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Morgan P. Nickles EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Morgan P. Nickles [IC January 2094 - December 2096; OOC October 2017 - October 2018]
Butch and his perky purple haired companion were part of the group that went to the dinning terrace, where a small spontaneous stage was quickly set up in front of the the buffet table. Butch hopped onto the the stage (because who could really ignore a tall, muscular balding man standing on a small stage) holding one of those long, skinny microphones like the ones you see game show hosts use. "Testing, 123. I repeat, testing 123," he said into the device. And it was working, good.
"Could I have everyone's attention, please?" He hoped everyone would hurry with their attention, he wasn't sure how much time he had before an Auror, or someone of the sort came and body-slammed him to the floor.
Erick was annoyed with this Protection Summit. He didn't think it would do any good and it was so boring. In spite of that, he supposed it would look bad if he didn't show up. He was a Ministry worker and was probably expected to show up at these things. He didn't bother wearing anything formal, opting for a orange tank top and jeans.
So far he didn't pay attention to the activists. He didn't hate WERPS enough to protest it but he thought it was funny how WERPS was being protested. But when they came in and set up a stage it became impossible to ignore them.
The perky purple haired activist caught his attention even though she wasn't the one on stage. Gosh she was beautiful. Erick approached her casually.
"I agree with what you're protesting," he told her. "I think you're very brave for doing it. Can I have a pamphlet?" It was obvious that he was attracted to her, and if it wasn't his blushing would give it away.
Lips pursed as she perused the crowds gathering, Paola was snacking on food that she had brought with her. None of the green stuff that was on offer. Yikes. They had better usage in skin care potions than in her diet. Nevertheless, she could appreciate a plant eater and had done just that with her past three husbands. All sustainable -- not the marriages, but their stomach contents. Ohehe! Anyhoooooo, Paola was eating her way through a chocolate bar, snack-a-snack-snack.
She had been listening in on conversations as she walked the short way around and could only inwardly scoff at the ridiculous notions people had. It had taken every vanished pore from her life time to not say anything.
Instead she just observed the show that was just starting. How cute.
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"On me. For you." But Carrigan apparently preferred wearing the look herself, and that made one of them who didn't appear as troubled schoolgirl with bangs. "I like it. You should switch to that hairstyle permanently. It'll double as human repellant." She seemed like the type to welcome that.
Dima paused his inhalation of everything on his plate to provide her with a mockingly taken aback expression. "Me? Try to discourage you? That's a mighty accusation there." He was SHOCKED, clearly. "I'm offended that you think I have to talk down my diet to beat you."
Because, really, it was no sweat. At all.
"Human repellent? How did you know that's exactly what I was going for?" Carrigan dropped her hair back to swing down her back. She didn't need help with that, obviously. Her personality was... its own kind of charming.
"Oh, you're not trying to discourage me? This is how you encourage?" With dainty bites, Carrigan worked her way around her plate. The salads were fine, the fresh fruit was marvelous. She didn't know what the bean thing was, so she didn't bother with it. "Don't forget your cheese, Dmitriy."
Her fork hovered halfway to her mouth as she took in the strange lot who had just stormed into the room. "Don't look now, YATI, but I think your services may be required."
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"Human repellent? How did you know that's exactly what I was going for?" Carrigan dropped her hair back to swing down her back. She didn't need help with that, obviously. Her personality was... its own kind of charming.
"Oh, you're not trying to discourage me? This is how you encourage?" With dainty bites, Carrigan worked her way around her plate. The salads were fine, the fresh fruit was marvelous. She didn't know what the bean thing was, so she didn't bother with it. "Don't forget your cheese, Dmitriy."
Her fork hovered halfway to her mouth as she took in the strange lot who had just stormed into the room. "Don't look now, YATI, but I think your services may be required."
"I figured you were chased around the clock. Gotta have some way to ward them off, don't you?" Clearing his plate was very enjoyable, except for that cheese. Obviously, he couldn't eat it, but wasting food always rubbed him the wrong way. "Hey, everyone has different ways of—"
A squeaking noise from what seemed like a microphone interrupted him, and despite Carrigan's warning not to turn around, he just couldn't resist. Twisting slightly in his seat to catch a glimpse of the action, the YATI grinned. What was this, hmm?
"I hope not. I wouldn't want to discourage an active summit participant." He would handle things if needed, but Dima was fine where he was right now.
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Katja helped herself to a small salad and a smoothie before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Her green eyes scanned the dining area as she daintily nibbled, watching the people engrossed in their conversations. She wasn't going to engage unless someone approached her first, though. Less potential for embarrassment that way!
Suddenly a loud voice caused her head to whip around in the direction of a very large man standing on a stage. She pursed her magenta-tinted lips. Was that a rhetorical question? How could he not have everyone's attention when he was shouting into that thing? Clearly, some people had no concept of etiquette!Even if she agreed with the activists' stance (Which she didn't in the slightest), that didn't excuse them making such a spectacle of themselves! She turned her attention back to her meal and tried to ignore the sound. Goodness, where was an Auror when you need one?
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Fooooooddd….
That was all Adam was thinking of as he entered the Dining Terrace. He had managed to make it from the Potions Disposal Seminar to the terrace without running into any activists which had improved his mood (slightly). Once he had some food in him, perhaps he’d be happier.
He glanced around the room. There were a few empty tables and some with some open spaces. He wasn’t sure where or with whom to sit, but sitting wasn’t really an issue until he had food. He shifted his satchel that contained his notebook and translator quill so that it wouldn’t be in his way as he filled up his plate from the buffet and got into line. It moved slowly. People seemed to be taking their time filling up their plates.
Finally it was his turn. Stomach grumbling, he picked up a plate and began to survey the buffet for things to eat. Only, there really wasn’t much to eat. No wonder it was taking people a while to get through the line. Where oh where was the meat? All he could see was salads. Fruit salads – pasta salads – potato salads – quinoa salads – bean salads - taco salads - lettuce salads. He groaned. Adam was a carnivore, not an herbivore. None of this was going to fill him up!
Trying not to appear picky and not really sure what dishes he was actually going to like, he started plopping a little of this, a little of that on his plate. Of the potato salads, one looked like a German potato salad so he grabbed a little more of that, hoping it was going to be something he was at least familiar with.
Plate finally full, he grabbed a cup and filled it up with what he assumed was pumpkin juice and turned to look for a table. Only…
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…"Testing, 123. I repeat, testing 123," he said into the device. And it was working, good.
"Could I have everyone's attention, please?" He hoped everyone would hurry with their attention, he wasn't sure how much time he had before an Auror, or someone of the sort came and body-slammed him to the floor.
These people really were everywhere weren’t they?
Adam made a bee-line to the first open table he found.
