Got a bit of a sweet tooth? You’re in for a treat as the fondue bar is dessert based and gives you the opportunity to mix and match delicious eats with equally sweet sauces. Why not grab a fondue fork and get to dipping?

It might take you a few minutes to decide what to dip. A spectacular spread of fruit might catch your eye. From bananas and cherries to the more tropical pineapple and guavas, the possibilities seem endless. There’s also marshmallows, pound cake, soft pretzel sticks, and rice crispy treats for those looking to try something a bit more filling. Sauces range from caramel to butterscotch, with chocolate being the reigning favorite of the group. Dig in, yeah? Don’t worry about getting messy. It’s nothing a simple cleaning charm can’t fix.

He apparently had to dress up for this shindig, so he had worn a nice shirt and black bow tie...along with his leather jacket and nicer pair of pants. At least no one could say that he didn't have a sense of humor?

He wasn't too keen on just jumping right in to the whole socializing scene just yet and would save the rubbing elbows with candidates for after he had had something to eat. Besides needing to be at a Ministry function because he was a department head, he was mostly here to support Sherman. It was nice to have someone from within his own department running - even if it was also a little odd to think about. Grabbing one of the fondue sticks, Aron was about to make himself a few chocolate-y fruit delights when he spotted the very old man he had just been thinking about...surrounded by a bunch of people.

See? The grandfather you always wanted vibe was doing the man well. Just not...that wardrobe. Merlin.

Stabbing a few bananas, Aron stuck it under the chocolate to give it a nice even coat.

Gregory wandered around unsure of what it was he was actually supposed to be doing here. Liaison to the Press had a fancy title and all but it wasn't like he was given training on what it was he was supposed to be doing. Hopefully though his boss wouldn't show up. He found himself in front of the chocolate fountain and smiled. Food. See now that was something he knew about.

He almost didn't see the person who was there and was unsure. Should he wait his turn? Was it acceptable to go onto the other side of the fountainy thing? Taking a fork he stabbed a marshmallow and followed the movements that the man next to him had taken. He looked toward the man and smiled, "Is this stuff any good?" Well it's chocolate...and marshmallow...really what could go wrong.

She was in two minds about this election, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate change, or couldn't appreciate change... it was more the selection of candidates itself that had her on the fence.

Nevertheless, her presence at this... event... had been requested, and so here she was. Present.

Naturally she gravitated toward the sweets, and she wasn't surprised to see Aron making the most of a dull situation. "Nice get-up, planned ahead I take it?" she greeted, skewering a strawberry beside him. The other gentleman (Cinn-O-Bun) in the vicinity received a polite nod. Him she didn't know, ergo, she cared not.

Adjusting her flower crown just PERFECTLY on her head, the FIRST place she went to was the...FONDUE STATION. Wow that looked amazing and fun and Ember just WANTED TO TRY IT ALL OKAY? Tucking her little ice cream clutch under her arm, she marched over to the---

OH DEAR.

Ember practically SQUEAKED. ARON. EMILY. In one place. The only meaniehead missing was GAVIN. So Ember just smiiiiiiiiiled her best at them and waved, but would not being going to close. NOPE NOPE. Lest she get locked anywhere again--and plus, she wasn't spreading joy and cheer right now. They have no premise to harass her. Just minding her own business, getting a plate of rice crispy treats, marshmallows and strawberries. All the try the different sauces with. YEP.

Brushed her hair behind her shoulders, she tried to remain calm, collected, and HAPPY. Because Dmitry would be here somewhere, riiiiight? She hoped so. Hehehe. Just the thought of the man made her smile and her cheeks turn bright PINK. Oooops.

She needed to get that under control before she saw him. YEP.

Sticking a fork in a marshmallow, she pushed it under the chocolate and let it flow for a bit before pulling it out slowly. She couldn't chocolate on her DRESSSS. NOPE. It was pretty and orange--and OOOOh her Gran would be so proud of her not dressing like a five-year-old tonight! She'd have to stop by afterwards just to show her--or maybe she'd just send her a picture! HEHEHE. Glancing around, she tried to spot any friendly faces.

