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It was starting to get uncomfortable. He was starting to get uncomfortable. Not only because he was pretty sure he had accidentally put on a pair of his fiance's pants (they were a bit tight in the waist so they were Sachin's or he was getting fat. But as his pants fit yesterday he was pretty sure he wasn't. And if he was getting fat, it was still his fiance's fault for always making sure he ate/being such a good cook), but also because the reports he was getting from other countries were starting to get worse. He wasn't sure if the Minister had been receiving similar reports, because most of his ambassadors had assured him that their countries were attempting to keep all knowledge anti-muggle sentiments and the increased reports of identify theft out of the news outlets. So armed with a few reports and a few pieces of correspondence that he felt the Minister should read, he walked into the Reception office. He didn't have an appointment, but he felt that this was information that couldn't wait. If he couldn't in to see Charles, well, then he'd leave the information with January and then follow up with the Minister tomorrow. "Hello," he said walking up to the reception desk. "Is the Minster or Mrs. Bones in?" |
SPOILER!!: Things were finally looking good for the curly haired blonde on level one at the Ministry of Magic. She’d finally gone on a date for the first time in forever, and the most important thing of all, she was on top of her work! Sure, it had almost pushed her to the edge but she’d somehow managed to return her stack of memos to the correct homes and she was on top of her own work too, which was super important, what with Hogwarts now back in term. It really was rewarding, helping to support those families who couldn’t afford to send their children to school. Hogwarts was for everyone after all. Walking into the lobby, her reports tucked under her arm, ready to go to grab some food because she was now officially on her brake, a wide smile on her face for a moment, until she spotted…him. Standing there with his reports as if he owned the place. She loved being on this floor but sometimes, it really was a pain having the minister share the floor because anyone and everyone ended up down here at one point. Casting a disapproving glance over at him, she walked past the reception desk and past him, refusing to give him the light of day. In a few moments, she’d be out of here enjoying her salad on her own and then she’d get back and he’d be gone and everything in the world would be grand. The plan was perfect…except she hadn’t considered what would happen if she tripped, right in front of him and sent her files across the floor as if she’d just dropped a bag of marbles. |
Text Cut: Delyth A disruption behind him, turned Conley’s attention from the receptionist desk. A flurry of papers rained down around the lobby. Conley’s face twitched from a smile back to straight as he tried very hard to not to laugh. He wasn't laughing at the girl, but rather the situation. In fact, he had no clue who had fallen over. ”Alright there?” he asked walking over towards the young lady on the ground. ”Did you hurt anything?” he asked dropping into a squat as he fixed his ‘talking to an important diplomat and can’t give things away look’ form on his face to keep from laughing. He set his own paperwork on the ground by his feet and began gathering up the closest paperwork, making a small pile, and then when the close ones were picked up, he pulled out his poplar wand and waved it, summoning the rest of them which stacked themselves up on his existing pile. The actions allowed the young lady to collect herself. |
Would anyone like to play? She had been in the ministry plenty of times with her mother, but as she walked in alone she felt a bit nervous. She hadn't even told her mom she was coming. It wasn't that she was keeping secrets, but she wanted to do things her own way and getting a department head involved seemed to set a bias right from the start. With that Alana Potter headed into the minister's office. She had been seeing more and more of the minister, but here was different. Here he was the minister of magic, though she didn't even think she would see or talk to him today. At least she didn't think she would be. Now that it was in her mind she felt even more nervous. These were questions she could have asked when he was over for dinner, but again she didn't want to involve her mom, not yet at least. Moving up to the reception desk she waited to see who she was to talk to about this. |
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It was a common sound, the sound of owls' wings flapping through the air. Typically it was the duty of an owl to deliver messages and memos, but since those had been malfunctioning of late, leaving the owls bored to create a mind of their own, this one particular owl was going for a casual stroll around level one. The owl paid no mind to the workers below, but it was just rather unfortunate timing that a visitor at the front desk had to be standing right in the path of a rather large blob of owl poo. That blob fell from the owl as it passed and landed right on the woman's head with a splat! You know what they say: when you gotta go, you gotta go. |
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She might have to think about asking him that the next time he was around as well, but for now, she would just wait a bit longer. Seeing an owl distracted her thoughts anyway and she looked up to watch it flutter b.... "Ewwww" The thing pooped right on her face. She looked disgusted and now was really looking around to find something to clean it up with. |
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