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sweetpinkpixie · 02-23-2019, 09:44 AM

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Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower

It was early still, lunch time to be exact and Dieter was doing some exploring, getting in some much needed extra steps. You see, he was afraid that a gut was starting to form... or at least become a more permanent fixture on his tummy. Why did Butterbeer and Firewhiskey and every liquor have to taste so good? Merlin.

He'd wandered a little too far down the rabbit hole, nearly to the end, really, as it didn't get much lower than the Department of Mysteries. He lingered a moment, wondering if Cox was around, if he'd catch that stupid stoic look of his. But it didn't seem likely as it was... kind of quiet. Weird.

Anyway, he turned around to head back upstairs, mentally talking his body out of sweating.

Her sessions with the Hall of Prophecy were never easy and she always left feeling exhausted - mentally, physically, emotionally. Today was no different, but unlike other days she did not take the lifts back to the Atrium. At least not yet. Since her morning physical therapy session had overlapped with times, she had had to cancel her visit to St. Mungo's today. It was a bittersweet sort of feeling, the strengthening days were always the most rigorous ones on her body and she tended to dread going in knowing the sort of physical exertion she was in store for. Stronger as she got every time aside, that is. But there were other reasons, ones that had her cheeks a healthy rosy hue as she took the stairs to at least get so far as level 7 before switching to the lifts. That could count as her strength exercises for the day and surely Arthur would be satisfied that she had taken some initiative on her own.

However, it was just as she turned a bend that she saw him in profile - more than long enough to know who she was presently sharing a stairwell with. "Dieter," she called gently, biting her lip shyly in anticipation of him turning around and seeing that she was not only standing, but also walking.

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