Vic was not at the buffet, that time where he'd follow where food went was over. He was playing his role professionally, efficiently, and very seriously. This was concerning the entire Ministry's future, and his opinion could change the course of the-- ooh! A chocolate fountain. Forgetting about his suit, he grabbed a fondue fork, stabbed a marshmallow and let the silky chocolate cover it completely. At least he wasn't drooling, though.

Ezra strode in the direction of the fondue, unable to resist any longer. Eyeing the selection with a boyish grin, he selected a strawberry and speared it with a fondue fork. Rolling up one of his sleeves as chocolate stains were horridly unbecoming, especially on a designer suit, the Media Liason dipped the fruit into the melted chocolate and brought it directly back to his mouth. Wouldn't want to drip, now would he. One more smile and a polite swallow later, Ezra was ready to socialize. That WAS the reason he was here, after all. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin, straightened his already-straight tie, and smoothed his hair back before turning to face the others at the buffet. Had to look presentable, obviously. ESPECIALLY if his future boss was here.

Ezra's eye was caught immediately by a woman who was very...bright. Yes, that was the word. His blue eyes travelled from her bright hair and along her shockingly orange dress, and he felt his professional smile begin to fray around the edges. This one wasn't a candidate, no? No. Forcing his lips to quirk back up again, he gave the woman the most non-judgy smile he could and held out a hand. He should respect a woman with adventurous fashion sense, yes? Even if that surely was not the combination of colors he would have chosen...or the clutch....RESPECT, right. "Good evening, I'm Ezra Bellamy, media liason." In the MINISTER'S office, uh huh. Impressed yet?

William was here, doing his duty as a Ministry employee and a voter and all that jazz. Yep. He was still ambitious, so he was going to a work event outside of work in a stiff suit and dress shirt too (how weird was THAT?).

At least this evening event had drinks and food though, so he didn't have to go home to his empty apartment and attempt to cook anything. No, he could pretend to listen to anything these candidates spouted with a good, free drink in hand. And not mention... there was FONDUE! The tall man made a beeline for a the chocolate fountain and right away stabbed a strawberry to drench in it. He spotted a... ah, an acquaintance? doing the same.

"Hey Vic," Willy peeped around the fountain to smile at the man on the other side. "How's it going?" He could twirl this strawberry in the fountain all night... actually, that wasn't a bad idea, considering EMBER was nearby.

Meep. Gotta hide from her. Good thing she wasn't on HIS side of the fountain.

SPOILER!!: hehehehe Ezra

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Ezra strode in the direction of the fondue, unable to resist any longer. Eyeing the selection with a boyish grin, he selected a strawberry and speared it with a fondue fork. Rolling up one of his sleeves as chocolate stains were horridly unbecoming, especially on a designer suit, the Media Liason dipped the fruit into the melted chocolate and brought it directly back to his mouth. Wouldn't want to drip, now would he. One more smile and a polite swallow later, Ezra was ready to socialize. That WAS the reason he was here, after all. He dabbed his mouth with a napkin, straightened his already-straight tie, and smoothed his hair back before turning to face the others at the buffet. Had to look presentable, obviously. ESPECIALLY if his future boss was here.

Ezra's eye was caught immediately by a woman who was very...bright. Yes, that was the word. His blue eyes travelled from her bright hair and along her shockingly orange dress, and he felt his professional smile begin to fray around the edges. This one wasn't a candidate, no? No. Forcing his lips to quirk back up again, he gave the woman the most non-judgy smile he could and held out a hand. He should respect a woman with adventurous fashion sense, yes? Even if that surely was not the combination of colors he would have chosen...or the clutch....RESPECT, right. "Good evening, I'm Ezra Bellamy, media liason." In the MINISTER'S office, uh huh. Impressed yet?