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Katja helped herself to a small salad and a smoothie before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Her green eyes scanned the dining area as she daintily nibbled, watching the people engrossed in their conversations. She wasn't going to engage unless someone approached her first, though. Less potential for embarrassment that way!
And sat down without asking if the seat was open. If it was, well, there were four other chairs for them to sit in. ”Hallo,” Adam offered with a little less than his usual joviality. It had really turning into a trying day for the young German unspeakable.
Tempest looked around the room. She'd stepped in just in time to see whatever was happening with the guy being tackled on stage.. Was he pro-environment or Anti? Because she didn't really get the whole Anti-Environment stance.
Like... You live in the environment! Wouldn't you want it cleaned up no matter who mucked it all up?
She wasn't sure where Rod had gotten off to but whatever. She was hoping to mingle a little more with her co-workers. MLE or otherwise. Hopefully she'd fit in at the Ministry, everyone in MACUSA knew her name but there was some comfort in being able to be her own person here.
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Tempest looked around the room. She'd stepped in just in time to see whatever was happening with the guy being tackled on stage.. Was he pro-environment or Anti? Because she didn't really get the whole Anti-Environment stance.
Like... You live in the environment! Wouldn't you want it cleaned up no matter who mucked it all up?
She wasn't sure where Rod had gotten off to but whatever. She was hoping to mingle a little more with her co-workers. MLE or otherwise. Hopefully she'd fit in at the Ministry, everyone in MACUSA knew her name but there was some comfort in being able to be her own person here.
He had been through the entire conference areas and one thing he was noticing was that the activist were getting inside this wasn't good. Something bad was going to happen. He walked into the dining area and boom there they were. Moving to the food he took a plate and filled it up.
Looking for a table he stopped near someone, "What the hell are they doing?" He just didn't have patience for them. "Excuse me, can you please just leave peacefully so these nice people can enjoy their meals." He knew security was there, but as a DH he felt the need to try to help out if he could, but knew once it got not peaceful he wouldn't be able to do much.
Erick was annoyed with this Protection Summit. He didn't think it would do any good and it was so boring. In spite of that, he supposed it would look bad if he didn't show up. He was a Ministry worker and was probably expected to show up at these things. He didn't bother wearing anything formal, opting for a orange tank top and jeans.
So far he didn't pay attention to the activists. He didn't hate WERPS enough to protest it but he thought it was funny how WERPS was being protested. But when they came in and set up a stage it became impossible to ignore them.
The perky purple haired activist caught his attention even though she wasn't the one on stage. Gosh she was beautiful. Erick approached her casually.
"I agree with what you're protesting," he told her. "I think you're very brave for doing it. Can I have a pamphlet?" It was obvious that he was attracted to her, and if it wasn't his blushing would give it away.
Uh.....wait. Was this guy..... flirting with her? It was kind of cute, the way he was blushing, but he wasn't really her cup of tea, so to speak. But, he was agreeing, though, which was something. "Sure, here you go!" she chirped, handing over said paper.
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He had been through the entire conference areas and one thing he was noticing was that the activist were getting inside this wasn't good. Something bad was going to happen. He walked into the dining area and boom there they were. Moving to the food he took a plate and filled it up.
Looking for a table he stopped near someone, "What the hell are they doing?" He just didn't have patience for them. "Excuse me, can you please just leave peacefully so these nice people can enjoy their meals." He knew security was there, but as a DH he felt the need to try to help out if he could, but knew once it got not peaceful he wouldn't be able to do much.
Not yelling, not being tackled, Butch continued to stand on the stage and wait for people to get settled before starting his speech. Of course, there was one who asked them to leave. Butch switched the microphone off before replying. "But we are being peaceful, sir. Nor are we stopping people from eating." For the most part, anyway.
And they were back to waiting for people to get settled.
He had been through the entire conference areas and one thing he was noticing was that the activist were getting inside this wasn't good. Something bad was going to happen. He walked into the dining area and boom there they were. Moving to the food he took a plate and filled it up.
Looking for a table he stopped near someone, "What the hell are they doing?" He just didn't have patience for them. "Excuse me, can you please just leave peacefully so these nice people can enjoy their meals." He knew security was there, but as a DH he felt the need to try to help out if he could, but knew once it got not peaceful he wouldn't be able to do much.
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Uh.....wait. Was this guy..... flirting with her? It was kind of cute, the way he was blushing, but he wasn't really her cup of tea, so to speak. But, he was agreeing, though, which was something. "Sure, here you go!" she chirped, handing over said paper.
Not yelling, not being tackled, Butch continued to stand on the stage and wait for people to get settled before starting his speech. Of course, there was one who asked them to leave. Butch switched the microphone off before replying. "But we are being peaceful, sir. Nor are we stopping people from eating." For the most part, anyway.
And they were back to waiting for people to get settled.
Tempest looked to see the man talking again.. And to another man who seemed to reasonably want the one on stage off of it. Her hand moved to the holster of her wand. She wouldn't pull it or do anything just yet,
but it was never a bad idea to be ready. Constant Vigilance and all that.
She looked to the man piling food on his plate that stopped near her. "I'm not sure but if he isn't here to discuss helping the problem i'm not sure why he's here at all." Because why show up somewhere that no one wants you?
Seemed like a poor choice to her. The Auror, looked over the man standing next to her though and smiled, loosening the hand on her wand holster.
"I'm Tempest Chandler, by the way." The Auror extended her hand for a handshake. She knew her American accent made her stand out a little.. but then the name 'Chandler' Back in the states people knew it.. one of her however many great Grandfather's had been President of MACUSA and of course her family stayed involved in American Wizarding politics but would this man make that connection? She was hoping no.
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Ariana stepped out unto the dining terrace and looked around. It was modest but nothing that she'd turn her nose up on. You could never go wrong with nature right? She did see little nooks and crannies were she would have gone bigger and bolder though, but that was just her. Average was not her norm
It was interesting that her first major event at the ministry was a protest rally of sorts. The things were protested weren't really of interest to her but she wasn't going to not come. She of course understood the importance of corporate responsibility.
The freshly minted ministry advisor walked over to the table and looked at what they had on display, not bothering to look around for familiar faces, since she highly doubted she'd see anyone she knew here today.
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SPOILER!!: Activist and Tempest
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SPOILER!!: Erec and Activists
Tempest looked to see the man talking again.. And to another man who seemed to reasonably want the one on stage off of it. Her hand moved to the holster of her wand. She wouldn't pull it or do anything just yet,
but it was never a bad idea to be ready. Constant Vigilance and all that.
She looked to the man piling food on his plate that stopped near her. "I'm not sure but if he isn't here to discuss helping the problem i'm not sure why he's here at all." Because why show up somewhere that no one wants you?
Seemed like a poor choice to her. The Auror, looked over the man standing next to her though and smiled, loosening the hand on her wand holster.
