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Phoenix Marchbanks
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
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Wiley Whittebrook
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SPOILER!!: Emily and Cynthia Quote:
Originally Posted by Hera 
Grace under fire...
That was one way of looking at it. Emily could see how it seemed that way, so she couldn't argue against it, but it wasn't something she would openly want or need to acknowledge. She just did what she did best, she got on with things. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Indulging in a bit more cinnamon scroll - pausing between small bites to suck the sugar off her fingers, Emily nod her head. Yeah. Grace, under fire, all that jazz.
"When it's called for, we do what's necessary to progress." Unless your fight or flight reflex was broken and you were the type to opt to flee, then no, hardly progressive. But those were minor details and completely irrelevant to her.
In the silence that followed, Emily contentedly finished off her scroll, washing it down with a bit more latte before engaging with her company again. Solitude was still her preference, even if people were somewhat more tolerable. Mariel of course, was different to people in general. School, Quidditch and now work was seeing to that. No complaints here but...
Newbies...
This newbie still had her attention. It was a little uncouth of her to simply make herself welcome at their table. Emily herself had at least had the decency to ask if the seat was available. Not simply helping herself to it like this one had.
Being new, was hardly an excuse for her behaviour... but it was done now, so she would live.
Mariel seemed more the conversationalist in the group, and Emily was more than happy to let them do the talking while she sat and watched and perhaps pretended for a moment that she was sociable. Sitting with people counted, right? Maybe. It was only after a short moment that she figured she could make an effort.
"We're dealing..." was her contribution. Not seeing any need to elaborate on the fact, or discuss locations, nope. No need for details. But indeeedddd, how were IMC holding up? Emily leaned forward in her seat, a hand cradling what was left of her latte.
Quote:
Originally Posted by HogwartsStudent11 "Oh, well it seems better than yours. Nice offices, but it's a bit risky, what with having to share them with muggles." Cynthia couldn't believe the other places the Ministry had set up. A haunted asylum? No, thank you! She supposed she was lucky. "We've had a few, ah, close calls." Muggles tended to wander where magic could be uncovered. They were bound to notice something fishy.
Cynthia now thought maybe she wasn't welcome, especially to Emily, yet her curiosity still urged her on. She began, "Oh, that's good." The other witch didn't seem to provide much, so why should she? "So are we, as far as I can tell. We're working hard, but getting anywhere? Not quite yet..."
She chomped on her tuna sandwich with determination. Surely she could get something out of these women. Mariel seemed the more likely choice. They were both Heads, so they would know things Cynthia wouldn't. Finished with her tuna croissant, Mariel allowed her eyes to rest for a moment on Emily's cinnamon scroll as she picked it apart before glancing up at her again with a light smile. "Are the pastries good here? Was thinking about picking some up to take home.." And as it was her first time here, she could use a recommendation. Not that she knew if Emily had been here before or not, but at least she could tell her if those cinnamon things were any good.
Do what's necessary. Yes, Mariel thought that would be an accurate view on leadership, especially in their current state, she thought as she took another long, contemplative sip of her latte. "Certainly.." she said, slowly nodding, her thoughts drifting a bit. "Don't be so modest though, it takes a certain type of person to step into that role," she added with a small smile, allowing her green eyes to drift back to the woman sitting across from her. Give credit where it's due, and take it also. And though she would have loved to indulge her fellow Department Head in more conversation of the sort, she was reluctant to expand much more on the topic, not knowing their present company at all.
Look at what she was reduced to. Small talk and cautious conversation. It was hard not to feel a twinge of resentment for the awkwardness that was now present, though she supposed that she could just get up and leave if she wanted to. But it was her lunch break after all and she wasn't exactly ready to head back. Shame really, because she enjoyed Emily's company and actually wanted to bend her ear a bit about Department Head things, finding it lucky they had bumped into each other today. Another time though. Besides.. Mariel had manners.. she would use them unless pushed too far. She wasn't willing to just be rude to anyone new, trying to find a way to fit in.
Though the more this Cynthia talked, Mariel couldn't help but to feel a nagging thought at the back of her head. Could be just normal small talk, trying to be friendly and meet some people in the community though the brunette had found it odd that she had zeroed in on them both. She felt she had covered all she was willing with the current state of the Ministry. It was interesting to know what others thought of their own locations though, not that their challenges seemed to be all that different than her own in one way or another.
Mariel nodded lightly as the IMC woman spoke, though her green eyes soon snapped to her face as she gave her a warning look. Did she just use the word muggle.. in a muggle establishment? "I'd watch my wording if I were you," she said keeping her tone low and level. No, she wasn't one of hers, though she might consider herself lucky not to be. It really would not do any of them well to draw unwanted attention. She finished the last of her latte. Did she want another was the question, though she glanced at Cynthia again. Disgruntled by her situation? She couldn't quite tell, though it was something for everyone to manage, wasn't it? "Close calls..?" she started lightly, quite curious on that point though.
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