Ember nommed on her treats and licked some of the chocolate drizzling onto her plate--well. Ember was never super professional, oops? She didn't see TOO many people heading over here, which was so crazy to her. Like...this was OBVI the place to be at this little shindig! It was SWEETS. It had CHOCOLATE. Cho-co-LAAATTTTE. Only the best substance on the face of this EARTH.

Then there was a man.

He was smiling at her.

MY OH MY. Ember smiled back and waved eagerly, forgetting she was trying to eat things--nearly dropping her plate of food ALLLLL over--and she giggled a little. "OOOPSIES--" she said. "SO sorry! Nice to meet you, Ezra Bellamy!" she said excitedly. He was smart looking! And had a nice job description, YES."And IIIIIIIII am Ember Brighten! Creatures! Pest Control!" she announced, trying to look all important--but merely breaking down into a fit of giggles because yeah..Ember did not consider her job to be a prestigious one. Just a passionate one.

If Bhuvana were older, she would be actually running for minister and actually WIN, because really, who knew what Britain would come to if someone else was elected. Great Merlin. Bhuvana glided aimlessly, not recognizing anyone she liked in particular, not anyone that mattered, anyway. She raised a hand at some high ranking person - no idea who that was - before using a hand to pull her hair up in a fancy twist, clipped by a shiny, pearly looking clip she pulled out of her handbag. Yes, Bhuvana was the best dressed there, though she did look around to see if there was any competition.

Oh.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw someone she recognized, who happened to be dressed all fancy as well. All casually, she had a mission. She walked to the fondue, all click clacks coming from her shoes, then BUMPED delicately into the man, just enough to accomplish (hopefully) what she was aiming for - him spilling some chocolate on his jacket. She allowed a smirk to grace her features as she took a strawberry and elegantly swirled it in the chocolate, before letting the excess drip off, and eating it flawlessly. Because that's what she was. Flawless.

SPOILER!!: Gregory & Emily

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Gregory wandered around unsure of what it was he was actually supposed to be doing here. Liaison to the Press had a fancy title and all but it wasn't like he was given training on what it was he was supposed to be doing. Hopefully though his boss wouldn't show up. He found himself in front of the chocolate fountain and smiled. Food. See now that was something he knew about.

He almost didn't see the person who was there and was unsure. Should he wait his turn? Was it acceptable to go onto the other side of the fountainy thing? Taking a fork he stabbed a marshmallow and followed the movements that the man next to him had taken. He looked toward the man and smiled, "Is this stuff any good?" Well it's chocolate...and marshmallow...really what could go wrong.

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She was in two minds about this election, it wasn't that she didn't appreciate change, or couldn't appreciate change... it was more the selection of candidates itself that had her on the fence.

Nevertheless, her presence at this... event... had been requested, and so here she was. Present.

Naturally she gravitated toward the sweets, and she wasn't surprised to see Aron making the most of a dull situation. "Nice get-up, planned ahead I take it?" she greeted, skewering a strawberry beside him. The other gentleman (Cinn-O-Bun) in the vicinity received a polite nod. Him she didn't know, ergo, she cared not.

Well...that didn't take long for the fondue bar to get a bit crowded.

Aron eyeballed his own chocolate covered marshmallow and offered the bloke beside him a small shrug. "Can't go wrong with chocolate and marshmallows," he chuckled. Once he had allowed sweets back into his diet anyway. Had been hard NOT to when Seren had had all he cravings and things were just always RIGHT there. He was letting go a little bit. It was good for him. Just meant a little extra time working out. "Cheers?" he said, fake clanking their sticks and marshmallows together before popping the entire thing into his mouth in one go.

Cheeks puffed out - attractively, of course - he turned his head around when Emily spoke and attempted to smirk despite the chipmunk appearance he had taken on. This main resulted in some of the chocolate squirting out of the corner of his mouth before 'mhmm-ing'. Swallowing his dessert, he pointed his now vacant stick in THAT honking daffodil's direction. "You hear what that one did?" he muttered to Emily.

