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Krel Ansell · 09-03-2020, 10:18 PM

Text Cut: Tomasz

If a free cup of coffee was generous, well, then Valentin was a saint. The idea, made him chortle. The man didn’t often treat others to things nor was he often even nice to other people…unless that someone was Alba. And speaking of, he hadn’t seen her in a while. He should really go pop into Level 1 to see if she was available for dinner sometime this week. ”Hmm?” he asked. Oh work…what did Valentin do around here? Snort. Didn’t his accent give him away? No, probably not. He’d come across a lot of international wizards working for the British Ministry lately. ” Diplomat en residance for Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France.” Pause. ” Level five,” he added just in case his answer wasn’t clear.

” Ah, ant what do you do when you are stashe-oned en le citay?” If he was one of the law enforcement peoples that looked into the black market, the man might be a valuable contact for the next time he had to worry about illegal exports of Wood Nymphs. It tended to happen closer to the winter holidays as people liked to use them for decorations, but sometimes, people thought they made interesting pets. They didn’t. In fact, most people didn’t realize they were quite like bowtruckles and preferred to be left alone to guard their habitats.

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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) Text Cut: Tomasz Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Tomasz laughed though he did not pick up on the sarcasm. This was also a struggle not particular to a day without sleep. He struggled as he attempted to focus all physical coordination efforts on the balancing act that was holding coffee cup and rummaging through wallet. It did not help that he kept forgetting how much it had cost. There were too many moving parts and he did not have mental capacity at the moment. "Yy," he looked up, a little embarrassed. "That is very kind of you. You are generous. Thank you." He bowed his head, feeling some sort of way about accepting the coffee, but thinking it too rude to insist now. He looked down at the cup, the smell of chocolate was very strong. "Yyy... Not always," he shook his head. "Sometimes I am on other levels. Sometimes I am in the city." Being stationed near Diagon Alley was the most enjoyable. Being outside, getting fresh air. He liked those shifts the most. The atrium was also nice. He could see many people. Getting his fix of conversation was lucky. "Where are you working?" He asked, feeling too guilty to excuse himself now that the man had paid for his drink. If a free cup of coffee was generous, well, then Valentin was a saint. The idea, made him chortle. The man didn’t often treat others to things nor was he often even nice to other people…unless that someone was Alba. And speaking of, he hadn’t seen her in a while. He should really go pop into Level 1 to see if she was available for dinner sometime this week. ”Hmm?” he asked. Oh work…what did Valentin do around here? Snort. Didn’t his accent give him away? No, probably not. He’d come across a lot of international wizards working for the British Ministry lately. ” Diplomat en residance for Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France.” Pause. ” Level five,” he added just in case his answer wasn’t clear. ” Ah, ant what do you do when you are stashe-oned en le citay?” If he was one of the law enforcement peoples that looked into the black market, the man might be a valuable contact for the next time he had to worry about illegal exports of Wood Nymphs. It tended to happen closer to the winter holidays as people liked to use them for decorations, but sometimes, people thought they made interesting pets. They didn’t. In fact, most people didn’t realize they were quite like bowtruckles and preferred to be left alone to guard their habitats. __________________