Mister Bones wouldn't be able to handle a few questions, if she were involved, somehow. HA! Smart man, but now she wanted to put it to the test. "You know what?" she mused looking from him to the food, then back to him, "I think we ought to have a chat, in my office, first day back. There are some questions I'd like answers for." Or second day, depending on how busy they all would be. Of which she needed to get things sorted out.
Picking out not one, but two brownie bites, Emily sniffed one quickly before popping it into her mouth. Despite her surname sometimes being mistaken for the understated dessert, it was one of her favourites.
"They did, didn't they," she agreed, "you should try a brownie, they're pretty darn good."
Emily looked around for a clock, and found one... she would need to be heading back, soooooon.
He had entered ahead of the two at a slight diagonal ahead of Syndil, looking back to continue their conversation and ask her a question, "So, it must be at least somewhat difficult to be in a crowded situation then?"
He scanned ahead and found a seat next to the American witch (Claire Fayard). Well actually it was more like a seat and a half in the form of two chairs but with room only for the one and some of the other. He placed Syndil's plate down next to the seat by Claire and using his wand pulled the chair out for Syndil. He intended to take up a chair behind and besides Syndil's so that once seated he could effectively absorb and block any accidental bumps or interferences from guests should they float over to their table. "We haven't missed much had we, Claire?"
She was more then a little surprised when Jasper grabbed her plate and lead them toward the tables. It was more then a little out of character for him but she found she rather enjoyed it. These past 11 years had been good to him. At his question she shrugged. "Normally it would be extremely uncomfortable, at the beginning of the night it was. Not so much anymore, not sure why." She took another sip of her wine and slipped into the seat he indicated.
Oh right, the american woman she had been rude to earlier. Well, she had apologized so she decided to stay silent. Picking up a fruit kabob she ate while sipping more wine.
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