Ezra bit his lip to keep from snorting loudly. Who WAS this one? Acting like a child at a ministry event. Honestly. And in front of a man of HIS position? The Minister would surely have to hear if this woman ruined the event. That is, if he actually was in contact with the Minister...ahem anyways. The media liason stretched his mouth into another forced smile and scooted away from woman. Oopsies indeed! Did she SEE how expensive this suit was? Of course not. This one clearly had no inkling of how stylish he was. Otherwise she'd surely be more careful.

Ezra nodded politely at Ember's introduction, keeping his most professional smile plastered to his face to keep from snorting once more. Pest control, of course. With the lack of class explained, Ezra found it in himself to continue speaking. "How quaint..." and he trailed off. For the first time in recent history, he lacked something to say. Who did she think she was, making him lack interesting conversation! Nobody was allowed to make Ezra Bellamy lag in the conversation department, uh uh. Straightening his already-straightened tie once more, he glanced in the reflection of his watch to ensure his hair had maintained its position. Phew. All good, and wasted on this Ember woman. Noticing his smile had turned into more of a grimace, he forced the corners of his mouth back up again and said, "Creatures, eh? Must be...exciting." Yes, exciting. 'Cause that's what this woman was. Excited.

SPOILER!!: SORREH

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Ezra bit his lip to keep from snorting loudly. Who WAS this one? Acting like a child at a ministry event. Honestly. And in front of a man of HIS position? The Minister would surely have to hear if this woman ruined the event. That is, if he actually was in contact with the Minister...ahem anyways. The media liason stretched his mouth into another forced smile and scooted away from woman. Oopsies indeed! Did she SEE how expensive this suit was? Of course not. This one clearly had no inkling of how stylish he was. Otherwise she'd surely be more careful.

Ezra nodded politely at Ember's introduction, keeping his most professional smile plastered to his face to keep from snorting once more. Pest control, of course. With the lack of class explained, Ezra found it in himself to continue speaking. "How quaint..." and he trailed off. For the first time in recent history, he lacked something to say. Who did she think she was, making him lack interesting conversation! Nobody was allowed to make Ezra Bellamy lag in the conversation department, uh uh. Straightening his already-straightened tie once more, he glanced in the reflection of his watch to ensure his hair had maintained its position. Phew. All good, and wasted on this Ember woman. Noticing his smile had turned into more of a grimace, he forced the corners of his mouth back up again and said, "Creatures, eh? Must be...exciting." Yes, exciting. 'Cause that's what this woman was. Excited.

Oh. Certainly he was speechless from all of the SUGARY GOODNESS THAT HE WAS CONSUMING RIGHT NOW. Ember was almost speechless too. Almost. She downed her marshmallow quickly and WOULD have answered him sooner--if the marshmallow hadn't been so BIG. So she had to chew it all and SWALLOW before gracing a response.

"Well-it IS very interesting actually--but I've ALWAYS been fascinating with creatures, since I was a child--" she grinned. "I have five pets back at my flat, too--" she nodded. Four pets? Was it four? Oh wait--She counted Ferdinand as a pet too, even though he was a shrub. Cute little shrub.

Ember loved all of her creatures.

"And pests--well--they're harmless, really, if you know how they tick--but media liaison?" She asked, head tilted, curiously. "I--well what does that-what do you actually do?" she asked, eyeing the caramel fountain quite a bit now. She didn't even notice William. Which was quite lucky for him, too, because Ember was in a particularly CHATTY mood tonight.

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If Bhuvana were older, she would be actually running for minister and actually WIN, because really, who knew what Britain would come to if someone else was elected. Great Merlin. Bhuvana glided aimlessly, not recognizing anyone she liked in particular, not anyone that mattered, anyway. She raised a hand at some high ranking person - no idea who that was - before using a hand to pull her hair up in a fancy twist, clipped by a shiny, pearly looking clip she pulled out of her handbag. Yes, Bhuvana was the best dressed there, though she did look around to see if there was any competition.

Oh.

