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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]
He came on down the line, his plate filled to the brim with some of the food choices actually stacked on top of each other in double-decker manner, and paused beside a certain former student of his.
"Joćo!" he greeted the boy young man with a lopsided grin. "Can't decide what to eat first?" Heh heh.
Yeah, Joćo'd noticed the enthusiasm too. He wasn't in the line after him, luckily, because his professor, err, acquaintance didn't leave much to others to eat there. Nah, Joćo was going to just stand here and note people's faces as they pick food.
...perfect! Because now he could ask his Professor Mr. Williamson why he wanted to eat everything.
The former student turned to him with a smile of his own and actually managed not to look at the plate with questioning eyes.
"You could say that," he answered after a short pause. He couldn't choose British food."I take it everything's delicious there?" Y'know, he wasn't curious about his place or anything.
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Yeah, Joćo'd noticed the enthusiasm too. He wasn't in the line after him, luckily, because his professor, err, acquaintance didn't leave much to others to eat there. Nah, Joćo was going to just stand here and note people's faces as they pick food.
...perfect! Because now he could ask his Professor Mr. Williamson why he wanted to eat everything.
The former student turned to him with a smile of his own and actually managed not to look at the plate with questioning eyes.
"You could say that," he answered after a short pause. He couldn't choose British food."I take it everything's delicious there?" Y'know, he wasn't curious about his place or anything.
Williamson just continued grinning at the student acquaintance of his. Was everything delicious? Hmm, good question. He plucked a bit of bacon sandwich off his plate and bit right in. Mmmmmmmm.
"So far," Willy mumbled around bites of food. Ergh. He really ought to mind his manners, especially around impressionable young children men like Joćo. He swallowed his food before speaking again. "I've never been to this buffet before, and call me a curious kneazle, but I want to try EVERYTHING." And why not? That was the purpose of buffets! Thank Merlin for Americans inventing them!
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Williamson just continued grinning at the student acquaintance of his. Was everything delicious? Hmm, good question. He plucked a bit of bacon sandwich off his plate and bit right in. Mmmmmmmm.
"So far," Willy mumbled around bites of food. Ergh. He really ought to mind his manners, especially around impressionable young children men like Joćo. He swallowed his food before speaking again. "I've never been to this buffet before, and call me a curious kneazle, but I want to try EVERYTHING." And why not? That was the purpose of buffets! Thank Merlin for Americans inventing them!
Joćo watched Mr. Williamson curiously. Okay. The bacon sandwich was good. He trusted the man's judgment, and would jot it down. He also realised HE should try the food too, but today wasn't the day.
He doubted his trying day would be any time soon. Would Minister mind it if he went by other's judgment?
Try everything? Joćo didn't look surprised, but it was close. He was in awe of the man's enthusiasm, actually.
"I have been here a few times," he said, "but I could never have the chance to try anything." Maybe he should overcome his 'Brazilian food only' rule now, with his old professor.
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Joćo watched Mr. Williamson curiously. Okay. The bacon sandwich was good. He trusted the man's judgment, and would jot it down. He also realised HE should try the food too, but today wasn't the day.
He doubted his trying day would be any time soon. Would Minister mind it if he went by other's judgment?
Try everything? Joćo didn't look surprised, but it was close. He was in awe of the man's enthusiasm, actually.
"I have been here a few times," he said, "but I could never have the chance to try anything." Maybe he should overcome his 'Brazilian food only' rule now, with his old professor.
Hmm.
"Why not?" Williamson speared one of the little Swedish meatballs he'd found with his fork. He popped in his mouth and munched through the savory, tangy flavor with a face of approval. Deeeeelicious.
"Do you wanna try something off my plate?" Maybe Joćo was a picky eater. Like a lil kid who had to be coaxed into eating his food. Heh heh.
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"Why not?" Williamson speared one of the little Swedish meatballs he'd found with his fork. He popped in his mouth and munched through the savory, tangy flavor with a face of approval. Deeeeelicious.
"Do you wanna try something off my plate?" Maybe Joćo was a picky eater. Like a lil kid who had to be coaxed into eating his food. Heh heh.
Why not, Joćo?
