Love Chamber
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Open to anyone! On one of her first day's back at the ministry Laurel wandered into the Love Chamber to look at the fountain of amortentia. A prohecy she had read before coming here had foretelled that something had happened, or was about to happen with the fountain. Laurel had always been intrigued by the idea of amortentia and how it showed ones likes or even loves. Crossing over to the fountain Laurel wondered how the charmists studied Loveeeee and it made her think of Adam. She missed him and his antics. |
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“Good morning…” he greeted the woman with a polite smile. |
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Or keep away from a certain Mysteries department head who had a propensity for getting into trouble with mysterious happenings. |
Whether it were a quirk of the department, or the doings of someone who thought he needed an occasional break, the rotating mysteries door deposited Damian in the Love Chamber about once a lunar month. Damian would take this in stride, sit at the fountain for around an hour, and reflect before moving on to the Death Chamber. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand, his other held a mug with the words "Give Me COFFEE Or Give Me DEATH" on it. Though it was obvious it wasn't coffee in the mug by the way it smoked. "What are you two up to?" Damian asked, knowing full well that the question could be turned right back at him. With a yawn and a stretch, the well dressed wizard sat with his back to the fountain, taking a long drink from his mug. |
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SPOILER!!: Mysterious Ones Simon found himself softly smiling at her words about children and stuff happening. “Two young adults don’t do too bad themselves.” They would see how stuff progressed with Noah soon enough now that he was in the Ministry himself. “Yeah…not a fan of anything stopping working,” he mused. There was enough examples of that…like the floo powder. Or the lockdown of the ministry by the chizpurfles that caused them to have their departments spread all over muggle London. Simon may have been quicker to notice the newcomer, not one to be snuck up on by a long shot. But as he recognized Damian as another Mysteries employee, the other man didn’t readily set off alarm bells in his head that something was amiss. The smoking mug was another story, an eyebrow raised slightly in curiosity. “Just the usual rounds..." he answered, taking note of the tone. "And yourself?" The security man keeping his own tone as if he was merely curious to what might be going on in the man's day. |
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"A prediction?" Taking a long sip, the smoke from his drink giving him the appearance of a billowy white beard. "A portent?" A few wisps of fog came out of his mouth. "A prognostication? A premonition? Perhaps even a prevision, presage, or prophecy?" After a lot of alliteration, Damian patted his vest pocket. "And here I am without my cards." Color him intrigued. "Little bit of Love Chamber therapy. Helps remind me why I do what I do. Keep me out of getting lost in the dark." Addressing Simon with a nod and a tip of his mug, the unspeakable spoke a little more than he normally would. Perhaps the fountain was working some magic on the mortemist. |
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