Her eyes narrowed when she saw someone she recognized, who happened to be dressed all fancy as well. All casually, she had a mission. She walked to the fondue, all click clacks coming from her shoes, then BUMPED delicately into the man, just enough to accomplish (hopefully) what she was aiming for - him spilling some chocolate on his jacket. She allowed a smirk to grace her features as she took a strawberry and elegantly swirled it in the chocolate, before letting the excess drip off, and eating it flawlessly. Because that's what she was. Flawless.

Yeaaaah, Willy was getting that strawberry all good and coated in chocolate. YEAH HE WAS. Heh heh. It looked about as drenched and unhealthy as a berry could get, so he'd just pulled it from the fountain and was aiming it for his mouth when---

BUMP!

The berry missed its mark. Some of the chocolate ended up on his cheek, but quite a bit of it rained down onto his jacket. He recovered quickly and shoved the rest of the strawberry into his mouth, but he could feel himself looking ridiculous now with a lopsided chocolate goatee. How embarrassing.

"Excuse me?" the man muttered, though it came out as a question as he reached for a napkin from the table. His brows knitted together as he got a peek at the familiar-looking woman nearby... surely she hadn't bumped him? WAIT, no, THAT WAS WHAT'S HER FACE!!!!! The woman from the magic carpet rides! THE FUN SUCKER! AND SHE WAS SMIRKING!!!!! Guilty guilty guilty!

Eyes narrowing as this realization dawned on him, William quickly blotted his mouth and then sidled in front of her, just WATCHING her eat her strawberry like she was a professional...strawberry swirler. SHE WAS SOMETHING, that was sure. She was pretty, yes, obviously, but now he had a REAL problem with her other than her refusal to have fun on magic carpets.

"Excuse me," he repeated, pointing at his now-stained jacket. It wasn't like he owned 50 suits, he really only had two and this was the newer of the two. "But you stained my jacket when you bumped me." He wanted to blurt, 'Can you fix it?' but waited to see if she would admit to her mistake first.

The chocolate strawberry had been quite delicious, but not as rewarding as the look on the man's face. She allowed herself a quiet laugh, because that scarcely happened anymore, then quickly rearranged her expression into innocence. Pretending to be interested in picking another strawberry to dip, she heard him address her and slowly turned to face him, eyes wide, not guilty at all.

"Hmm?" she said, noting that he hadn't quite managed to get all the chocolate of his face. It would have actually been endearing, if he were a child instead of an adult-with-a-child's-emotional-range. "Oh, did I?" Well, obviously, but she stopped here to compose herself. Did she want to recognize that she remembered him from the magic carpet thing? She didn't really, but then she had been staring at his face blankly for a couple seconds and needed to recover. "Well, are you asking me because you aren't capable of fixing it? I'm sorry, I can help you with that." And she did, quite quickly, with a cleaning charm, leaving his jacket nice and clean and probably smelling of soap.

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The chocolate strawberry had been quite delicious, but not as rewarding as the look on the man's face. She allowed herself a quiet laugh, because that scarcely happened anymore, then quickly rearranged her expression into innocence. Pretending to be interested in picking another strawberry to dip, she heard him address her and slowly turned to face him, eyes wide, not guilty at all.

"Hmm?" she said, noting that he hadn't quite managed to get all the chocolate of his face. It would have actually been endearing, if he were a child instead of an adult-with-a-child's-emotional-range. "Oh, did I?" Well, obviously, but she stopped here to compose herself. Did she want to recognize that she remembered him from the magic carpet thing? She didn't really, but then she had been staring at his face blankly for a couple seconds and needed to recover. "Well, are you asking me because you aren't capable of fixing it? I'm sorry, I can help you with that." And she did, quite quickly, with a cleaning charm, leaving his jacket nice and clean and probably smelling of soap.

Look at that innocent little lamb face she had going on. HMMPH. This lady was ACTUALLY about as innocent as a dragon at a forest fire. UH HUH. Unlike Miss Guilty over here, William was unable to control his facial expressions, so when she fixed his jacket, he actually... smiled. He had been needing it cleaned, after all.

