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Krel Ansell · 08-15-2019, 02:21 PM

Text Cut: Kat

Vale’s hand instinctively reached out to steady the female who had bumped into him. ”Reste là bas – steady on there," he said, offering what he hoped was charming and comforting smile, while his mind was trying to figure out what exactly had these people all been doing?

Text Cut: Olly

Vale pulled his hand back holding both hands up near his head in the universal sign for not meaning any harm. He had merely been trying to help. Apparently his help was not appreciated. ”Pardonne-moi,” he said simply. He kept his mouth shut, despite the urge to add that he had just been trying to help. He tried to remind himself that she, whoever she was, was probably not upset with him so much as…whatever was going on…right?

Text Cut: Minister

Valentine had been about to turn away and go back to the cart for his cappuccino, leaving the ministry workers to work through whatever this was when a) the Minster himself arrived and b) an employee started spilling her guts about the events. Valentine wasn’t dumb and he sure wasn’t about to wander away from what appeared to be very interesting information.

Ropes…bubble head charms…things grabbing at them…grounds? Where exactly had these people gone? What had they done? What had the British Ministry done now? He wondered if there was anything he should be concerned about? Anything he should report back to his superiors in France. He glanced around at the ragged group, thinking about how they all looked like they could use a drink. His attention was brought back to the Minister as a corporal patronus shot off in a streak of silver-light.

And then, the Minister was….was he – dismissing him?! Valentine raised a well groomed eyebrow at the man, clearly not afraid to show his displeasure to the man. He glanced down at his wristwatch and noted he still had about 20 minutes before he was supposed to meet with Monsieur Phora and his new rep. But Valentine was no fool and clearly he was being repudiated. Making a sweeping bow, both hands out, Vale said, ”As you wish Ministre.” He was apparently not going to get that cappuccino. Very well, office sludge it was. He tried not to make a face as he walked off.

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Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	The Group ^_^ randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Kat Quote: Originally Posted by Kimothy […]The moment she felt her feet hit the ground, Kat nearly stumbled onto the person (Valentin) whom she was sure wasn't a member of their department. "Sorry, sorry..." the blond retaliated, offering a quick forced smile at the French man. She could probably use some rest. Just like Olly, Kat's head was spinning. She would have been courteous if it weren't for the mist.[...] Vale’s hand instinctively reached out to steady the female who had bumped into him. ”Reste là bas – steady on there," he said, offering what he hoped was charming and comforting smile, while his mind was trying to figure out what exactly had these people all been doing? Text Cut: Olly Quote: Originally Posted by Lislchen *"DON'T!"* Olly flinched and took a few hurried steps away from the man (Valentin) when he touched her elbow. She didn't like to be touched unexpectedly by people she didn't know on a regular day. And she most definitely didn't like it right now. Not after everything they'd just gone through. […] Vale pulled his hand back holding both hands up near his head in the universal sign for not meaning any harm. He had merely been trying to help. Apparently his help was not appreciated. ”Pardonne-moi,” he said simply. He kept his mouth shut, despite the urge to add that he had just been trying to help. He tried to remind himself that she, whoever she was, was probably not upset with him so much as…whatever was going on…right? Text Cut: Minister Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie […] "I need a full report on my desk as soon as the healers have cleared you," he reiterated, his brilliant blues circling around to each of the DERP employees and...falling on one of the French ambassadors? ...he would deal with that in a moment. Though that really went without saying. Flourishing his wand, Charles produced a silvery opossum from the tip of his wand that went immediately scampering off towards St. Mungo's - no time to waste in going through the systematic hierarchy of using the on-call phone at the healer station. They owed him a personal favor anyway. "Monsieur Roux, if you would please make your way to level 5. I am sure they are waiting your arrival there." Here was not where his assistance was required. "Ol---" Just as he was about to rattle off a few more instructions, the persistent little note that had been following him and his pacing around managed to flutter right in front of the Minister's face and folded neatly over his nose and eyes like a blindfold. Valentine had been about to turn away and go back to the cart for his cappuccino, leaving the ministry workers to work through whatever this was when a) the Minster himself arrived and b) an employee started spilling her guts about the events. Valentine wasn’t dumb and he sure wasn’t about to wander away from what appeared to be very interesting information. Ropes…bubble head charms…things grabbing at them…grounds? Where exactly had these people gone? What had they done? What had the British Ministry done now? He wondered if there was anything he should be concerned about? Anything he should report back to his superiors in France. He glanced around at the ragged group, thinking about how they all looked like they could use a drink. His attention was brought back to the Minister as a corporal patronus shot off in a streak of silver-light. And then, the Minister was….was he – dismissing him?! Valentine raised a well groomed eyebrow at the man, clearly not afraid to show his displeasure to the man. He glanced down at his wristwatch and noted he still had about 20 minutes before he was supposed to meet with Monsieur Phora and his new rep. But Valentine was no fool and clearly he was being repudiated. Making a sweeping bow, both hands out, Vale said, ”As you wish Ministre.” He was apparently not going to get that cappuccino. Very well, office sludge it was. He tried not to make a face as he walked off. __________________