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sweetpinkpixie · 06-22-2022, 02:22 PM

As Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry had arrived at Atlantis several hours before the event was set to begin. It had been a bit discombobulating at first and his almost boyish naivety and been a refreshing delight as well as humbling. To think, at his age, that the experience of going through one of those underwater tunnels at an aquarium would be comparable to being in Atlantis was quite laughable. He understood now why his daughter had laughed so robustly when he had said as much to her. She knew. She had been here during her Hogwarts days on a school excursion, though the circumstances were very different and rather than the merpeople accommodating for the air breathers...it had been the other way around.

Still, welcomed visitors...and Charles would be lying if he said he was not nervous about the evening. The was, truly, a monumental gesture and the word the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Ecological Restoration and Protection was a testament to that. None of this would have been possible without their tireless work in assisting the conversation - he hoped the heads and employees of these two departments knew this. If not, well, that was what Grandpa Hollingberry was for.

Being escorted by one of the mer-royals over to the refreshments, he found himself presented with a very...curious looking beverage that bubbled within its glass much like an underwater volcano...and had a rather unpleasant smell...before being left to his own devices and mingling. Though he had accepted it with a wide smile, the man had been holding on to it now...for nearly half an hour while he search within himself the courage to give it a taste - for diplomacy's sake, of course.

Perhaps he could find someone else to bottoms up with him...

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

This was it. A moment she had been working towards for years now was finally coming to fruition. Finally she could tell her avô that no there had not been too much sand in her truck and it had been just the right amount of sand from the get go. Avô was always leaning into traditional idioms whenever he attempted to bestow wisdom upon anyone. Sure, there had been that spell of a couple of weeks where she may have hardly slept a week and bitter expresso had become her companion, but she had made it. Sure, she was only at an entry level position within the Department of International Magical Cooperation now, but she had her rich brown eyes set on sights much higher and was determined to reach those peaks by next year. And she, Joana Veiga, was a very gifted rock climber.

But first...it was essential that she navigate tonight seamlessly. Which, well, perhaps she ought to have reconsidered her choice of companion...though she always did have a weak constitution for anyone's big ol' puppy dog eyes. So it was, after letting it slip over a Smoothie Sunday walk in the park, that she had invited her mentor turned friend to join her. It wasn't so much that his behavior on the submarine over had been embarrassing. Quite the opposite really. She had found it rather entertaining to see him getting all up in the faces of others with every color of question. It had been a mind-numbingly long trip down and at least Eros had kept things lively. She did hope, however, that he could keep some of his opinions to himself or at the very list a muffled whisper. Like...just please do not embarrass her tonight, okay?

Forgoing food and beverage for now, Joana twirled some of the silky strings typing her blouse and paused to watch the current mermish performance. "Now...imagine capturing that on the airways," she said, nodding her head towards the merpeople singing into the mic all while giving him a little jab with her elbow. "Has anyone played any Mer....Merpop? Is that what it would be called? Anyway, has anyone played any Merpop on the WWN? To your knowledge at least."

06-22-2022, 02:22 PM	#2 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,236 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf As Minister for Magic, Charles Hollingberry had arrived at Atlantis several hours before the event was set to begin. It had been a bit discombobulating at first and his almost boyish naivety and been a refreshing delight as well as humbling. To think, at his age, that the experience of going through one of those underwater tunnels at an aquarium would be comparable to being in Atlantis was quite laughable. He understood now why his daughter had laughed so robustly when he had said as much to her. She knew. She had been here during her Hogwarts days on a school excursion, though the circumstances were very different and rather than the merpeople accommodating for the air breathers...it had been the other way around. Still, welcomed visitors...and Charles would be lying if he said he was not nervous about the evening. The was, truly, a monumental gesture and the word the Department of International Magical Cooperation and Ecological Restoration and Protection was a testament to that. None of this would have been possible without their tireless work in assisting the conversation - he hoped the heads and employees of these two departments knew this. If not, well, that was what Grandpa Hollingberry was for. Being escorted by one of the mer-royals over to the refreshments, he found himself presented with a very...curious looking beverage that bubbled within its glass much like an underwater volcano...and had a rather unpleasant smell...before being left to his own devices and mingling. Though he had accepted it with a wide smile, the man had been holding on to it now...for nearly half an hour while he search within himself the courage to give it a taste - for diplomacy's sake, of course. Perhaps he could find someone else to bottoms up with him... · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • · This was it. A moment she had been working towards for years now was finally coming to fruition. Finally she could tell her avô that no there had not been too much sand in her truck and it had been just the right amount of sand from the get go. Avô was always leaning into traditional idioms whenever he attempted to bestow wisdom upon anyone. Sure, there had been that spell of a couple of weeks where she may have hardly slept a week and bitter expresso had become her companion, but she had made it. Sure, she was only at an entry level position within the Department of International Magical Cooperation now, but she had her rich brown eyes set on sights much higher and was determined to reach those peaks by next year. And she, Joana Veiga, was a very gifted rock climber. But first...it was essential that she navigate tonight seamlessly. Which, well, perhaps she ought to have reconsidered her choice of companion...though she always did have a weak constitution for anyone's big ol' puppy dog eyes. So it was, after letting it slip over a Smoothie Sunday walk in the park, that she had invited her mentor turned friend to join her. It wasn't so much that his behavior on the submarine over had been embarrassing. Quite the opposite really. She had found it rather entertaining to see him getting all up in the faces of others with every color of question. It had been a mind-numbingly long trip down and at least Eros had kept things lively. She did hope, however, that he could keep some of his opinions to himself or at the very list a muffled whisper. Like...just please do not embarrass her tonight, okay? Forgoing food and beverage for now, Joana twirled some of the silky strings typing her blouse and paused to watch the current mermish performance. "*Now...imagine capturing that* on the airways,*" she said, nodding her head towards the merpeople singing into the mic all while giving him a little jab with her elbow. "Has* anyone played any Mer....Merpop? Is that what it would be called? Anyway, has anyone played any Merpop on the WWN? To your knowledge at least." __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes