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Old 02-21-2020, 10:22 AM   #30 (permalink)
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Social gatherings were not Gaston’s cup of tea, but he was here, more out of obligation than anything else. Skipping a work-related function would look bad, and he didn’t think he could handle the heartache of losing his job… not again! The blue-eyed Frenchman was lost in thought as he entered the underground coffee club. Had it really been almost four years since he left Hogwarts? The goodbyes were still as fresh in his mind as if they’d just happened. I guess time flies when you’re stuck in the past, he thought sadly.

If there was any silver lining to be found in leaving Hogwarts - and admittedly, it was a small one - it was that it finally gave him the courage to overcome his stagefright and take up performing as a side hobby. Music had been his emotional outlet since he could remember, but up until then, he’d shied away from the spotlight. As a founding member and original drummer for WerewolfSnout, he’d performed with his band on occasion and wrote (or at least had a hand in writing) the bulk of their songs, but after he left Hogwarts, he found his songs too deeply personal to be performed by anyone else. They were his parting words to the children he left behind.

As such, there was no way he could not sing tonight… if he found the right song, that is. It had to be something that matched his mood, or what was the point in performing? He perused the song options for something fitting, preferably one of his own songs… though he doubted he’d find anything. WerewolfSnout was bigger in France than in the UK, so it was possible no one here would’ve heard of them. Oh well, he supposed he could always cover a muggle song if something resonated with him. Eyes scanning the list, he eventually found the perfect song choice and wrote his name down.

He stood off to the side, watching the party unfold around him as he waited for his turn to take the stage. IN the meantime, he helped himself to a cup of coffee.



Hector Velez did not sing! He sounded like a dying kneazle when he tried, and let’s be honest, nobody here wanted to listen to that. Rather than subject his poor coworkers to that kind of noise pollution, the DIMC’s liaison to the press was here to work. He wouldn’t say no to a cup of hot chocolate, though.

Cup in hand, the dark-haired man weaved through the crowd, rummaging one-handed through his bag for his pen and notepad. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled as his bag swung back and hit… something, Or someone. He didn’t look back long enough to see. He stood off to the side, pushing his black Buddy Holly glasses farther up the bridge of his nose as his eyes scanned the room for anyone who looked like they might be press. It never hurt to be prepared, right?
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