"I'm Tempest Chandler, by the way." The Auror extended her hand for a handshake. She knew her American accent made her stand out a little.. but then the name 'Chandler' Back in the states people knew it.. one of her however many great Grandfather's had been President of MACUSA and of course her family stayed involved in American Wizarding politics but would this man make that connection? She was hoping no.
They were being peaceful, yes he could agree with that,
but they were not suppose to be here. "The microphone is for employeed members of this conference and I'm sure you are not one of them. So if you could please step down we won't need to get MLE involved. This event is open to the public to be observers. Maybe you'd be interested in what we have to say and show instead of trying to fight something before it even starts." He looked at the lady next to him before looking back at the man. "Erec Delacroix, Department Head for International Cooperation." Saying it for both of them really.
He couldn't help but chuckle at Tempest words. If they weren't here for the environment, "You would be surprised what peopel think they should protest. I have seen them all I think." He had been to plenty of conferences to know a thing or two about protestors. "They believe in their fights, but at times they don't try to see the other side. It can be a bit frustrating." He knew a fight started between him and his daughter over just a joke before. "Are you enjoy the conference so far?" He did want to see if their efforts in this were for the good of things.
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SPOILER!!: lovelies
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"......." What. That's not what she (Lydia) meant? Zander was more than a little confused, but he kept quiet... Hoping she'd elaborate because honestly he couldn't think of any other way to interpret what she had said???!!??!??? Uh. Man. He missed working with children already. They always said exactly what they meant. Ha ha ha ha. Help. "Oh... Ha ha ha ha... Yeaaah," he nodded, pretending to truly pick up what she was putting down. Was passion really that rare? ...... Did working at the ministry suck out all the enjoyment in life???????
WHAT HAD HE SIGNED UP FOR!?!??!?!?!
His cheeks were still pretty flushed when the newest arrival (Chloe) joined their group. And boy was she excited? Was now a bad time to admit that Zander had ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHO SHE WAS??? Sure she looked super familiar... But.... Zander couldn't place it. Three and a half years is a REAL long time. Not to mention, they never had any memorable conversations while at Hogwarts... That and Zander really only surrounded himself with a circle of good friends and HE WAS SUPER BUSY, IT WASN'T HIS FAULT!! She had to be a Hogwarts graduate, that much Zander could place. Perhaps his year? She certainly looked around his age... And... Possibly a Gryffindor? Maybe? She looked so familiar (sort of). "Uh, wow, heeeeeey," he was going to have to fake it. lol. As long as he avoided her name, no one would ever know.
"It's been so long," This was good. He was doing GREAT. And that's when she introduced herself to the blonde one, CHLOE. He would've jumped for joy had there not been others around. Thank Merlin for Lydia over here. Without that introduction, Zander would've been done for. Chloe. OH WAIT. Definitely his year. Zander vaguely remembered now. "We, uh, graduated together," he replied to Lydia's inquiry hesitantly. By the strength and power of Merlin above, PLEASE let that be right.
And about the wrock, er, stuff, "That's... Um... Awesome!" Uh. Again, faking it here. This muggleborn knew a very limited amount of wizard radio knowledge. Most of what he knew was due to working for Fox and most of that knowledge started and ended with TDK and the band that started with an A.
And then YET ANOTHER ( Lynley) person joined them. This was definitely not something Zander prepared for. He gave an uneasy smile to the new arrival, who clearly knew Chloe... And thank Merlin didn't know Zander because if he had to pretend to know something else this night would truly become a nightmare. "... That easy to tell, huh?" he rubbed the back of his neck TRYINGNOTTOPANIC. How did SHE KNOW???? Were they already making some newbie mistake????
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And before the blond woman could introduce herself, someone else had come up behind her who addressed her. Lynley Purcell, because after going on three years, how could she not recognize the woman's voice. It was definitely a good thing to know your boss' voice though, at least in the redhead's opinion. "Lynley," she grinned, eying the bare minimum the woman had taken on her plate. Goodness, she was really going to have to work on her in getting her to eat this food. This was like Chloe's staples. "My break was ..." she glanced over at Zander a moment and then back to Lynley. "... it was restless, but good. Baby is good, mostly. He sleeps for four hour intervals now." Which was better than the two hours before, so that was good. "How's your offspring?"
This blond woman, well, while Chloe didn't know Zander terribly well, she was almost positive that this woman could NOT have been the replacement for Sophie Brown. She was just way too .... something. Wrock family? Calloway? Was that meant to be some sort of famous family? She wasn't completely naive in that she knew wrock was wizarding music related, and yet, she didn't follow all the artists as she perhaps should have. Who had time to keep up with the artists anyway? She listened to the music, but knowing details about who was behind the music? Way too much effort. "Likewise, I'm sure, Lydia. So gift shop, huh? I didn't even know the Ministry had a gift shop." Was it a new place? How had no one ever told her of its existence? It was probably overpriced merchandise anyway, which is why when she shopped, she went into town despite the apparent convenience of having things on premises.
Speaking of being real, if there was one thing that Chloe had a knack for it was knowing when someone was being real or not and she was nearly sure, judging from watching her former housemate's face that he did NOT remember her at all. And if there was another thing she was good for it was to usually not embarrass people who seemed to be forgetful after only three years of not seeing someone who'd they spent seven years with. Of course they hung out with different crowds, but hello, SAME COMMON ROOM, and they were sorted consecutively, not that Zander would have realized or remembered that since he was sorted first so didn't really pay attention to who went after him (likely). "Three and a half years," she added, to his 'it's been so long' comment. "Don't be so modest, Zander. We shared a common room for seven years. So you're working here now, then?" Because apparently he needed reminding that they were housemates.
Oh no, what if he'd been obliviated which is why he didn't remember anything? Or he was just so in love with Sophie Brown that anyone else just got faded to black?
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SPOILER!!: PARTY PEOPLE
Good lord, the minute the first new person, the girl, opened her mouth, Lynley wanted to tell her to buck up and act mature. Merlin. MERLIN. This was a ministry event, and she was a NEW employee. But the...gift shop? Had they always had a gift shop? She would feel silly if so. Because she didn't know about it. Then again, she was so focused on her own department that perhaps she just...never noticed. Mhmm. "Well...that seems...quite the fit for you, Lydia," she said with a fake smile. Chloe, please, make better acquaintances, please. The girl had so much potential! And as for the other one...the boy....
Well.
"I'm Lynley Purcell. Department Head of Transportation. Level Six," she smiled again and held out her hand for both of them to shake. "Chloe is mine," she said, shooting Chloe a look of rare affection. Meaning, she was from Level Six. "And yes, a bit obvious. But that's okay. Your first day at the ministry is always...nervewracking," At least the boy had some integrity about him. "So what is your name and position here, then?" Since he hadn't introduced himself to her. But Lynley triiiiiiied to sound not-rude. Tried.