And then he remembered he was supposed to be addressing the mess she'd made. "Well--- yes---but---this....YOU," he took a breath and picked up a marshmallow to try to dip next, "YOU should be more careful around these chocolate fountains." Yeah, that. "They can be quite messy, see?" He skewered the marshmallow, tossed it under the chocolate fountain, and then carelessly flung it toward his mouth.

Naturally, still being on a skewer and dripping wet as it were, the marshmallow flung chocolate in a fine spray on anyone nearby. The nearest person happened to be GUILTY LADY, so some of the quite delicious chocolate landed in her hair. Pretending NOT to notice, William hummed tunelessly to himself and then popped the marshmallow into his mouth properly this time, neatly, and without getting any mess at all on himself.

Mhm. Bhuvana was all serene, smiling like a beauty pageant winner, of course. She actually nodded at his smile, recognizing that it was an exceptional piece of wandwork that she had done, of course, like always. She took another strawberry, dipped just the tip into the chocolate, then took a bite while maintaining eye contact with the man. How would he react, hmm? A thanks would be nice, of course.

"It's okay, no need to stutter, it's just me, mm?" she said after she took a second bite, because he was stuttering again, like the child he was emotionally yet, unfortunately for her eyes, not physically. "I'll try, though I probably won't be near many of them in the future." She played up her natural, posh accent a bit, forming and enunciating each word, but then -

Oh no he did NOT. Bhuvana stood FROZEN in her spot as her hair - the hair she had spent an hour brushing and conditioning and putting up because the THICKNESS was all frizzy - and he just ruined it. She stepped closer, raised herself a bit taller by lifting out of her already tall heels and letting the chocolate drip off her hair onto his shoulder. Then, she grabbed a napkin and dabbed haphazardly at her hair, mourning the loss of the smoothness, then tossing the napkin into a bin nearby. Her hair now sticking out in a puff, she resolved to ignore it and focus back on the man. She ate the rest of her strawberry in plotting silence.

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Mhm. Bhuvana was all serene, smiling like a beauty pageant winner, of course. She actually nodded at his smile, recognizing that it was an exceptional piece of wandwork that she had done, of course, like always. She took another strawberry, dipped just the tip into the chocolate, then took a bite while maintaining eye contact with the man. How would he react, hmm? A thanks would be nice, of course.

"It's okay, no need to stutter, it's just me, mm?" she said after she took a second bite, because he was stuttering again, like the child he was emotionally yet, unfortunately for her eyes, not physically. "I'll try, though I probably won't be near many of them in the future." She played up her natural, posh accent a bit, forming and enunciating each word, but then -

Oh no he did NOT. Bhuvana stood FROZEN in her spot as her hair - the hair she had spent an hour brushing and conditioning and putting up because the THICKNESS was all frizzy - and he just ruined it. She stepped closer, raised herself a bit taller by lifting out of her already tall heels and letting the chocolate drip off her hair onto his shoulder. Then, she grabbed a napkin and dabbed haphazardly at her hair, mourning the loss of the smoothness, then tossing the napkin into a bin nearby. Her hair now sticking out in a puff, she resolved to ignore it and focus back on the man. She ate the rest of her strawberry in plotting silence.

Now SHE was smiling! SMILING! You know who smiled after committing a crime treachery? PSYCHOPATHS, that's who! This woman was just like all the other women William had encountered at Ministry functions: CRAZY!

BUT, he did not run away yet. He was a Slytherin at heart, after all, and his pride and cunning abilities were on the line. "I wasn't stuttering," he definitely mumbled, looking down at the fountain for a moment instead of her. Even though she was crazy, she DID have very nice, pearly white teeth in her smile. He remembered now though that she was snotty. Snotty and crazy, with a delightful accent very different from his up north one.

William reached for another bit of fruit as she talked, a piece of pineapple this time, which he had never thought to try with chocolate (until today). "Hmm?" It was his turn to turn on the doe eyes as he innocently looked down at her, fuming as she appeared to have noticed the chocolate trail in her hair. She was tall, yes, but he would always be taller than 95% of the population. "Oh, hey, I don't know how to tell you this but..." He dunked his pineapple wedge into the (still there) chocolate spot on her hair. "You have a bit of something on you. Want me to get rid of it for you?"