"Because..." He wasn't... didn't mind him eating. Nope. "Because I'm not hungry during these hours, generally." Let's hope Professor Williamson had never saw him going to a muggle restaurant. Professor. Mister. Why didn't he stay as a professor? The title suited him.
Try OFF his plare? Nononono "No, thanks. I'll just, uh, get my own plate." But he didn't head for it. He was just... well, it was VERY impolite of him, but he was trying to fool Mr. Williamson into thinking he would eat later, whereas he wouldn't.
And the worst thing was, the man ENJOYED it.
Maybe...maybe he could report Mr. Williamson's delicious' as his own?
I guess they are now? LOL William stands and eats sometimes. :|
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Why not, Joćo?
"Because..." He wasn't... didn't mind him eating. Nope. "Because I'm not hungry during these hours, generally." Let's hope Professor Williamson had never saw him going to a muggle restaurant. Professor. Mister. Why didn't he stay as a professor? The title suited him.
Try OFF his plare? Nononono "No, thanks. I'll just, uh, get my own plate." But he didn't head for it. He was just... well, it was VERY impolite of him, but he was trying to fool Mr. Williamson into thinking he would eat later, whereas he wouldn't.
And the worst thing was, the man ENJOYED it.
Maybe...maybe he could report Mr. Williamson's delicious' as his own?
He wasn't hungry during lunchtime hours? What was it, 11:30? William checked his watch... yep. Sure was. "You're more of a late lunchtime kind of guy, eh?" He chuckled and stabbed something else on his plate. Mmm, casserole. Loved it.
William looked up from his plate when Joćo turned down his offer of food. "No? You sure? I probably have enough food here for two..." he eyed his plate and then his own stomach and then the plate again. "Probably shouldn't have gotten so much...." Or he should have brought a container to take some home in. It was called being poor saving money. Uhhh.
Spinning some noodles onto his fork, William decided he might as well make conversation with his former student if he wasn't going to eat. "So how are you liking working for the Minister? Do you work closely with him?" He'd forgotten the kid's job title, sadly. Oops.
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He wasn't hungry during lunchtime hours? What was it, 11:30? William checked his watch... yep. Sure was. "You're more of a late lunchtime kind of guy, eh?" He chuckled and stabbed something else on his plate. Mmm, casserole. Loved it.
William looked up from his plate when Joćo turned down his offer of food. "No? You sure? I probably have enough food here for two..." he eyed his plate and then his own stomach and then the plate again. "Probably shouldn't have gotten so much...." Or he should have brought a container to take some home in. It was called being poor saving money. Uhhh.
Spinning some noodles onto his fork, William decided he might as well make conversation with his former student if he wasn't going to eat. "So how are you liking working for the Minister? Do you work closely with him?" He'd forgotten the kid's job title, sadly. Oops.
Well, he could say that. Joćo nodded and muttered "I guess so." Was it weird not eating anything where people came to eat? Hopefully not. In any case, he didn't feel like eating much today either. He would just pay another visit to the Mexican restaurant for lucnh-dinner after he was done for the day.
That, he did. But Joćo didn't quite... approve of sharing plates with people either. What if the Minister came suddenly? It wouldn't be a nice view, he was sure. It was too early for them to share plates, anyway.
"Maybe you could take it home?" He'd seen that in restaurants. Why not here? Or would it look unprofessional?
"Oh, it's--good," he said as he tried to control his smile. "Challenging, definitely." Like how he had to inspect food court without raising too much suspicious? "Yeah, I'm his assistant, after all." Y'know, HE was his assistant. Not anyone else.
"How about your job, sir?" Did he even tell him what he did?
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Well, he could say that. Joćo nodded and muttered "I guess so." Was it weird not eating anything where people came to eat? Hopefully not. In any case, he didn't feel like eating much today either. He would just pay another visit to the Mexican restaurant for lucnh-dinner after he was done for the day.
That, he did. But Joćo didn't quite... approve of sharing plates with people either. What if the Minister came suddenly? It wouldn't be a nice view, he was sure. It was too early for them to share plates, anyway.
"Maybe you could take it home?" He'd seen that in restaurants. Why not here? Or would it look unprofessional?