"Wyatt is good," she winced at the word offspring though. He wasn't her offspring. She had adopted him. "His behavior in school has improved, thankfully,' she said with a sigh. Her son was....adjusting as well as she could hope, she suppose, to attending primary school.
"Aw, a baby!" Babies were, like, the cutest next to kittens and Lydia sighed dreamily. "Do you happen to have a picture?" She would just, like, love to see the little Chloe jr. and it was super important to show you were interested in people's little lives and stuff. That's, like, so how you made lasting connections.
Awwww! That Zander guy so totally didn't even know who that Chloe girl was at first. He must have felt SO dumb for not knowing, since Chloe so knew who he was. Lydia could tell because she was, like, so observant that way. It was a gift, really. "How awkward is this, am I right?" She laughed, amused, nudging the guy. "But hey! This is like a cute little reunion for you guys, so that's fun!" Super fun to watch, that was for sure.
"The gift shop is so going to be my baby, you know?" The blonde nodded seriously. "I've always been good at, like, selling stuff to people. I'm sure in my first year the ministry will sell way more merch than they have in the past. That's my goal, anyway." Full of confidence, she was.
And when things got, like, super boring and serious, Lydia let her attention wander to the adorable activist people. Awwww look, that one was trying to sneakily speak to the group but that other ministry person was fighting it. "Drama," She pointed out to the others in case they hadn't seen-or heard. They SO didn't want to miss this.
Katja helped herself to a small salad and a smoothie before taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Her green eyes scanned the dining area as she daintily nibbled, watching the people engrossed in their conversations. She wasn't going to engage unless someone approached her first, though. Less potential for embarrassment that way!
Suddenly a loud voice caused her head to whip around in the direction of a very large man standing on a stage. She pursed her magenta-tinted lips. Was that a rhetorical question? How could he not have everyone's attention when he was shouting into that thing? Clearly, some people had no concept of etiquette!Even if she agreed with the activists' stance (Which she didn't in the slightest), that didn't excuse them making such a spectacle of themselves! She turned her attention back to her meal and tried to ignore the sound. Goodness, where was an Auror when you need one?
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Fooooooddd….
That was all Adam was thinking of as he entered the Dining Terrace. He had managed to make it from the Potions Disposal Seminar to the terrace without running into any activists which had improved his mood (slightly). Once he had some food in him, perhaps he’d be happier.
He glanced around the room. There were a few empty tables and some with some open spaces. He wasn’t sure where or with whom to sit, but sitting wasn’t really an issue until he had food. He shifted his satchel that contained his notebook and translator quill so that it wouldn’t be in his way as he filled up his plate from the buffet and got into line. It moved slowly. People seemed to be taking their time filling up their plates.
Finally it was his turn. Stomach grumbling, he picked up a plate and began to survey the buffet for things to eat. Only, there really wasn’t much to eat. No wonder it was taking people a while to get through the line. Where oh where was the meat? All he could see was salads. Fruit salads – pasta salads – potato salads – quinoa salads – bean salads - taco salads - lettuce salads. He groaned. Adam was a carnivore, not an herbivore. None of this was going to fill him up!
Trying not to appear picky and not really sure what dishes he was actually going to like, he started plopping a little of this, a little of that on his plate. Of the potato salads, one looked like a German potato salad so he grabbed a little more of that, hoping it was going to be something he was at least familiar with.
Plate finally full, he grabbed a cup and filled it up with what he assumed was pumpkin juice and turned to look for a table. Only…
These people really were everywhere weren’t they?
Adam made a bee-line to the first open table he found.
And sat down without asking if the seat was open. If it was, well, there were four other chairs for them to sit in. ”Hallo,” Adam offered with a little less than his usual joviality. It had really turning into a trying day for the young German unspeakable.
Kendra might have been a new employee to the Ministry but she was quite keen on attending this environmental seminar. She welcomed furthering her own knowledge and learning about ways she could be a responsible wizarding citizen. But she was rather surprised that there were so many people here opposing the event and, she supposed, the steps people were suggesting they take as action.
But so far, she enjoyed the talks that she attended. It was time for some refreshments now that there was a lull in the presentations and she slipped into the beautiful dining terrace to get something to eat. It certainly gave her a few decorating ideas, but she was just as interested in the food. She was glad to see that they featured such healthy choices here.
She had just filled her plate at the buffet when her attention was drawn by an amplified voice. She wasn't sure if this was another presentation while they ate or some sort of entertainment, but she hadn't remembered seeing anything about dining entertainment in the literature she received in the atrium. Hm.
Of course, being new to the Ministry, she didn't immediately see anyone she knew, but Kendra knew the benefits of networking and socialization. And no time like the present. Making a beeline for a table with just a couple people sitting there, she gave them both a pleasant smile before taking a seat. "Hello there. My name's Kendra.. You don't mind if I join you both, do you?" Of course, she did take a seat before asking, but they were adults at a public event. There were no assigned or saved seats here. "What do you think's going on up there?" She gestured towards the man with the microphone before taking a bite of her cranberry chicken salad.
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"Aw, a baby!" Babies were, like, the cutest next to kittens and Lydia sighed dreamily. "Do you happen to have a picture?" She would just, like, love to see the little Chloe jr. and it was super important to show you were interested in people's little lives and stuff. That's, like, so how you made lasting connections.
Awwww! That Zander guy so totally didn't even know who that Chloe girl was at first. He must have felt SO dumb for not knowing, since Chloe so knew who he was. Lydia could tell because she was, like, so observant that way. It was a gift, really. "How awkward is this, am I right?" She laughed, amused, nudging the guy. "But hey! This is like a cute little reunion for you guys, so that's fun!" Super fun to watch, that was for sure.
"The gift shop is so going to be my baby, you know?" The blonde nodded seriously. "I've always been good at, like, selling stuff to people. I'm sure in my first year the ministry will sell way more merch than they have in the past. That's my goal, anyway." Full of confidence, she was.
And when things got, like, super boring and serious, Lydia let her attention wander to the adorable activist people. Awwww look, that one was trying to sneakily speak to the group but that other ministry person was fighting it. "Drama," She pointed out to the others in case they hadn't seen-or heard. They SO didn't want to miss this.
Zander listened politely as Chloe spoke to the older lady (Lynley). Baby? Chloe had a kid? He felt a pang of envy as he stood silently in thought. Maybe once he got adjusted in his new office and Sophie made a full recovery… Maybe he could convince her this time.
And it wasn’t like he completely forgot Chloe… It was just, uh, real foggy. Shoot. It was embarrassing because she definitely noticed. And to think, he thought he was playing it off rather well. THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT, LYDIA. THANKS. ”Er, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, giving them all a sheepish smile. Three and a half years. That was like an ETERNITY. Especially because the only people he really saw lately were Damien and Soph… and ocassionaly CB, Rorie, and Kevin? This wasn’t his fault, okay!!!! ”Ha ha yeaaaah super fun, go Gryffindor!” SEE he totally remembered. Ish. ”Er yeah, I just got an offer for a position…. Sort of applied on a whim, wasn’t really expecting it to work out, y’know?”