He popped the pineapple back onto his tongue and smiled sweetly, mouth closed because he DID have manners occasionally. Mm, delicious. Was that a hint of coconut or was it her conditioner he was tasting?

Bhuvana was NOT happy at the moment. Her hair DID smell all chocolately now but also coconut because that was her conditioner. She let out a puff of exasperated air, not enjoying the fact a flap of her MAIMED hair flopped out when the air blew it. Fine. She would stew and grit her teeth for a little longer, still.

Oh, but he TOTALLY was stuttering. It was surprising, though, that fact. Bhuvana tilted her head slightly at him, because she hadn't taken him to be the kind of man to... mumble? Trail off? He had seemed quite overly confident at first, and now he wasn't... and Bhuvana was totally mulling that over and analyzing the fact he wouldn't meet her eyes. Strange. She had never been able to read people or body language but still...she tried.

Until he did that??? Did he just...??? Dip pineapple into her hair? She lifted her chin haughtily and her eyes stared him down, back to stern. "Thank you," she said stiffly and through gritted teeth, "But I think I can handle it myself." She had sheathed her wand, but she drew it now, then stalled. Just enough to make him a little scared - she was dangerous when angered, after all - then primly and wordlessly cleaned her hair out. If she wasn't still extremely mad at the man enough to stay around, she would go hunt down some pins for her hair, but this man was annoying, and didn't deserve to see her at her best anyway.

Jose was nervous and he didn't know why, everyone that he's met so far was really great. Moving over towards the fondue station he smiled, the place was starting to get a lot more people coming in and he loved an excuse to party. Dressed up in his fancy suit he looked down at his name tag that said, Jose Mora - Minister Candidate. Let the questions and greeting people begin and eating of the good food of course.

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Bhuvana was NOT happy at the moment. Her hair DID smell all chocolately now but also coconut because that was her conditioner. She let out a puff of exasperated air, not enjoying the fact a flap of her MAIMED hair flopped out when the air blew it. Fine. She would stew and grit her teeth for a little longer, still.

Oh, but he TOTALLY was stuttering. It was surprising, though, that fact. Bhuvana tilted her head slightly at him, because she hadn't taken him to be the kind of man to... mumble? Trail off? He had seemed quite overly confident at first, and now he wasn't... and Bhuvana was totally mulling that over and analyzing the fact he wouldn't meet her eyes. Strange. She had never been able to read people or body language but still...she tried.

Until he did that??? Did he just...??? Dip pineapple into her hair? She lifted her chin haughtily and her eyes stared him down, back to stern. "Thank you," she said stiffly and through gritted teeth, "But I think I can handle it myself." She had sheathed her wand, but she drew it now, then stalled. Just enough to make him a little scared - she was dangerous when angered, after all - then primly and wordlessly cleaned her hair out. If she wasn't still extremely mad at the man enough to stay around, she would go hunt down some pins for her hair, but this man was annoying, and didn't deserve to see her at her best anyway.

Miss Guilty and Also Crazy was stiffening up again, which such a shame, William noted as he popped a mashmallow, sans chocolate, into his mouth. "You're welcome," he replied pleasantly, warmly even, and swallowed the 'shallow. He watched as she got out her wand, not at all frightened by all her steaming and sharp movements. In fact, when she was finished cleaning her hair (it looked fine to him), he suddenly reached out to catch her wrist lest she put her wand away.

"Erm..." he didn't usually touch strangers but they'd just had a miniature food fight AND technically they weren't strangers, were they? Just odd always-at-arms acquaintances? Willy let go of her wrist with a sigh. "Can you fix my jacket, please. I wouldn't usually ask but you did do a nice job before and now your hair drippings have gotten onto my favorite suit..."

Look, he'd said please.

