The Dessert Bar Yes, your mother always told you not to spoil your appetite with sweets; but your mother isn't here, is she? The Ministry Food Court employees did well in the other parts of the food court, but it’s easy to see that they spent plenty of time planning and setting up the buffet-style table dedicated to the sweeter things in life...and really, who would deserve dessert more than you after a long shift of obliviating Muggles or sending out press releases to put an end to the most recent Ministry scandal? When you approach the table, you find a stack of plates and bowls at each end, and dishes of delicious-looking desserts lining both sides of the long expanse. Walk, don't rush, because there's plenty of pudding and pies for everyone! |
Dani! It was still a bit early for lunch, and technically Alani hadn't done enough work this morning to justify her claims of having 'worked up an appetite' and therefore needing a break from the busy life of assisting her sadly wedlocked boss. But she had grown increasingly bored just sitting at her desk organizing files and taking notes when needed. She wanted to do something different. Like eat desserts! That hadn't been done since she had lunch yesterday. Incredibly too long to go without pie. Skipping all the other tables, she made a beeline for the desserts and proceeded to pile her plate with the flavors of pie she'd yet to have this week, mentally calculating how much it all would cost so she didn't over spend. Still on a budget here. |
Legend wash hungry. Soooo hungry. Look at him! He was wilting away! Wilting away to a nothing! He was practically about to disappear. Poof into oblivion and whatnot. The Auror had after all only eaten about half a dozen eggs for breakfast, and he was a growing boy! Er- well not really anymore. But still. After patrolling all day. It was finally lunch time! Well...not really but close enough to lunch time. After getting a bacon sandwich and a bottle of water, Legend made his way over to the dessert table. Because what was almost lunch without dessert right? Legend was about to grab the very last piece of blueberry cream pie but someone beat him too it. Like....what? Unacceptable. "Hey- that pie-" He pointed to her plate. Whhhhy did she already have so many? "-The blueberry one-that's mine." Gimme please. |
Two. Two pieces of pie, two cookies, and some jelly slugs. That would suffice for lunch and tide her over until the day was over. And then she would go for a healthy meal with her piggy. But what was this nonsense? Someone was pointing at her plate. Alani turned her attention to the tall man beside her and gave him pointed looks. "It's rude to point." This one needed to learn a few things about manners. "And it's not yours. This is my pie. Hence it being on my plate." And she was going to ENJOY it. She waved at the other pieces before starting for the register. "Help yourself to another flavor. They have plenty of everything else." |
Legend frowned. And his stomach grumbled. Look, hear that? It had already started, he had already begun to fade away! Clearly the pie was needed."It's only yours because you got it first!" Legend arguing, ignoring the rude comment. Pssssh. It wasn't rude. rRde was taking the pie that he had wanted. "Plus how am I even sure that isyour plate?" She could have stolen it from someone else like the pie. Stolen things. In front of an Auror. That was illegal you know. He could arrest you woman! And yes, while he could very well take another slice Legend hadn't wanted another slice. He had wanted that one. |
"That's usually how it works, yes." He wasn't too bright, and he also wasn't in her department. Who was he? Alani squinted at him. "It's in my plate that's in my hands. That makes it MY pie." She kept squinting at him and made sure to keep the pie close to her body, in case he should be a pie thief. It was a thing. "You're rather rude. Who are you?" |
"Well yeah but that-" The blonde stopped himself mid-sentence. That wasn't what he had meant at all because now her logic made perfect sense. Legend frowned. He just wanted the pie okay? "Yeah but like that's like saying that If I took the plate out of your hands it would make all those desserts you have mine. Which wouldn't be true. Just the pie is." Now she had to pass it back so they could both live their life in peace and harmony. "I'm not rude. And i'm-" Legend paused, stopping himself once again. "-I'll tell you if you give me the pie." The glanced at the pie then at her. "Please?" |
"No, that's stealing. The pie was never yours. It was always mine. Fate deemed it so." He would just have to get over it somehow. Find another pie to be his new love and make him happy, 'cause it wasn't this pie. This pie was HER temporary happiness. Alani considered his offer, and shook her head. "No. That's okay, I'll just call you blondie until I discover your real name." She grinned pleased with her decision and turned to pay for her food. "If you want I can save you the pie crust." It was usually for her pig, but she made exceptions. |
Legend was getting annoyed now. This woman was really something else. "Yeah and I wouldn't steal. Stealing is not my thing. I'm against stealing. Which is why i'm against you taking my pie." Like really. Fate and him were buds. How did he know? Well he wasn't dead yet so duh. And because Fate and him were buds, fate would not deem HIS pie YOURS Miss Pie Stealer. Uh. Blondie? No. That was not acceptable. Legend let out a sigh, following her as she went to pay for her food. "My name is not blondie it's Legend." There, see, happy? "And maybe we can share? Please? Pretty please? Share as in, MORE than just the crust? He pulled out some change and offered it to her. Some pie was better than no pie. |