Actually he wasn’t really expecting it to work out at all. But alas, miracles did happen (like that time he survived acromantulas) (someone up there was clearly looking out for him). ”Do you like working there?” At the ministry, he meant. Chloe did seem happy?
He hadn’t exactly figured out the ‘feel’ of the place. Because on one hand, there were plenty of young, fresh Hogwarts’ graduates… And on the other, there were people like Lynley Purcell who was speaking right now…. As if she owned the place. Good. This was great. Zander would definitely feel out of place. ”Yeah, nerve-wracking is a good way to put it,” he agreed. ”Oh uh, Zander Adair,” he grinned, nervously, returning her handshake. You’d think after years of interacting with strangers on the daily (the Prefect/Head Boy job gave him plenty of practice) he’d get good at it. But when it was with adults who definitely had their lives together… It was a different story. ”Department of Magical Games and Sports… I think they’re putting me in a new division for recreational sports, but, er, they’re still trying to figure out the kinks.” Was she judging him? It felt like it.
His attention was then turned to the ‘drama’ Lydia was pointing out. ”How were they even let in here?” You’d think there’d be loads of security at this place?
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"I figured you were chased around the clock. Gotta have some way to ward them off, don't you?" Clearing his plate was very enjoyable, except for that cheese. Obviously, he couldn't eat it, but wasting food always rubbed him the wrong way. "Hey, everyone has different ways of—"
A squeaking noise from what seemed like a microphone interrupted him, and despite Carrigan's warning not to turn around, he just couldn't resist. Twisting slightly in his seat to catch a glimpse of the action, the YATI grinned. What was this, hmm?
"I hope not. I wouldn't want to discourage an active summit participant." He would handle things if needed, but Dima was fine where he was right now.
He was making fun of her. Carrigan chewed on her thumb and studied Dmitriy with somber eyes. Wasn't he? Finally, she leaned over and flicked the cheese off his plate and onto the floor so they wouldn't have to look at it anymore.
"Yes. My social schedule is insane. Thanks for looking out for my best interest." Her tone was lofty to cover her confusion.
She wasn't really surprised that he wasn't going to jump in to show off for his superiors. That was an Angelo move, and Dmitriy didn't strike her as the glory hound type. Or at least as much as a Toussaint could avoid gathering all the glory to himself. It was genetic, really. "There's gotta be a difference between active participation and disruption. Although I'm a fan of civil disobedience when called for."
They were being peaceful, yes he could agree with that,
but they were not suppose to be here. "The microphone is for employeed members of this conference and I'm sure you are not one of them. So if you could please step down we won't need to get MLE involved. This event is open to the public to be observers. Maybe you'd be interested in what we have to say and show instead of trying to fight something before it even starts." He looked at the lady next to him before looking back at the man. "Erec Delacroix, Department Head for International Cooperation." Saying it for both of them really.
Hadn't this guy just seen them tote the stage and microphone into the room and set it up? One would think that a department head would be more observant than that. Oh well, wasn't Butch's problem. And he declined to comment on it, as well, deciding to get on with his speech before Mr. Delacroix could get his undies even further in a twist.
Ahem.
"Now, I know you all are wondering just what my fellow activists and I have against environmentalism and all that. Well, we don't have a problem with environmentalism. It's just that the environmentalism that the Ministry is trying to sell you here one: isn't true environmentalism. It's not ripping up the real, natural grass that's growing out of the ground and replacing it with fake grass made from tires and who knows what else just avoid using pesticides and herbicides or a little bit of mowing. It's not casting spells on trees just so they grow quicker than what nature intended just so you can have some shade or being vegetarian or vegan just because you heard some whacky rumor that cows help contribute to global warming. It's about caring for the planet you have by reusing and recycling, using stuff made out of recycled materials, conserving water and electricity anyway you can (within reason), finding cleaner ways to get said electricity and finding natural solutions to our bug and weed problems.
Secondly, some of the things suggested here put us at risk of being exposed to the Muggles. Which not only violates the International Statue of Secrecy, but puts us in great danger. Because, as much as the Ministry may want to deny it, Muggles are not our friends. I mean, just look at how they treat those amongst themselves who are different! And just as they have in the past, if they knew about us, they would turn that hate over and use it to persecute us into the ground.
So, these are the reasons we are here to protest today. Not because we don't love our environment, but because we do." And with that, Butch turned off his mic and stepped off the stage while his friends moved in to take down the stage.
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He was making fun of her. Carrigan chewed on her thumb and studied Dmitriy with somber eyes. Wasn't he? Finally, she leaned over and flicked the cheese off his plate and onto the floor so they wouldn't have to look at it anymore.
"Yes. My social schedule is insane. Thanks for looking out for my best interest." Her tone was lofty to cover her confusion.
She wasn't really surprised that he wasn't going to jump in to show off for his superiors. That was an Angelo move, and Dmitriy didn't strike her as the glory hound type. Or at least as much as a Toussaint could avoid gathering all the glory to himself. It was genetic, really. "There's gotta be a difference between active participation and disruption. Although I'm a fan of civil disobedience when called for."
That was quite a bit of staring he'd received for one sentence, and Dima hadn't been expecting it. He'd guessed Carrigan was one to brush such comments off, but apparently his assumption had been wrong.
The YATI's eyes followed the flying cheese before glancing up to the protesters again. Ignoring the Department Head trying to stop the ruckus, Dmitriy listened avidly to the activist's monologue. As a strong dissenter of most Ministry practices, he found himself agreeing with the expressed sentiments anyway. "I'm not bothered. They're already leaving, and we got some free entertainment."
AND he hadn't needed to lift a finger on this shift that he was 'working'. Win-win-win, see?
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Text Cut: Adam and Kendra
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Fooooooddd….
That was all Adam was thinking of as he entered the Dining Terrace. He had managed to make it from the Potions Disposal Seminar to the terrace without running into any activists which had improved his mood (slightly). Once he had some food in him, perhaps he’d be happier.
He glanced around the room. There were a few empty tables and some with some open spaces. He wasn’t sure where or with whom to sit, but sitting wasn’t really an issue until he had food. He shifted his satchel that contained his notebook and translator quill so that it wouldn’t be in his way as he filled up his plate from the buffet and got into line. It moved slowly. People seemed to be taking their time filling up their plates.
Finally it was his turn. Stomach grumbling, he picked up a plate and began to survey the buffet for things to eat. Only, there really wasn’t much to eat. No wonder it was taking people a while to get through the line. Where oh where was the meat? All he could see was salads. Fruit salads – pasta salads – potato salads – quinoa salads – bean salads - taco salads - lettuce salads. He groaned. Adam was a carnivore, not an herbivore. None of this was going to fill him up!