"Oh, it's--good," he said as he tried to control his smile. "Challenging, definitely." Like how he had to inspect food court without raising too much suspicious? "Yeah, I'm his assistant, after all." Y'know, HE was his assistant. Not anyone else.
"How about your job, sir?" Did he even tell him what he did?
Guess so. Hmm. William was quiet for a bit as he was munching and chewing and tasting delicious (to him) things from his plate. Had he forgotten to get any fruit? He should have gotten some fruit, he quite loved fruit.
"Maybe. Lemme know if you see any boxes?" And if not.... "Hey, maybe that's a suggestion you could make to your boss. Take-out boxes in the food court. Wonderful idea."
Challenging... really, being the Minister's personal assistant was challenging? William squinted at Joćo from across his fork. "Is he out of the office today? I thought personal assistants basically had to follow the Minister around, taking notes on everything he said or something..." Or was that what the undersecretaries did? Seemed like a dull job either way, even if it was an honor or whatnot to work directly beside THE Minister for Magic.
"Heh," William chuckled at the topic of his job and picked up a roasted chicken leg from his plate, "my job is... different. I thought there would be more dragons involved and fewer creepy mutants running around this plate." He bit off a bit of the chicken and chewed thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about those, wouldja?" Joćo was important now, working closely with the Minister. He might know things.
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Guess so. Hmm. William was quiet for a bit as he was munching and chewing and tasting delicious (to him) things from his plate. Had he forgotten to get any fruit? He should have gotten some fruit, he quite loved fruit.
"Maybe. Lemme know if you see any boxes?" And if not.... "Hey, maybe that's a suggestion you could make to your boss. Take-out boxes in the food court. Wonderful idea."
Challenging... really, being the Minister's personal assistant was challenging? William squinted at Joćo from across his fork. "Is he out of the office today? I thought personal assistants basically had to follow the Minister around, taking notes on everything he said or something..." Or was that what the undersecretaries did? Seemed like a dull job either way, even if it was an honor or whatnot to work directly beside THE Minister for Magic.
"Heh," William chuckled at the topic of his job and picked up a roasted chicken leg from his plate, "my job is... different. I thought there would be more dragons involved and fewer creepy mutants running around this plate." He bit off a bit of the chicken and chewed thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about those, wouldja?" Joćo was important now, working closely with the Minister. He might know things.
So this was his chance to eat from the infamous food court, it seemed. Because with the delicious vibes from Mr. Williamson--if vibes even existed--Joćo could make peace with British cuisine--if that even existed too. He eyed the food in the short silence.
...nah, he wasn't going to disregard his words. Now that Mr. Williamson thought he ate lunch late, he would.
That squint? The question afterwards? Why did people have such a negative approach to his job? "He is in the office, he just allows me some free time too." Actually, his job WAS inspecting food court. He was just asked to do it silently. "So I barely follow him around." In spite of what everyone thought, it was more fun than any other department, plus the honourable title.
Dragons? Right. How could Joćo forget 'Roro'? He should have known. He tried his best to keep the fear and disgust away from his face. Dragons and creepy mutants. He was lucky they didn't roam around his level, but he wasn't deaf either.
"Just the general stuff everyone's talking about," he said with a small frown. "Do you know where they came from? Or what they are?" Or how to... eliminate them upon encounter?
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Originally Posted by StarShine
So this was his chance to eat from the infamous food court, it seemed. Because with the delicious vibes from Mr. Williamson--if vibes even existed--Joćo could make peace with British cuisine--if that even existed too. He eyed the food in the short silence.
...nah, he wasn't going to disregard his words. Now that Mr. Williamson thought he ate lunch late, he would.
That squint? The question afterwards? Why did people have such a negative approach to his job? "He is in the office, he just allows me some free time too." Actually, his job WAS inspecting food court. He was just asked to do it silently. "So I barely follow him around." In spite of what everyone thought, it was more fun than any other department, plus the honourable title.
Dragons? Right. How could Joćo forget 'Roro'? He should have known. He tried his best to keep the fear and disgust away from his face. Dragons and creepy mutants. He was lucky they didn't roam around his level, but he wasn't deaf either.
