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Angie · 03-12-2011, 01:16 AM

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Originally Posted by SilverTiger

A bit of sympathy came through Dorian as the next in line looked over with a bright red face. He'd caught the murmured "excuse-me's" while the line had been moving, but he chose to use not saying anything as a way to ease the man's embarrassment. "Of course," he said simply, glancing down at the list and crossing the name off. "It seems several of your fellow Prophet-ers have already arrived, Mr. Howe," he observed, before reaching for a t-shirt. "So I'll just hand off this and let you head in there to join them." And he waved him in. This many members of the press, on top of Ministry, shopkeepers and Hogwarts delegates in one area, none of it boded well.

Ye Gods! What a horrid little shirt! Marshall's brown eyebrows raised at the piece of cloth, and suppressed a snort. "Thank you, much... appreciated," Murmured the man as he took the shirt, amusement dancing on his dull green eyes. Previous moment of embarrassment forgotten, Howe nodded politely at the tall, security man and made his way towards the designated seats for members of the press.

03-12-2011, 01:16 AM	#139 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by SilverTiger A bit of sympathy came through Dorian as the next in line looked over with a bright red face. He'd caught the murmured "excuse-me's" while the line had been moving, but he chose to use not saying anything as a way to ease the man's embarrassment. "Of course," he said simply, glancing down at the list and crossing the name off. "It seems several of your fellow Prophet-ers have already arrived, Mr. Howe," he observed, before reaching for a t-shirt. "So I'll just hand off this and let you head in there to join them." And he waved him in. This many members of the press, on top of Ministry, shopkeepers and Hogwarts delegates in one area, none of it boded well. Ye Gods! What a horrid little shirt! Marshall's brown eyebrows raised at the piece of cloth, and suppressed a snort. "Thank you, much... appreciated," Murmured the man as he took the shirt, amusement dancing on his dull green eyes. Previous moment of embarrassment forgotten, Howe nodded politely at the tall, security man and made his way towards the designated seats for members of the press. __________________