Originally Posted by Charely Potter

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

"Kurumi Rasting, head fertility specialist at the Galloway Rehabilitation Reserve," she greeted them both with a smile. "Looks like my focus will be on that mother-to-be." She paused to slip on a pair of her think gloves. "I don't meant to be rude ... Ms. Tomás ...I only just overheard you saying you were a foreign relations officer...but have you fireproofed your clothes yet? Or a pair of proper gloves?" If not, Kurumi always carried around a spare or two just in case that she could lend.

The other man she thought she may have seen during one of the previous missions elsewhere. Kurumi had not been present for all of them, her father's rehabilitation had required her attention...as had the recovery of her daughter from her term at Hogwarts, but there was a certain familiarity.
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Still, the Polish dragonologist was a little tired on his feet working overtime in tracking and tracing all these dragons for the past several months since these Neo Alliance kretyni had wrecked havoc on the world...so he would be glad when today was over and done, dragons accounted for, and he could just lay in bed on his magnificent new mattress that his Star Stuff had picked out for his man cave. Though it was a little less a man cave now. Modestly a man cave. His golden retriever was the true owner of the flat anyway and she ran a tight ship.
Pausing to scratch his side, the remnants of some potent dittany based stitching agitated his skin a bit, he surveyed the scene and found his bright blues lingering on the dragon looking out at the seafood buffet before him.

Originally Posted by Stefan

Maybe he should've bribed his Healers to keep him in the hospital for longer, yes? Dragons, and creatures in general were fun and exciting, but one legwork after another, despite his new set of hips, was just not his cup of tea. Apparently though, everyone in the Ministry and outside it have been busy post-war, and he was no exception. He was lucky to have Aramis on hand to help him out at the Grove with the rest of his employees, but to deal with full-grown dragons... four of it, by the way, was a different story altogether. As a Magizoologist, this was rather exciting. As an old grumpy enforcement officer of the Ministry, this was maddening; it wasn't just legwork... it also meant government paperwork. It was as if they don't have enough of that already.

Arriving at the destination, Albert joined the forming group giving Aurora and Georgia Templeton a nod of hello, and to Patterson who seemed... rather excited. Good. He will be needing the energy. "Albert Morgenstern, Head of the MC Enforcement Division." And no, Dragonology wasn't his speciality, however, he was on board this mission to make sure that the retrieval process was within the laws of the MC Department and of the ICW. That was his job, after all. "And this is..."
"Mordred Mordaunt, Dragonologist." the man appeared just behind Albert, offering his short and sweet introduction to the formed group eyeing them one by one with his ever intense gaze. The dragonologist did not plan to be present in the said mission, but because the call was made to virtually all the keepers of Reserves, he simply could not turn a blind eye. The Society of Dragonologists UK has been buzzing with reports lately, and he'd been lucky to miss some of those missions, until today. Mordred would rather be at home resting and recuperating and just... be left alone for once while three of his kids are in Hogwarts. However, duty calls, and he cannot let Albert down. He's got a family name to uphold.
His eyes then finally landed on Kurumi HollingberryRasting, one of the members of the infamous Toot Team under WWW. She still looked the same, surprisingly, but her presence was not totally a surprise. In fact, Mordred expected her to be there, as well as Ella. "Kurumi," a nod of hello was given to the former Gryffindor Cookie Girl, then turned his gaze towards the four dragons in question.
With his arms crossed in thought, he didn't realize that his expression turned from nonchalance to brooding as he recalled what his twins had witnessed and endured back in their school "field trip". The children were used as pawns, and pitted against their survival. It was a good thing that his own children were well-versed in dragons, however, it did not in any way ensured their safety.
Mordred let out a long sigh and shuffled a few paces away from the group to get a better look at the dragons. Looking at them brought peace to the man, believe it or not.