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Taking an excuse from his wife, Brian appeared on the spot just to see how thing are going on. He had tobe here and there, just incase if his staffs need any help or assistance. Walking around the place, Brian saw Chris and Numble were busy in their work. Beaming slightly he took a curious glance around the place with his hands in his pockets. |
Reagan had been anxious to try out these new PFFs that one of her employees had developed. A genius idea! And it worked perfectly, securely bringing Minister Taylor to the special location for all VIP travelers. She brushed off her traveling cloak and stepped forward to glance around the location. She glanced to see if any of her department heads were present in the nearby vicinity and spotted the retreating figure of her Senior Undersecretary. She'd have to meet up with Bella later. Oh! There's the American Minister for Magic. Shoulders back and a welcoming smile upon her face, Reagan approached the woman with her hand extended, "Hello Minister Road. So very nice to see you again. Thank you for joining us for this momentous occasion!" |
Blah. He couldn't believe he let Reagan talk him into using these...new inventions. Silly english people. He only started to breathe easily again when he stepped out of the fireplace, in one whole piece. He paused for a moment to brush any soot off his travelling cloak and then looked up to notice that Reagan was off, doing her Minister-socializing thing. He grinned gently, and slowly walked towards where she was, not really wanting to accidentally intrude on the conversation between the two ladies. |
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Oh! And there's Chad... she'd have to catch up with him when she finished with Minister Road. At least they'd have some time to hang out during the match. After all, she had invited all of her department heads to sit with her in the Top Box, though some seemed to prefer sitting somewhere else, perhaps to accommodate more of their friends and family. But Chad and Bella would be there, at the very least, and they made the best company. |
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Stopping just a little off of where Reagan and the other Minister was, Chad turned at the sound of someone talking to him. "Oh, yes, security," he smiled gently, reaching into the pocket of his cloak, pulling out his ID badge. "Here you go, Monsieur." |
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Chad blinked. Did his ID badge not state his name...or department? Even if he was a Chad impostor, one would think that a perpetrator would take the time to learn simple things like department and name. Oh well, they were security. "Chad Luthien Stryker. Department Head for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Blah. Such a mouthful. |
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"You should learn your biology, monsieur. It does not make you look good to be referring to the most powerful woman in England as a 'sir'," he spoke, a bit of a glare thrown in. "And to think, you are the ones letting in the most famous people in the world..." Quote:
"I am Chad Stryker," he answered, a little delayed, but regardless. He quickly stepped into the swing of it all and smile his usual smile. "I'd be honoured to escort you around Madame Road. Do you know where your campsite is set up?" |
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"Uhmm, let us not show your husband pictures of us," Chad smiled, eyebrows raised a little. He truly did not need the husband of a Minister breathing down his neck. "You do not know where to go? Well then, why don't we go and find out together? Perhaps Mademoiselle Taylor would like to come with us? I do have two arms," he smirked, eyes glancing towards Reagan now, in an ALMOST pleading manner. |
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She smiled at Chad's gentlemanlyness what with asking the other minister to come along... "Nao Mistah Strykah, you must know how beeseh the Brittish Ministah is... She'll catch up... won't you darlin?" She said dragging him off... "Where to Doll Face?" |
British accent? HOLD the fort! "Err, excuse-moi, Madame," he coughed gently, "I am not British..I am Francais. French...I just work in England." Wait. What was this talk about baking him..and then EATING HIM? Now he understood why he never stepped a foot into America. Weirdos, they were. "I...I guess she could catch up," he started, but he quickly felt himself being pulled away by Road. Away from Reagan; the reason why he was here! He quickly through her a look as if to say 'CATCHUPQUICKLY' and then co-operated with Road and allowed her to guide him. "We may as well head over to where the good land is," he nodded. "It is the only logical place I would think that Ministers were positioned." |
Benjamin was standing and guarding over the VIP's when he looked over to the apparation and portkeys to see his sister and nephew flailing his arms. A smile appeared on his face as he turned to Numble. "Numble, it seems as though you have everything under control right now. my sister and nephew have just arrived and I'm going to go over to them for a few to say hi to them. Okay?" He nodded once more and turned towards his family. |
Antoni had just arrived and was flattening her short cropped hair as she approached security."Hello, Antoni Dacosta, Magical Law Enforcement.Hows it going guys?" She said as she reached one of the security personnel, showing him her ministry badge. |
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"Oh my god that is insane!!!!" Aaron said excitedly, until he was being introduced to someone. "Oh! How do ya do?" he said kindly. He looked up at his uncle Ben to show how excited he was. |
Jacob made his way over to the Special Floo entrance. He poked his head around, and, spotting a security employee, approached cautiously. He didn’t want to get kicked out before he could do his job. “Jacob Webster, Division Head of British Seats,” he said confidently, holding out his ID. It was all he could not to bounce with excitement. Foreign ministry heads! And his Division got to welcome them to good old England! “Myself and several employees from the British Seats division of Level Five – they should arrive shortly – have been assigned to greet the foreign Ministers as they arrive,” Jacob explained. “I figured you’d like to know we’ll be running around – we’ll try not to get under your feet.” Nearly forgetting something, Jacob snapped his fingers. “Have any of the foreign Ministers arrived yet?” |
OOC: For my MLES guys and anyone else rping with Warren. Warren will be in black. Miles will be in red After throwing in the gagtastical (a Mileseque word :shifty:) Floo powder that his father had insisted on using he said the words precisely and was transported swiftly...into another fireplace...how...boring. He would have much rather gone by broom. Or even Portkey those were just awesome. But nooooooooooo. "For your own good you need to go this way. Your mother will not be happy with me if you get lost. And Bothari's coming with you." The famous last words his father had said before Miles headed off before Fia and Bothari. Stepping out he looked around wide eyed. This was just so...awesome. His dad had to have used some of his pull to get them tickets. But why his oversized babysitter had to come was beyond him. It can't be that bad. He was sure that Lord Miles would live to see another day. Sporting all the Australian colours he could find at the Quidditch shop just to annoy Fia he grinned and waited for her to show up and a huge grin on his face. He had a surprise for her. |
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