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Shanners · 08-20-2020, 04:22 PM

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Originally Posted by Zoe

Even though he had been working for the British Ministry of Magic for a number of years now, Dante couldn't remember the last time he had been in the department head's office ... or if he had ever gone inside it to begin with. True to his nature, he mainly kept to his desk or was out in the field taking care of his memory-wiping assignments. It was something he was quite used to, his current position something he had been satisfied with over the last few years. That was until the old Zabini ways kicked in; settling was not an option in a world of opportunity and advancement.

The Frenchman paused for a moment once he was standing a short distance away from the office door. Though he always made it a point to look prim and proper, he was even more intentional about it today. A hand adjusted his tie ever so slightly to make it perfectly straight, and then he made sure there weren't any wrinkles in his suit jacket.

Satisfied, he stepped closer to the door and knocked on it with his left hand three times. After making his presence known, Dante took a few steps back to await an invitation to enter the office.

Checking the watch on her wrist, she was confronted with that it wasn't the time for her scheduled meeting. Which meant it was either a problem or a social call. Neither of which she wanted to deal with. And even worse... if it was James. With a wave of her hand, the door opened to reveal her sat at her desk and she managed a smile.

Dante never gave her too much trouble. And he wasn't the type to stop by her office for a social call and he usually handled problems by himself or with another colleague. So, hopefully, she could get this whole thing over and done with quickly. "Come in, Dante. You're lucky I just got myself a coffee. Your empty hands are disappointing."

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Zoe Even though he had been working for the British Ministry of Magic for a number of years now, Dante couldn't remember the last time he had been in the department head's office ... or if he had ever gone inside it to begin with. True to his nature, he mainly kept to his desk or was out in the field taking care of his memory-wiping assignments. It was something he was quite used to, his current position something he had been satisfied with over the last few years. That was until the old Zabini ways kicked in; settling was not an option in a world of opportunity and advancement. The Frenchman paused for a moment once he was standing a short distance away from the office door. Though he always made it a point to look prim and proper, he was even more intentional about it today. A hand adjusted his tie ever so slightly to make it perfectly straight, and then he made sure there weren't any wrinkles in his suit jacket. Satisfied, he stepped closer to the door and knocked on it with his left hand three times. After making his presence known, Dante took a few steps back to await an invitation to enter the office. Checking the watch on her wrist, she was confronted with that it wasn't the time for her scheduled meeting. Which meant it was either a problem or a social call. Neither of which she wanted to deal with. And even worse... if it was James. With a wave of her hand, the door opened to reveal her sat at her desk and she managed a smile. Dante never gave her too much trouble. And he wasn't the type to stop by her office for a social call and he usually handled problems by himself or with another colleague. So, hopefully, she could get this whole thing over and done with quickly. "Come in, Dante. You're lucky I just got myself a coffee. Your empty hands are disappointing." __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________