"Just the general stuff everyone's talking about," he said with a small frown. "Do you know where they came from? Or what they are?" Or how to... eliminate them upon encounter?
Oh how nice, Joćo got free time as a perk of working with the Minister. Hmmph. Wish the other departments could say the same... not that he was complaining. He quite liked working with creatures and other creature-minded people.
"So what does a personal assistant do, exactly?" Williamson stabbed a few green beans off his plate. "Forgive my ignorance," he added, belatedly, "I've never had an assistant." Or a secretary. Or even a house elf, though his parents did have a few.
He missed any reaction Joćo might have had to HIS job description --- dragons were awesome, yeah!!!!!! --- and continued eating. Wellp, more than half the plate was empty now... might as well finish it, eh?
"No clue," he replied with a slight shake of his head. "I caught one in my pants a few weeks back. There was something weird going on with the albino bloodhounds too." And he wasn't even in charge of those pups.
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Oh how nice, Joćo got free time as a perk of working with the Minister. Hmmph. Wish the other departments could say the same... not that he was complaining. He quite liked working with creatures and other creature-minded people.
"So what does a personal assistant do, exactly?" Williamson stabbed a few green beans off his plate. "Forgive my ignorance," he added, belatedly, "I've never had an assistant." Or a secretary. Or even a house elf, though his parents did have a few.
He missed any reaction Joćo might have had to HIS job description --- dragons were awesome, yeah!!!!!! --- and continued eating. Wellp, more than half the plate was empty now... might as well finish it, eh?
"No clue," he replied with a slight shake of his head. "I caught one in my pants a few weeks back. There was something weird going on with the albino bloodhounds too." And he wasn't even in charge of those pups.
Joćo didn't answer right away, but watched the beans instead. Only ministers or such had assistants anyway, but Joćo kept that to himself.
"I oversee a few things for him," he said as his eyes moved to his at last. "And follow his schedule." Win his trust. Flatter him. Bring him coffee and stuff. As Vivi put it, be the lackey person. Joćo kept these parts to himself too. Those were in the universal handbook of 'being an assistant', though. Mr. Williamson probably guessed them anyway.
...Joćo's eyebrows looked like they were trying to reach for the ceiling first, then they did their best to reach each other in the deepest frown his face muscles could produce.
"...i--in your pants?" He shuddered. He did his best to control his fear, but it was too much. His face went white. "I mean... you didn't--feel?" He didn't even hear the part about albino somethings.
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Originally Posted by StarShine
Joćo didn't answer right away, but watched the beans instead. Only ministers or such had assistants anyway, but Joćo kept that to himself.
"I oversee a few things for him," he said as his eyes moved to his at last. "And follow his schedule." Win his trust. Flatter him. Bring him coffee and stuff. As Vivi put it, be the lackey person. Joćo kept these parts to himself too. Those were in the universal handbook of 'being an assistant', though. Mr. Williamson probably guessed them anyway.
...Joćo's eyebrows looked like they were trying to reach for the ceiling first, then they did their best to reach each other in the deepest frown his face muscles could produce.
"...i--in your pants?" He shuddered. He did his best to control his fear, but it was too much. His face went white. "I mean... you didn't--feel?" He didn't even hear the part about albino somethings.
WHERE HAD HE COME TO?!
Oversee a few things... follow his schedule... uh HUH! So Joćo DID follow the Minister around! William knew it. It was the Slytherin in him --- instincts, ya know --- that told him what Joćo really meant when he described his job. Yep yep. Now he tried not to smirk and instead just nodded. "Sounds important." Uh huh.
He then nearly choked on his roast beef at the former student's reaction to his pants story. Why, he hadn't even told it yet! "Yeah, apparently it likes dark places, this one did anyway. So it climbed up my leg and my boss made me take off my pants since it was attached." Wiliamson grinned at the personal assistant boy. "I felt it all right. But luckily it was on the OUTSIDE of the pants, til I removed them and wrapped it all up, anyway."
And then the creature had gone right to sleep! Amazing what swaddling, soft fabric, and dark could do for creatures.