"Aren't you the noble man." She quipped with a grin. "My pie." If she was being cheeky, she'd write her name across it, but Alani was more interested in just eating said pie than physically labeling it hers. It being in her possession would suffice. She paused in her conversation with Blondie to pay for her food, glancing back over her shoulder as she went to pick a seat. "I know that's not your name, it's what I'm calling you." Legend? "That's an... interesting name. I almost prefer Blondie." Legend sounded like he was full of himself or something. "Maybe. Maybe we can share. It's a big maybe though." Giant even. |
"Our pie?"Legend suggested instead with a bold grin of his own. Because yes. He was quite noble. He was so noble in fact he was willing to share his pie with a woman who already had another slice of pie-be it a different flavour but still- on her plate. When she didn't take the money Legend just stuffed it back in his pocket. "And yeah, it is but that's who I am, Legend Chosen."He nodded because yes, that was his name. " And I don't prefer Blondie." Blondie was stupid. "You can call me Legend. Or you can call me Chosen if you wish." Because that's what Emily had decided to call him after she had REFUSED to call him Legend. Ministry women seemed to hate his name or something."Although you did just say maybe three times so, sounds more like a yes to me. Exactly like a yes. Legend followed the woman and took the seat beside her. Obviously he was not going to leave. If he left then how would he get- or maybe get his pie? "What's your name?" |
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"Well you have an interesting name, Legend Chosen." His parents must have seen GREAT things for his future. She sure hoped the ministry meant great things to them, because it sure didn't with her parents. "I don't like people trying to take my pie." Insert pointed looks here. She took into consideration his name, pausing dramatically. "I'll call you.... the Chosen one." Yes. That suited him. Not as well as Blondie, but it would have to do. "Three maybes don't equal to a yes, Chosen One. You need to repeat a few years of school." Or at least pick up a book. No. No he wasn't leaving. She scooted her chair away from his and took the tray with her. "My name is Alani Marie." Much more humble than his own. |
Clip clopping her way about the food court, her dark wavy locks bouning as she went, the Healer's frenzied eyes darted around and fell upon all those present. She WOULD be having a word with them later about their serious lack of dietary incentive later, but first she needed a thorough assessment of just WHAT was being served here at the Ministry. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERLIN," she SHRIEKED as though in COMPLETE and UTTER agony. Someone catch her! QUICK! She was gonna faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaint from this HORRENDOUS sight! |
Snack time! This would be good. Today's snack was going to be........ dessert! So William hopped in line at his favorite place in the Ministry --- the food court, duh --- when lo and behold.... Quote:
Geez, did she need something to eat or drink?!! This WAS a hard place to work, he understood that. But that was no reason to deprive yourself to the point of fainting! |
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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII" she laughed loudly in greeting, flashing a big toothy smile at the man. "Aren't you a fine specimin, Mr. Hottie McHotter." Did he feel that? The connection their eyes made as they GAZED into each other's existence? She did. |
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Save him!!!!!!!!!!!!!! William gave the woman as much of a push as he could Thank you, random stranger. What was he supposed to say to that?! ".............." Willy swallowed what felt like his dry, dry tongue. "..Ineedadrink!!" Excuse him! He quickly moved ahead of her down the dessert bar. Down down down, drink drink drink, didn't they have like.... chocolate milk over here?! At least?!?! He hurriedly stuffed a moist and fudgy-looking brownie into his face, and held onto another for the road. Milk, though, he needed to find the milk! |
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GASP! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP! What had he...? Did he just...? NO! NO NO NOooooooooo! Did he know what he was DOING to himself?! "OH MY MERLIN NOOOO," she shrieked like a harpy as she clip clopped after him. "Spit it out! That VILE thing called food in your mouth! SPIT! IT! OUT!" And he should drop the other one...unless he wanted a Loranys tackle huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuug. He totally did. She could tell. |
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HE WAS LITERALLY BEING CHASED BY A CRAZY LADY!!!!! No! William shook his head forcefully as the lady started after him. NO! He would most certainly NOT spit out this DEEELICIOUS brownie! He started to swallow said brownie but despite his haste to make the tastyness happen, Willy's dry esphagous kicked into protest mode. And thus he began choking, for reals, at the lady. He made a coughing sound but found the brownie lodged, and clutched at his throat in a mixture of surprise and horror, his already wide eyes just growing wider with anxiety. Nooooooooo this was no way to go down--- caught between a crazy lady and a delicious brownie, he would choose the brownie any day but HE WAS TOO YOUNG TO DIE LIKE THIS. |
