DoM & DMAC Billywig
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Originally Posted by Stefan Mordred leaned back on his chair as he placed his dark green coffee cup back on the table. The former Slytherin noted that some people would love to be in that place to relax, or get some more paper work done. Such people, he thought, just might be Slytherins from when they were students. The place resembled the dungeons, and eerily, its mysterious atmosphere. No wonder he liked his new discovery, except the mismatched chairs. Back in the day, they got black leather sofas, and exquisite arm chairs, of which, he could call his own until he got sent back to Durmstrang for his last year. "I honestly thought you were from A&C." he said coolly, giving the man a slight smirk. "Mysteries, yes?" Mordred never understood their level. They pretty much live up to their Department's name. With a nod, the dragonologist sat straight on his chair. "I don't come here often, but I just might." he said, leaning forward and offered his hand to the man, "Mordred Mordaunt, Dragonologist from Magical Creatures." he purposefully left the word 'junior' because he hated the title. It made him feel inferior. Not that his seniors, William and Tancred bullied him on a daily basis. They were in fact, great colleagues, of which he would like to become some day. It's just that, he doesn't feel a junior dragonologist anymore. With his recent record in the ministry, he ought to be at least in his senior level already. Thomas analysed the man in front of him discreetly as he spoke. Yes, he worked on A&C for sure. There were a few give aways for the experienced eye and nose. His hands and the subtle scent of animals, only detectable by the most well trained noses. Like his. Sixteen years on the job sure were worth it. And of course, but not relevant to his assessment, there was the subtle, barely noticeable accent that gave Thomas the indication that he worked, studied or lived abroad for a while, a year, maybe two? "Wouldn't mind, but I find what I do much more enticing to be honest" Thomas smirking back at him, playfully, taking another sip form his coffee. Thomas placed his mug again on the table and shook the hand that was being offered to him "Thomas Black, Unspeakable" . He rested back on his chair again. The place was quiet and serene, just like he enjoyed it. "You're welcome to come as many times as you like, I'd say. I'm just not used to see people in here. Most of my colleagues find it unsettling and totally not worth the risk. Some of these chairs have been the object of some nasty prank-spells." again, the image of glued bottoms and growing pork tails flooded his mind and even though he wanted to laugh at the sight, the work they had been through after, discovering who did it wasn't something he found humor in anymore. "So, Dragons... how's that like? They're magnificent creatures. My son is completely fascinated with them."
__________________ Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind. Don't you wonder what's inside?
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