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There was no need for hot chocolate and furthermore, if Charles Hollingberry so much as even grazed a finger along James’ cheek, the former Department Head would surely detonate. Why was the Minister ??? still ??? talking??? Could the man not take a hint?? He was not needed in here, dammit! James Draper was trying VERY hard not to pay any attention to him, and yet there was a very particular vein threatening to pop out of James' forehead. That and the twitchy lip was back in action.
It was funny what was taking place within this office. Charles Hollingberry, Minister for Magic, addressing James Draper and Eliora Dodderidge. Eliora Dodderidge who was avoiding eye contact with both men and James Draper who had his entire body turned away from the Minister as if not seeing the man meant that the man was not there in the first place. And yet no one seemed to be enjoying themselves more than Charles. In fact, James was the opposite of enjoying himself.
...... James never begged and yet here he was, silently pleading that Eliora looked up at him. Until she did. Even if only for a moment. That second is all he needed, however, because that second said many things.
And then, not even a minute later, so did she.
James stood almost dumbfounded. If he wasn’t so aware of his own physical presence in the room, he might’ve let his jaw drop (but he didn’t). Instead, he stood there very much composed, though a small smile did start to play at his lips. Like a pepperup potion, E’s words did their magic almost immediately. His busted ego repaired itself as she spoke. His swagger returned (hallelujah)!
“You love me, huh?” He was going for a smirk, but in reality he was still very much wearing an eager, primary-school smile. Remember when he was mad? Because he wasn’t anymore. He was in love.
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