Trying not to appear picky and not really sure what dishes he was actually going to like, he started plopping a little of this, a little of that on his plate. Of the potato salads, one looked like a German potato salad so he grabbed a little more of that, hoping it was going to be something he was at least familiar with.
Plate finally full, he grabbed a cup and filled it up with what he assumed was pumpkin juice and turned to look for a table. Only…
These people really were everywhere weren’t they?
Adam made a bee-line to the first open table he found.
And sat down without asking if the seat was open. If it was, well, there were four other chairs for them to sit in. ”Hallo,” Adam offered with a little less than his usual joviality. It had really turning into a trying day for the young German unspeakable.
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SPOILER!!: Katja and Adam
Kendra might have been a new employee to the Ministry but she was quite keen on attending this environmental seminar. She welcomed furthering her own knowledge and learning about ways she could be a responsible wizarding citizen. But she was rather surprised that there were so many people here opposing the event and, she supposed, the steps people were suggesting they take as action.
But so far, she enjoyed the talks that she attended. It was time for some refreshments now that there was a lull in the presentations and she slipped into the beautiful dining terrace to get something to eat. It certainly gave her a few decorating ideas, but she was just as interested in the food. She was glad to see that they featured such healthy choices here.
She had just filled her plate at the buffet when her attention was drawn by an amplified voice. She wasn't sure if this was another presentation while they ate or some sort of entertainment, but she hadn't remembered seeing anything about dining entertainment in the literature she received in the atrium. Hm.
Of course, being new to the Ministry, she didn't immediately see anyone she knew, but Kendra knew the benefits of networking and socialization. And no time like the present. Making a beeline for a table with just a couple people sitting there, she gave them both a pleasant smile before taking a seat. "Hello there. My name's Kendra.. You don't mind if I join you both, do you?" Of course, she did take a seat before asking, but they were adults at a public event. There were no assigned or saved seats here. "What do you think's going on up there?" She gestured towards the man with the microphone before taking a bite of her cranberry chicken salad.
If Katja thought the activists' method of delivering their message was obnoxious, the message itself was even worse! Granted she wasn't the most muggle-loving person in the world, this was painting all of them with a very broad brush. Just like not all Westergaards were evil,
not all muggles were cruel and judgmental. Good goblins, she'd had enough over-generalizations to last a lifetime! She kept her head down, careful not to let any disapproval show on her face. If they saw her disdain, they might heckle her, and that would be humiliating!
She tried to distract herself from the rhetoric by reapplying her lipstick.
In the reflection of her mirror, she saw a man approaching and quickly snapped her compact shut. She smiled politely as he greeted her. "Hello," she replied, but before she could introduce herself, someone else appeared.
Another smile for the lady who joined them. "Not at all," the blonde Danish witch replied, gesturing toward one of the empty chairs. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kendra. I'm Katja Westergaard, Department of International Magical Cooperation." The introduction was meant for both Kendra and the gentleman at their table. She was slightly taken aback by Kendra's question but didn't let it show. What was going on? Wasn't it obvious? Oh well, maybe she'd only just arrived and hadn't had time to encounter the activists yet. Her eyes momentarily darted toward the man speaking, and her voice dropped as she replied, "It seems some of the activists..." And she used that term loosely; rabble-rousers was more like it! "...have a message to share with us." Though how they managed to get past security, she'd never guess! Was one of her dining companions an Auror, by any chance?
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Rose didn't forget people in a heartbeat, and besides Aaron had played for her favourite professional Qudditch team that she still cheered on and owned countless memorabilia for. That he remembered her gave him a gold star in Rose's book. It showed to her that Aaron took notice and had manners. At the reveal that he hadn't ridden his broom properly in a few month's caused Rose to make big eyes and ask amazed "Really? You haven't ridden your broom in over two months? What do you work with in Games & Sports? Are you filing paperwork now and not testing brooms and new handles and such out?" If that was the case then to Rose it was a waste of Aaron's knowledge, expertise and skill.
Letting out a warm giggle she said holding her arms up Rose said. "I didn't know that. I'll have to tell my brother that he has been lying to me all these years. The nerve of him. Just because of that I'm going to send him a basket full of unhealthy foods just to let him know that I know." Shaking her head, she huffed under her breath. Stupid brothers.
Why did she seem so surprised about him not having ridden his broom in months? Was it really so shocking? "I'm no spring chicken and while I still keep in physical shape, it's nice to not have that kind of stress on my joints. But we don't test out brooms in Games and Sports. That's Magical Transportation territory. We deal with a lot of maintenance and regulation." Merlin knew after two decades of playing quidditch, his body needed the rest. He'd broken enough bones to last a lifetime.
Aaron shook his head when Rose said she was going to send him a basket full of unhealthy foods. "I wouldn't recommend that. Even if it's in good fun, there's nothing worse than embarrassing him with the unhealthy foods basket. Not like that, at least. You need to be more subtle." Honestly, did females have no tact when it came to these things?
SPOILER!!: boss lady, Lydia, Zander!!
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Good lord, the minute the first new person, the girl, opened her mouth, Lynley wanted to tell her to buck up and act mature. Merlin. MERLIN. This was a ministry event, and she was a NEW employee. But the...gift shop? Had they always had a gift shop? She would feel silly if so. Because she didn't know about it. Then again, she was so focused on her own department that perhaps she just...never noticed. Mhmm. "Well...that seems...quite the fit for you, Lydia," she said with a fake smile. Chloe, please, make better acquaintances, please. The girl had so much potential! And as for the other one...the boy....
Well.
"I'm Lynley Purcell. Department Head of Transportation. Level Six," she smiled again and held out her hand for both of them to shake. "Chloe is mine," she said, shooting Chloe a look of rare affection. Meaning, she was from Level Six. "And yes, a bit obvious. But that's okay. Your first day at the ministry is always...nervewracking," At least the boy had some integrity about him. "So what is your name and position here, then?" Since he hadn't introduced himself to her. But Lynley triiiiiiied to sound not-rude. Tried.
"Wyatt is good," she winced at the word offspring though. He wasn't her offspring. She had adopted him. "His behavior in school has improved, thankfully,' she said with a sigh. Her son was....adjusting as well as she could hope, she suppose, to attending primary school.
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"Aw, a baby!" Babies were, like, the cutest next to kittens and Lydia sighed dreamily. "Do you happen to have a picture?" She would just, like, love to see the little Chloe jr. and it was super important to show you were interested in people's little lives and stuff. That's, like, so how you made lasting connections.