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Oversee a few things... follow his schedule... uh HUH! So Joćo DID follow the Minister around! William knew it. It was the Slytherin in him --- instincts, ya know --- that told him what Joćo really meant when he described his job. Yep yep. Now he tried not to smirk and instead just nodded. "Sounds important." Uh huh.
He then nearly choked on his roast beef at the former student's reaction to his pants story. Why, he hadn't even told it yet! "Yeah, apparently it likes dark places, this one did anyway. So it climbed up my leg and my boss made me take off my pants since it was attached." Wiliamson grinned at the personal assistant boy. "I felt it all right. But luckily it was on the OUTSIDE of the pants, til I removed them and wrapped it all up, anyway."
And then the creature had gone right to sleep! Amazing what swaddling, soft fabric, and dark could do for creatures.
Joćo studied the man for a moment--it just infuriated him when people looked down on his job, y'know?--reminded himself he was Professor WWW and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
'Sides, mutants climbing on legs. He had to learn about THAT.
Dark--yeah, trousers were dark. Joćo looked dumbly at him with his mouth open and all. "You're--" he was--grinning. The former student blinked. "But why didn't you--"kill it right away, but that would probably be a dramatic question and Joćo doubted Profe--Mr. WWW had the guts to do it. He sure didn't.
Ignoring the images of 'bare-legged Mr. Williamson' on his mind, he could finally articulate a full sentence: "So they are, uh, tamed enough to handle that easily?"
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Joćo studied the man for a moment--it just infuriated him when people looked down on his job, y'know?--reminded himself he was Professor WWW and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
'Sides, mutants climbing on legs. He had to learn about THAT.
Dark--yeah, trousers were dark. Joćo looked dumbly at him with his mouth open and all. "You're--" he was--grinning. The former student blinked. "But why didn't you--"kill it right away, but that would probably be a dramatic question and Joćo doubted Profe--Mr. WWW had the guts to do it. He sure didn't.
Ignoring the images of 'bare-legged Mr. Williamson' on his mind, he could finally articulate a full sentence: "So they are, uh, tamed enough to handle that easily?"
William had to refrain from laughing again. Just --- Joćo --- his facial expressions --- was he aware he was currently gaping? Yeah? Cos he was, and Will almost wanted to take a picture so he'd have a lasting memory of this moment. THIS was what a dumbfounded Joćo MMNT Neves looked alike. Aha. At last.
He tilted his head at the boy's unspoken question and quickly, abruptly, shook it. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered killing the thing on the spot, but there was no way he could really do that with January and Harmony present. He just couldn't.
"I don't think they're tame right now," he replied slowly, thoughtfully, tapping his fork on his plate a few times as he stared off into the distance. "But were they domesticated creatures once? Probably. What happened to them, though? Why are they going all... crazy right now? What MUTATED them?" He dropped his fork with a small, final clatter onto the plate. "That's what we've got to figure out, Joćo. That's the problem here."
Or one of them, at least.
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William had to refrain from laughing again. Just --- Joćo --- his facial expressions --- was he aware he was currently gaping? Yeah? Cos he was, and Will almost wanted to take a picture so he'd have a lasting memory of this moment. THIS was what a dumbfounded Joćo MMNT Neves looked alike. Aha. At last.
He tilted his head at the boy's unspoken question and quickly, abruptly, shook it. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered killing the thing on the spot, but there was no way he could really do that with January and Harmony present. He just couldn't.
"I don't think they're tame right now," he replied slowly, thoughtfully, tapping his fork on his plate a few times as he stared off into the distance. "But were they domesticated creatures once? Probably. What happened to them, though? Why are they going all... crazy right now? What MUTATED them?" He dropped his fork with a small, final clatter onto the plate. "That's what we've got to figure out, Joćo. That's the problem here."
Or one of them, at least.
Err... Mr. WWW--Williamson--Professor--whoever he was, understood his... unfinished question? Joćo tensed his jaw. He didn't offend him, did he? It was never certain with the creature enthusiasts--the way they loved those ugly, disgusting things unconditionally and how they generally thought 'The more dangerous, the better'.
...not tame? Blimey! Joćo wanted to run out of the building right at that moment, but he sat there listening to his former professor.
