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D.A Forever · 09-02-2013, 06:04 PM

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Originally Posted by KokoBandit

Was he positive? Charles searched his memory, and distinctly remembered seeing the letters CMEC on her ID. But in what context, he was unsure. He nodded his head and his expression lit up when the lady seemed to have made a guess as to who his mystery woman was.

"My name," he repeated, and for a moment had to think about it, as though he wasn't prepared for that question. "Charles Barlowe. B-A-R-L-O-W-E," he spelled, the Irish name sometimes tripping people up. He had dealt with that his whole life, and always had to spell it out for people. "Regulation of Magical Creatures. Level -- Four." He supplied the information with minimal difficulty, seeming distracted and excited at the same time.

"Thank you kindly," he added with no small amount of gratitude.

Yes, his name.

Rosaline waited patiently, digging through and around Muriel's desk. Every so often, her head would lift and she'd glance around at either end of the lobby before deciding Muriel hadn't returned and she wouldn't get an ear-full for snooping through her desk.

Aha! Parchment!

Tearing off a small scrap piece, Rosa continued on her search for a quill until she located one, and nodded at the man.

"I would have left the E off." The redhead remarked, busy writing something down on the parchment, "Level four? A good friend of mine works with you." Or maybe not with him, but something like that.

Tossing the quill back where she'd found it, Rosaline folded up the note and removed her wand, casting a charm on it. She watched it sprout wings and fly away, before turning her attention back toward the man.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Barlowe."

09-02-2013, 06:04 PM	#326 (permalink)
D.A Forever DMC & SA Banshee Join Date: Aug 2006 Posts: 50,187 x2 x3	Fortress of Brilliance ღ Mommy Quad Quote: Originally Posted by KokoBandit Was he positive? Charles searched his memory, and distinctly remembered seeing the letters CMEC on her ID. But in what context, he was unsure. He nodded his head and his expression lit up when the lady seemed to have made a guess as to who his mystery woman was. "My name," he repeated, and for a moment had to think about it, as though he wasn't prepared for that question. "Charles Barlowe. B-A-R-L-O-W-E," he spelled, the Irish name sometimes tripping people up. He had dealt with that his whole life, and always had to spell it out for people. "Regulation of Magical Creatures. Level -- Four." He supplied the information with minimal difficulty, seeming distracted and excited at the same time. "Thank you kindly," he added with no small amount of gratitude. Yes, his name. Rosaline waited patiently, digging through and around Muriel's desk. Every so often, her head would lift and she'd glance around at either end of the lobby before deciding Muriel hadn't returned and she wouldn't get an ear-full for snooping through her desk. Aha! Parchment! Tearing off a small scrap piece, Rosa continued on her search for a quill until she located one, and nodded at the man. "I would have left the E off." The redhead remarked, busy writing something down on the parchment, "Level four? A good friend of mine works with you." Or maybe not with him, but something like that. Tossing the quill back where she'd found it, Rosaline folded up the note and removed her wand, casting a charm on it. She watched it sprout wings and fly away, before turning her attention back toward the man. "You're very welcome, Mr. Barlowe." __________________ Dream. Try. Do Good. I love you all, Class dismissed.