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"OOOOOOOOH MY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEERLIN!" she wailed as she wiggled her way around his back and wrapped her twig arms around his muscular Hottie McHotter self to perform the Heimlich maneuver. Oh, this felt so nice... She paused for just a moment to rub her cheek against his strong muscular back. Perhaps even purred just a smidge. "Not to worry, I'm certified," she assured him. "And doooooooon't you worry. If you pass out I can give you mouth-to-mouth to HAHAHAHAHA resuscitate you." See? Destiny had brought them together at this moment. She just KNEW these Health Evaluations were going to be a fabulous thing for her career. |
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"PPPFFFFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPppppp!" out went the brownie like it was nothing. But hallelujah, he was saved! Hallelujah, he was not going to die in the "I'm........" he inhaled deeply, deeeeeeeeeply, and realized he had squashed the other brownie that was in his hand. Oh. Oh well, he definitely didn't want a brownie after all of THAT. "I'm fineeeeeeeeee!" He was a little wheezy and definitely breathless, but HE WAS ALIVE. And... the lady was still holding on to him...... why? William tried to wipe the brownie off on her a little bit, with an apologetic nod of his head. Um. "Thank you?" As in, you can let go now? |
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Maybe just ooooooooooooone more cheek rub against his back. OOOH! He smelled nice too. Like warm raw almond butter cups. Now THAT was an acceptable dessert. Not this sugar infested oil soaked STUFF they were serving here. Probably not a vegan item in the place. HORRENDOUS! "We need to get you cleaned up AND perform a physical examination to be entirely sure," she said in a shrill sing-song voice while linking arms with him. She gave his arm a tight squeezes with her hand...and accidentally had her false finger nails pinch his skin. They were just SUCH a CUTE couple it was hard not to squeeze him to bits! "This is TOTALLY why you shouldn't be eating things like THAT. They are a hazard to your health," she scolded, he head resting on his shoulder. "I have JUST the thing for you. If you just take a seat right over there and I can give you a quick check up and nurse you entirely back to health." |
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Goodness. She was like... rubbing her face on him. Was she a foreigner? Was this some out-of-town tradition, to wipe your snot on someone after you saved their life? He "I uh, I don't even know you," he stated bluntly, rubbing the back of his head and giving this woman a WEIRDDDed out LOOK. Oh crap, she had somehow inserted her arm into his so now they were interlinked. "Uhhhhhh.........." She'd told him to sit, right? So "Where? There?" He started off toward the seat, struck by a brilliant idea. "Why don't you run and get your um... check-up stuff....." delusional lady would probably come back with like a trash bag full of used bendy straws, "...and I'll just have a seat over here. Sound good?" He attempted to ignore all the alarm bells going off in his head and smiled for her. |
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It's alright there, baby boy. You're sweet lady mama was here to make it aaaaaaaaaaaaall better. "Oh don't you worry about that, baby doll. I've got it all tucked away riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight," she reached into the inside of her the inside of her blouse to retrieve a very small white bag. "HEEEEEEERE!" What kind of exceptional Healer would she be if she didn't always carry her equipment on her person?! First thing out of the box, charmed with an Extension Charm by the way, was naturally her stethoscope. Quickly slipping it on while she bobbed her head to a tune that only she could hear, another lipstick stained smile pulled at her features. "I'll make sure that it's niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice and toasty for you," she said with a small shimmy. She then blew on the chestpiece and waved it at him. |
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But before he could really react to all that, the lady was sticking her hand INTO HER BLOUSE and he felt his face beginning to warm up again. AGAIN. AHHHH THE THING FROM HER BLOUSE was just a bag. Oh whew. Okay. No need to cover his eyes, then. But now why was she wearing a snake in her ears?! William had no idea what THAT was, and now he REALLY wished he had run away instead of sitting down. Or choked. Maybe choking would have been the better plan. "Aaaa-a--are you a Healer?" He stammered, craning his neck and leaning back as far as he could. "Mmy appointment isn't unt-t-t-til 4:30!" He had picked the latest time for a reason, see. She had better not touch him with that snake thing she was blowing on. |
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"I am indeedy. Loranys Lilyfield, but you can call me Lor or lover or Loranys," she giggled as she resisted giving him another gently pat. Could break one of his brittle bones and that would just be TERRIBLE. "Oh no no no, you need IMMEDIATE attention. You are clearly suffering from O.O.P.S, pruritusism, and zuccherotosis. In fact, an examination here just will NOT do." Which was a pity because now she couldn't use her toy to listen to the way his heart went pitter patter for her. Removing her wand, she gave it a lavish whirl around and conjured a stretcher. "Now, don't you worry honey bun. We are going to fix you riiiiiiiiiight up. Ravaora is the BEST at what she does. I am going to write you up a meal plan I want you to follow to ensure you are meeting all your dietary needs. That should help take care of your severe case of zuccherotosis." She patted the floated stretcher with a grin and obnoxious giggle. "Hop up haaaaaaaaaaaaaandsome." Or else she would have no other option but to use her magic to get him on there and tie him down. Poor stud didn't know how BAD his condition was. |
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