Awwww! That Zander guy so totally didn't even know who that Chloe girl was at first. He must have felt SO dumb for not knowing, since Chloe so knew who he was. Lydia could tell because she was, like, so observant that way. It was a gift, really. "How awkward is this, am I right?" She laughed, amused, nudging the guy. "But hey! This is like a cute little reunion for you guys, so that's fun!" Super fun to watch, that was for sure.
"The gift shop is so going to be my baby, you know?" The blonde nodded seriously. "I've always been good at, like, selling stuff to people. I'm sure in my first year the ministry will sell way more merch than they have in the past. That's my goal, anyway." Full of confidence, she was.
And when things got, like, super boring and serious, Lydia let her attention wander to the adorable activist people. Awwww look, that one was trying to sneakily speak to the group but that other ministry person was fighting it. "Drama," She pointed out to the others in case they hadn't seen-or heard. They SO didn't want to miss this.
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Zander listened politely as Chloe spoke to the older lady (Lynley). Baby? Chloe had a kid? He felt a pang of envy as he stood silently in thought. Maybe once he got adjusted in his new office and Sophie made a full recovery… Maybe he could convince her this time.
And it wasn’t like he completely forgot Chloe… It was just, uh, real foggy. Shoot. It was embarrassing because she definitely noticed. And to think, he thought he was playing it off rather well. THANKS FOR POINTING IT OUT, LYDIA. THANKS. ”Er, yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck, giving them all a sheepish smile. Three and a half years. That was like an ETERNITY. Especially because the only people he really saw lately were Damien and Soph… and ocassionaly CB, Rorie, and Kevin? This wasn’t his fault, okay!!!! ”Ha ha yeaaaah super fun, go Gryffindor!” SEE he totally remembered. Ish. ”Er yeah, I just got an offer for a position…. Sort of applied on a whim, wasn’t really expecting it to work out, y’know?”
Actually he wasn’t really expecting it to work out at all. But alas, miracles did happen (like that time he survived acromantulas) (someone up there was clearly looking out for him). ”Do you like working there?” At the ministry, he meant. Chloe did seem happy?
He hadn’t exactly figured out the ‘feel’ of the place. Because on one hand, there were plenty of young, fresh Hogwarts’ graduates… And on the other, there were people like Lynley Purcell who was speaking right now…. As if she owned the place. Good. This was great. Zander would definitely feel out of place. ”Yeah, nerve-wracking is a good way to put it,” he agreed. ”Oh uh, Zander Adair,” he grinned, nervously, returning her handshake. You’d think after years of interacting with strangers on the daily (the Prefect/Head Boy job gave him plenty of practice) he’d get good at it. But when it was with adults who definitely had their lives together… It was a different story. ”Department of Magical Games and Sports… I think they’re putting me in a new division for recreational sports, but, er, they’re still trying to figure out the kinks.” Was she judging him? It felt like it.
His attention was then turned to the ‘drama’ Lydia was pointing out. ”How were they even let in here?” You’d think there’d be loads of security at this place?
Blink, blink. She was hers? As in Lynley's? Oh, oh, she meant referring to her employee, GOOD because Chloe Adara wasn't anyone's thankyouverymuch. Not even Archer's, even if they were semi-together. Or were they together? For the love of Godric Gryffindor, she really didn't understand this relationship thing. And her attention span was totally waning between the activists that had decided to show up in the dining area, which was probably a good thing, as Lynley had been welcoming them and reassuring them it was okay to be nervous.
She was listening though when Lynley asked Zander about his position; the former head boy was intelligent, even if he was forgetful, so Chloe was curious to know where he landed himself. He had talent, that much the redhead was sure about. Noticing the clear way her boss winced at offspring, Chloe was befuddled a moment. Was the baby boy not her child? Was he adopted? Honestly, she had no idea, as she tended to not pry about the woman's personal life. Whatever she wanted to tell her, was okay by her. And likewise, she kept her personal affairs private, unless it would affect her work days, such as when she'd had to take a maternity leave. "That's good that he's adjusting," Chloe nodded, trying to not think about when Apollo would be starting school. It was bad enough he was crawling all over the flat now.
Ugh, this blond's enthusiasm was giving her headache. Worse than the activists, whom she found easier to ignore because they weren't right up in her face. "Yup, a baby. Apollo. He's like nine months old, and I think I just might..." she flicked open her handbag and began to rummage through, creasing her eyebrows. She was pretty sure she stuck at least one photo in there. "Ah, here you are. This is me with him when he was born. I wish I had a more recent picture, because he's gotten much bigger and his hair...Oh quite the head of hair." She smiled, reflecting on him and wishing it was appropriate to bring a nine month old baby to this function.
Awkward? Hey now, she was trying to NOT make the situation awkward and help Zander out as much as possible. And what was Lydia saying, the shop was going to be her baby ... okay, that was awkward. But she didn't need to point anything out, cause like she already knew and yea. Recreational sports? Well that seemed fitting enough, like Zander played quidditch hadn't he? In their earlier years like before Hogwarts decided to ban it? Which was like their first two years? Honestly she had no idea, it was so long ago, but whatever... she was pretty sure he liked sports. Or well, they wouldn't have placed him there, right?
"Oh yea, I like it." Of course she couldn't very well have said she DIDN'T like it what with her boss lady standing right there. "Though some days it feels kind of surreal. Like maybe I should have gone to university, but I'm content. And Magical Transportation is such an awesome department, with even cooler people." She paused a moment, thinking. "You know, my uncle works in Games and Sports. He just started last year... he used to play professional quidditch. But I'm not really sure what he does there." It was weird, her having more experience than her uncle in terms of years at the Ministry.
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Oh. So the activists were here, too. And apparently in speech mode. Though Sky found herself agreeing with what was being said. Especially the Muggles bit. She didn't have a problem with them, per se, she was just rather fond of her life at the current moment and a broken Statue of Secrecy would really complicate things. Blending in was just a much better choice.
Besides, who wanted to play Quidditch on fake grass?
Once the speech was over, Sky made her way to the buffet table. And was aghast at she saw. Where's the beef meat? Cheese? Any kind of human food at all, because most of what she was seeing was rabbit food. And she was no rabbit. Sigh.
Okay, Heather was all for organic, locally sourced and sustainably harvested foods. But she was also an omnivore, not a herbivore, and there was no meat on this table. Not even a leg from a cage-free chicken. They had been expecting meat eaters at this, right? Obviously not, by the looks of things.
And the speech. She agreed fully, having left the energy-efficient home lecture right in the middle. How could anyone think that was environmentalism, hmm? She had actually found the one on potions quite informative, though, so maybe this conference wasn't all bad.
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That was all Adam was thinking of as he entered the Dining Terrace. He had managed to make it from the Potions Disposal Seminar to the terrace without running into any activists which had improved his mood (slightly). Once he had some food in him, perhaps he’d be happier.