"They...maybe are experiment animals." If there was one thing that made him nauseous, it was thinking of experiment animals because how they were generally rats and RATS were... he shuddered visibly.
"Have you asked it to mystery department?" WHO knew what they did there?!
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Err... Mr. WWW--Williamson--Professor--whoever he was, understood his... unfinished question? Joćo tensed his jaw. He didn't offend him, did he? It was never certain with the creature enthusiasts--the way they loved those ugly, disgusting things unconditionally and how they generally thought 'The more dangerous, the better'.
...not tame? Blimey! Joćo wanted to run out of the building right at that moment, but he sat there listening to his former professor.
"They...maybe are experiment animals." If there was one thing that made him nauseous, it was thinking of experiment animals because how they were generally rats and RATS were... he shuddered visibly.
"Have you asked it to mystery department?" WHO knew what they did there?!
Williamson was not offended, no. After all, great Snakes thought alike. Creature-loving snakes, however, didn't always act on their instincts. So that was why the mutant was still alive. Somewhere.
"Maybe they are," he shrugged and pushed away his plate. This was sounding more and more like a mystery he wanted to solve. Would Joćo help? "I haven't... do you think THEY were the ones doing the testing?!" Good thought, Joćo, good thought. Will hadn't even considered the angle that it was a problem stemming from the inside...
Maybe he ought to go down there and poke around later.
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Williamson was not offended, no. After all, great Snakes thought alike. Creature-loving snakes, however, didn't always act on their instincts. So that was why the mutant was still alive. Somewhere.
"Maybe they are," he shrugged and pushed away his plate. This was sounding more and more like a mystery he wanted to solve. Would Joćo help? "I haven't... do you think THEY were the ones doing the testing?!" Good thought, Joćo, good thought. Will hadn't even considered the angle that it was a problem stemming from the inside...
Maybe he ought to go down there and poke around later.
YEAH! Who else could it be? Surely it wasn't aliens?
Aliens. Haha. Joćo wondered what Pro--MISTER Williamson would think about THAT.
"I just know no one but them are allowed into the chambers," he said, "and if they came from outside, muggles would have announced it to the world. So it is either the securities' fault that they didn't search someone thoroughly," what would ASPEN think about that?, "or them. The Mystery Department." Because this logic was logical.
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YEAH! Who else could it be? Surely it wasn't aliens?
Aliens. Haha. Joćo wondered what Pro--MISTER Williamson would think about THAT.
"I just know no one but them are allowed into the chambers," he said, "and if they came from outside, muggles would have announced it to the world. So it is either the securities' fault that they didn't search someone thoroughly," what would ASPEN think about that?, "or them. The Mystery Department." Because this logic was logical.
"Ooooooh security's fault. You're definitely on to something." Williamson bobbed his head thoughtfully. "I even know someone in the DMLE. Maybe she can look into it too?" He would definitely be mentioning this to Alysson. It was too solid a theory NOT to mention! Duh!
"So you wanna check it out with me sometime, Joćo?" Will was sort of grinning at the boy conspiratorially. What, a Slytherin had no fear. At least not when it came to TOTALLY NON-DANGEROUS PLACES like the Department of Mysteries. Pfffffft. That place was for babies.
Human resources, on the other hand, in the Minister's office? Terrifying.
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"Ooooooh security's fault. You're definitely on to something." Williamson bobbed his head thoughtfully. "I even know someone in the DMLE. Maybe she can look into it too?" He would definitely be mentioning this to Alysson. It was too solid a theory NOT to mention! Duh!
"So you wanna check it out with me sometime, Joćo?" Will was sort of grinning at the boy conspiratorially. What, a Slytherin had no fear. At least not when it came to TOTALLY NON-DANGEROUS PLACES like the Department of Mysteries. Pfffffft. That place was for babies.
Human resources, on the other hand, in the Minister's office? Terrifying.
Joćo just had the brains, but he nodded along. He wondered WHO the--man knew, but he didn't ask.
"I hope it isn't anyone's fault, though," he said as if he was this terribly kind person. Merlin. He would only LAUGH if it did turn out to be a security fault. He was as cold as Arctic ice when it came to stuff like this, but he knew WELL to pretend he cared and had a big puffy heart in his chest.
