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Krel Ansell · 02-18-2020, 10:44 PM

Conley stood with his back against the wall slowly sipping a cup of tea as he watched the spectacle. He had, of course, chosen a spot that allowed him to see the entire room and gave absolutely no-one the ability to sneak up behind him. Was he being ridiculously paranoid? Absolutely. If you looked directly at him, was he a bit jittery looking? Definitely. Could one chalk it up to too much caffeine? Possibly.

Getting him to participate in an events would require adult drinks. Not because he required liquid courage in order to get up in front of people and sing, but because it was getting up in front of his peers and underlings. Alas…Conley wasn’t partaking of such beverages. He usually only indulged in a glass (maybe two) when at work function. But with the way he had been feeling lately, there was no way he was mixing alcohol with his nerves. Instead, he sipped his tea, wishing desperately that Sachin was with him. Lately his fiancé was the only one who made him feel less apprehensive.

Unlike himself, it appeared that a few people were having fun. The Minister of course was in his element. A few of the Ministry leaders were lingering around too. His eyes fell on them, wondering if they too were feeling a bit…twitchy. January who happened to be nearby looked about as happy as ever. He didn’t see anyone from his department, but that didn’t surprise him. Not with the news that had been coming in from various parts of the wizarding community. Nope, he was content to stay near the wall and just people watch.

~~*~~

Did the Ministry seriously throw a party every year? No wonder nothing ever got fixed around here.

The only reason Valentin had come to one of these last year, was because it had been a big gala. Galas meant dancing. Food. Wine. Dancing….

And this meant – what exactly? He turned to Alba who had somehow talked him into accompanying her to the party. He still hadn’t figured out what sort of spell the young lady had woven over him to make him so…accommodating. ”Singing? You did not sai anytheng abut singing…” he began to turn around and walk out of the coffee shop.

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Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Conley stood with his back against the wall slowly sipping a cup of tea as he watched the spectacle. He had, of course, chosen a spot that allowed him to see the entire room and gave absolutely no-one the ability to sneak up behind him. Was he being ridiculously paranoid? Absolutely. If you looked directly at him, was he a bit jittery looking? Definitely. Could one chalk it up to too much caffeine? Possibly. Getting him to participate in an events would require adult drinks. Not because he required liquid courage in order to get up in front of people and sing, but because it was getting up in front of his peers and underlings. Alas…Conley wasn’t partaking of such beverages. He usually only indulged in a glass (maybe two) when at work function. But with the way he had been feeling lately, there was no way he was mixing alcohol with his nerves. Instead, he sipped his tea, wishing desperately that Sachin was with him. Lately his fiancé was the only one who made him feel less apprehensive. Unlike himself, it appeared that a few people were having fun. The Minister of course was in his element. A few of the Ministry leaders were lingering around too. His eyes fell on them, wondering if they too were feeling a bit…twitchy. January who happened to be nearby looked about as happy as ever. He didn’t see anyone from his department, but that didn’t surprise him. Not with the news that had been coming in from various parts of the wizarding community. Nope, he was content to stay near the wall and just people watch. ~~~~ Did the Ministry seriously throw a party every year? No wonder nothing ever got fixed around here. The only reason Valentin had come to one of these last year, was because it had been a big gala. Galas meant dancing. Food. Wine. Dancing…. And this meant – what exactly? He turned to Alba who had somehow talked him into accompanying her to the party. He still hadn’t figured out what sort of spell the young lady had woven over him to make him so…accommodating. ”Singing? You did not sai anytheng abut singing…”* he began to turn around and walk out of the coffee shop. __________________