Okay, so it was apparent that the man was insane but it was also clear that their moods had completely switched. Bhuvana now felt grumpy, a bit bloated probably from the sight of that marshmallowand really, really, really just wanted to go home and flip through some stupid magazines. But she was here, she was going to investigate the ministerial candidates, and she was going to keep the blood flowing because this man got her super angry and, to be honest, anger was comforting, in a way. It was familiar, and familiar enough that she knew she could easily snap out of it once the source of her anger went away.

She went to put her wand away before she was stopped by a hand. She looked up in surprise, sure it couldn't be the man, but it was, showing the fact that he must be an idiot because literally someone on the mood could see she was ready to explode. Except, he was asking really politely, for her magic, to clean off his favorite suit...

"Not my problem." Actually, it was totally her problem, but by this point she was just so DONE with everything and her social anxiety was kicking in so she craned her neck forward, to see where the spots where, and wrenched her hand rather violently out of his grasp. She cleaned it, no problem, but she didn't leave right away. She just stood there, put away her wand for real this time, and absentmindedly rubbed her wrist. Should she go for another chocolate strawberry, or...

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Originally Posted by ScarletCharm104

Okay, so it was apparent that the man was insane but it was also clear that their moods had completely switched. Bhuvana now felt grumpy, a bit bloated probably from the sight of that marshmallowand really, really, really just wanted to go home and flip through some stupid magazines. But she was here, she was going to investigate the ministerial candidates, and she was going to keep the blood flowing because this man got her super angry and, to be honest, anger was comforting, in a way. It was familiar, and familiar enough that she knew she could easily snap out of it once the source of her anger went away.

She went to put her wand away before she was stopped by a hand. She looked up in surprise, sure it couldn't be the man, but it was, showing the fact that he must be an idiot because literally someone on the mood could see she was ready to explode. Except, he was asking really politely, for her magic, to clean off his favorite suit...

"Not my problem." Actually, it was totally her problem, but by this point she was just so DONE with everything and her social anxiety was kicking in so she craned her neck forward, to see where the spots where, and wrenched her hand rather violently out of his grasp. She cleaned it, no problem, but she didn't leave right away. She just stood there, put away her wand for real this time, and absentmindedly rubbed her wrist. Should she go for another chocolate strawberry, or...

Whaaaaaaaaa? Whoa, the look on that lady's face... was the definition of crazy. What was she so mad for? It had just been a bit of chocolate, honestly, and she had started it all in the first place! Don't play with fire if you can't take the burn, William always said, and he nearly said as much out loud right now.

EXCEPT he didn't, because the woman's expression when he stopped her hand was enough to send even a Hungarian Horntail running. Too bad he wasn't a Hungarian Horntail...

"Well..." he was dumb enough to almost correct her, but she DID surprisingly fix his suit for him and William's sentence turned into a soft, "huh," instead. "Thanks," he trailed off and turned away from her slightly. Obviously she wanted to be left alone, which frankly he did too, so he would just sidle on down the table here toward the cheese.

Yep.

Bhuvana's mood had dropped rapidly, but she wasn't sad, per se. It was more... confusion. Just... the world was really confusing some times, and she didn't really know what to do. Probably eat her feelings, which she did by stuffing her face full of chocolate covered bananas, which were surprisingly cardboardy.

She just shrugged a 'you're welcome.' He confused her, which made between her eyebrows all wrinkly, which made lines on her face, which made her frown a lot more. Than she usually did, at least, which was already a lot. She waited for him to leave before sucking a deep breath in, rolling out her shoulders, and deciding she wanted cheese, too.

She walked aimlessly, just like how she entered, then muttered a soft "Excuse me," in her little posh way as she reached over him for a cracker. She dipped it in the cheese, swirled it around, and ate it without ruining his shirt. Go her.

Tabitha walked over to the fondue station and grabbed a fondue fork. She pierced a large marshmallow and carefully coated it with some of the flowing chocolate. She carefully placed the marshmallow into her mouth, making sure her purple cocktail dress didn't get chocolate stains on it. She chewed slowly as she looked around.