He smirked then knowingly. LIKE he WOULDN'T! "If I won't trouble you, sir," he said like the well educated aristocrat he was, "because this is a problem to be tackled." Nod nod. He WANTED information for his own reasons, and he was going to get it.
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Joćo just had the brains, but he nodded along. He wondered WHO the--man knew, but he didn't ask.
"I hope it isn't anyone's fault, though," he said as if he was this terribly kind person. Merlin. He would only LAUGH if it did turn out to be a security fault. He was as cold as Arctic ice when it came to stuff like this, but he knew WELL to pretend he cared and had a big puffy heart in his chest.
He smirked then knowingly. LIKE he WOULDN'T! "If I won't trouble you, sir," he said like the well educated aristocrat he was, "because this is a problem to be tackled." Nod nod. He WANTED information for his own reasons, and he was going to get it.
"Oh you're so kind, Joćo," Will said wholeheartedly as though he believed him. "You think it's just an accident?" He hadn't even considered the possibility that whoever had released these mutants was innocent until proven guilty. Fascinating.
If it wouldn't trouble William... "Of course not! Call me P.I. Williamson. We got this."
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"Oh you're so kind, Joćo," Will said wholeheartedly as though he believed him. "You think it's just an accident?" He hadn't even considered the possibility that whoever had released these mutants was innocent until proven guilty. Fascinating.
If it wouldn't trouble William... "Of course not! Call me P.I. Williamson. We got this."
Joćo sighed--he had to complete his role now that his former professor seemed to believe him. He couldn't slip on that one, and he wouldn't.
"I hope it is," he said as his tone was kind of hopeful. He didn't need to add people were going to be fired if it wasn't. He didn't care, but Mr. Williamson had never struck him like a 100% ambitious, sordid snake. Joćo knew eloquence.
He smiled a little, then. "When will we... meet again?" To investigate. Joćo couldn't help but get excited by just thinking how PLEASED The Minister would be if his own personal assistant found out what happened. He also knew he shouldn't investigate on his own, but only an idiot would turn down the chance of being the hero.
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Joćo sighed--he had to complete his role now that his former professor seemed to believe him. He couldn't slip on that one, and he wouldn't.
"I hope it is," he said as his tone was kind of hopeful. He didn't need to add people were going to be fired if it wasn't. He didn't care, but Mr. Williamson had never struck him like a 100% ambitious, sordid snake. Joćo knew eloquence.
He smiled a little, then. "When will we... meet again?" To investigate. Joćo couldn't help but get excited by just thinking how PLEASED The Minister would be if his own personal assistant found out what happened. He also knew he shouldn't investigate on his own, but only an idiot would turn down the chance of being the hero.
Of course, of course they all hoped it was only an accident. Williamson scratched his chin when Joćo mentioned meeting up again and gave the younger man a shrug. "As soon as possible? You tell me when you're free. I have a feeling my schedule is a little more flexible than yours right now." He wasn't tied to the Minister like Joćo was, anyway.
With that, Willy stood and grabbed his tray of food to go dump it. He paused beside the table. "You owl me or send me a memo or something, okay?"
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Of course, of course they all hoped it was only an accident. Williamson scratched his chin when Joćo mentioned meeting up again and gave the younger man a shrug. "As soon as possible? You tell me when you're free. I have a feeling my schedule is a little more flexible than yours right now." He wasn't tied to the Minister like Joćo was, anyway.
With that, Willy stood and grabbed his tray of food to go dump it. He paused beside the table. "You owl me or send me a memo or something, okay?"
Joćo nodded. Sure, he probably had the tighter schedule. "I'll check my schedule right away, sir." Would it be too early if he wanted to meet tomorrow? Would he look too much of a suck-up, eager-to-be-the-hero type of guy? There was no denying he was exactly that, but he didn't want anyone to know it.
Maybe he should call his father and ask about it.
He was leaving? Joćo got up out of respect too, and nodded. "Will do. Have a nice and mutant-less day, sir." He, on the other hand, was just going to keep starving here and observe the people's faces to determine the quality of the food.
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