He glanced around the room. There were a few empty tables and some with some open spaces. He wasn’t sure where or with whom to sit, but sitting wasn’t really an issue until he had food. He shifted his satchel that contained his notebook and translator quill so that it wouldn’t be in his way as he filled up his plate from the buffet and got into line. It moved slowly. People seemed to be taking their time filling up their plates.
Finally it was his turn. Stomach grumbling, he picked up a plate and began to survey the buffet for things to eat. Only, there really wasn’t much to eat. No wonder it was taking people a while to get through the line. Where oh where was the meat? All he could see was salads. Fruit salads – pasta salads – potato salads – quinoa salads – bean salads - taco salads - lettuce salads. He groaned. Adam was a carnivore, not an herbivore. None of this was going to fill him up!
Trying not to appear picky and not really sure what dishes he was actually going to like, he started plopping a little of this, a little of that on his plate. Of the potato salads, one looked like a German potato salad so he grabbed a little more of that, hoping it was going to be something he was at least familiar with.
Plate finally full, he grabbed a cup and filled it up with what he assumed was pumpkin juice and turned to look for a table. Only…
These people really were everywhere weren’t they?
Adam made a bee-line to the first open table he found.
And sat down without asking if the seat was open. If it was, well, there were four other chairs for them to sit in. ”Hallo,” Adam offered with a little less than his usual joviality. It had really turning into a trying day for the young German unspeakable.
Emeric was enjoying a snack after all of that invigorating speeches he had just listened to. He was excited to be back in London, to be starting his dream job as an Astronomer in the Department of Mysteries... but yet he wouldn't be able to talk much about his job from the job description that he had been owled from his new boss. How could he not possibly talk about the stars with anyone and everyone around!!!
He was lost in day dream when a gentleman sat down next to him. Giving a slight huff Emeric turned toward him. "By all means sit down" Emeric motioned to the chair that the man sat in. "What did you think of the speech?" It might actually be nice to have someone to talk to.
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In the reflection of her mirror, she saw a man approaching and quickly snapped her compact shut. She smiled politely as he greeted her. "Hello," she replied, but before she could introduce herself, someone else appeared.
Another smile for the lady who joined them. "Not at all," the blonde Danish witch replied, gesturing toward one of the empty chairs. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Kendra. I'm Katja Westergaard, Department of International Magical Cooperation."
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Making a beeline for a table with just a couple people sitting there, she gave them both a pleasant smile before taking a seat. "Hello there. My name's Kendra.. You don't mind if I join you both, do you?" Of course, she did take a seat before asking, but they were adults at a public event. There were no assigned or saved seats here. "What do you think's going on up there?" She gestured towards the man with the microphone before taking a bite of her cranberry chicken salad.
Before Adam could venture anything else, another lady sat down by him and his new ‘acquaintance’ Katja. The other female introduced herself as Kendra and Adam found himself making a mental knock knock joke in an attempt to remember the ladies names. Sadly, it was likely not to work.
It didn’t help that at that exact moment the Activists decided to make a (loud) speech about…
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"Now, I know you all are wondering just what my fellow activists and I have against environmentalism and all that. Well, we don't have a problem with environmentalism. It's just that …
Anddd….. Adam tuned them out choosing instead to think about food…food… food….
Although, hungry, Adam poked around on his plate lamenting the lack of meat in any of the selections. The only one that looked remotely appetizing had eggs in it, but not nearly enough to satisfy his carnivorous needs. He sighed and finally stabbed a forkful of – some noodle salad and shoved it into his mouth. It was quite gross, but as he was at a “fancy” event, he forced himself to swallow it and tried not to make a disgusted face. It didn’t work. His disgust heightened as he swallowed the glob of icky gook.
Again he began poking around at his food.
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Originally Posted by Buggy-Boo
"What did you think of the speech?" It might actually be nice to have someone to talk to.
A voice, this time male, broke through his attention to food. Apparently the Activists had stopped speaking and instead a male nearby was asking him what he thought of the speech. “Vell,” he said in heavily accented English. “I vas not really listening.” Hey, best to be honest when someone asks for your opinion. He poked at the food again and this time took a chance on a bean salad. NOPE! It was worse the noodle salad. He nearly gagged at he swallowed and followed it up with a big swig of water. ”But,” he tried to offer to the other 3 at the table, totally forgetting he didn’t introduce himself. ”I zink dat zey could haven asked to be ah part of ze conference instead of dis.” By being a speaker or having a booth, Adam felt that they would have reached a much larger crowd. Most people were more likely to tone out all the loud noise that the activists were generating- like he had done – then to listen to them.
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Originally Posted by lemon
That was quite a bit of staring he'd received for one sentence, and Dima hadn't been expecting it. He'd guessed Carrigan was one to brush such comments off, but apparently his assumption had been wrong.
The YATI's eyes followed the flying cheese before glancing up to the protesters again. Ignoring the Department Head trying to stop the ruckus, Dmitriy listened avidly to the activist's monologue. As a strong dissenter of most Ministry practices, he found himself agreeing with the expressed sentiments anyway. "I'm not bothered. They're already leaving, and we got some free entertainment."
AND he hadn't needed to lift a finger on this shift that he was 'working'. Win-win-win, see?
There were some Aurors who were keen to arrest anyone they could. Mostly just because they liked the fact that they had the power to do so, that people could watch them wield that power, that less powerful men and women cowered at the sight of them. And then there was Dmitriy, who would rather eat fruit salad. Interesting.
"You hear them just all you out, Vegan? Fake Environmentalist? Merlin, that's embarrassing. If I was you, I'd drown my sorrows in a bacon cheeseburger. With a chocolate milkshake." Cue the sad cow eyes she'd inherited from her father. "If it makes you feel better, I'll still wear a fake fringe for you over those cheeseburgers. For you." She touched her heart. And nooooow she wanted a cheeseburger.
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
There were some Aurors who were keen to arrest anyone they could. Mostly just because they liked the fact that they had the power to do so, that people could watch them wield that power, that less powerful men and women cowered at the sight of them. And then there was Dmitriy, who would rather eat fruit salad. Interesting.
"You hear them just all you out, Vegan? Fake Environmentalist? Merlin, that's embarrassing. If I was you, I'd drown my sorrows in a bacon cheeseburger. With a chocolate milkshake." Cue the sad cow eyes she'd inherited from her father. "If it makes you feel better, I'll still wear a fake fringe for you over those cheeseburgers. For you." She touched her heart. And nooooow she wanted a cheeseburger.
Eating fruit salad was more fun than playing bad cop. Honest.
And he thought that in spite of the activists referring to livestock-induced global warming as a RUMOR (which warranted an arrest all on its own).
"Are you still hungry? Want to go get some? I'll buy." Grin. Dima was positive gaining another servant would alleviate every bit of the nonexistent mortification he was experiencing after that speech... even if he had to purchase a cheeseburger. It was a horrifying thought, really.
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