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Krel Ansell · 06-23-2022, 03:21 AM

One of the great things about having spent most of his career in the courtroom was that Hugo had gotten out of attending a lot of these soirees. If he hadn’t arguing a case, he’d been locked deep in a library looking at case law, interviewing people, or gathering information for his case. It had been one of the reasons he’d hesitated on taking this post. More publicity. More faces to see. More hands to shake. More of, well, everything and less of everything too.

The upside, he decided as he stopped at the bat for a drink, was getting out of his comfort zone. And this certainly was out of his comfort zone. Did he dare mention to anyone that he couldn’t swim? Not a stroke. Not even the doggy paddle. He ordered one of the mermaid drinks. ”In for a penny, in for a pound….” He said to Charles as he raised his glass in a toasting gesture. The Minster, after all, looked despite his best efforts to be a tad uncomfortable. Maybe he too couldn’t swim. Well then, should something happen they could go down together. He tossed back the brimstone smelling concoction in his hand. His eyes watered for a moment and a poof of steam puffed out of his ears.

Conley was stressed. Did he look stressed? Because he was stressed. He was pretty sure his dark brown hair was all silver. It wasn’t, although he certainly was starting to gray in the temples and his beard was certainly a good three shades lighter than it used to be. Merepeople were not the easiest of beings to work with and not many people in his department spoke the language. He’d only learned it out of necessity the summer he’d spent chasing a dark magical object across the Philippines and honestly, it had been quite a while since he’d had to talk to anyone in it.

He started fidgeting with his tie for probably the fifth time since they’d gotten here. ”Are you sure it looks ok? I should have just gone with a bow-tie. Why didn’t you suggest the bow-tie?” he asked his husband, turning to the Indian Ambassador. He’d forgotten that their daughter Radhika had decided to use his last clean bow-tie as a hair bow for Duke earlier in the day. Duke had in turn gone outside in the rain with it on, effectively making wearing a bow-tie not an option for the DIMC head.

It had been a while since Valentin Roux had been in London. Le Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France, had been keeping him busy elsewhere, but news about Lobalugs migrating out of the North Sea and towards the English Channel where a few Non-magique had found them on the shore had brought him to London. As had the invitation to this gala. It was a little unusual, he had to say. He turned to his husband Elian as they entered the event space. {”You will stay way from the edges, won’t you?”} he asked Elian in French. Elian wasn’t the greatest of swimmers and he did not need to worry about something happening to him tonight. It was going to be hard enough for Elian to be in a space with so many people, amulet or not.

06-23-2022, 03:21 AM	#5 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,071 x1	grabbing Charles - feel free interrupt/join anyone :) randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) One of the great things about having spent most of his career in the courtroom was that Hugo had gotten out of attending a lot of these soirees. If he hadn’t arguing a case, he’d been locked deep in a library looking at case law, interviewing people, or gathering information for his case. It had been one of the reasons he’d hesitated on taking this post. More publicity. More faces to see. More hands to shake. More of, well, everything and less of everything too. The upside, he decided as he stopped at the bat for a drink, was getting out of his comfort zone. And this certainly was out of his comfort zone. Did he dare mention to anyone that he couldn’t swim? Not a stroke. Not even the doggy paddle. He ordered one of the mermaid drinks. ”In for a penny, in for a pound….” He said to Charles as he raised his glass in a toasting gesture. The Minster, after all, looked despite his best efforts to be a tad uncomfortable. Maybe he too couldn’t swim. Well then, should something happen they could go down together. He tossed back the brimstone smelling concoction in his hand. His eyes watered for a moment and a poof of steam puffed out of his ears. Conley was stressed. Did he look stressed? Because he was stressed. He was pretty sure his dark brown hair was all silver. It wasn’t, although he certainly was starting to gray in the temples and his beard was certainly a good three shades lighter than it used to be. Merepeople were not the easiest of beings to work with and not many people in his department spoke the language. He’d only learned it out of necessity the summer he’d spent chasing a dark magical object across the Philippines and honestly, it had been quite a while since he’d had to talk to anyone in it. He started fidgeting with his tie for probably the fifth time since they’d gotten here. ”Are you sure it looks ok? I should have just gone with a bow-tie. Why didn’t you suggest the bow-tie?” he asked his husband, turning to the Indian Ambassador. He’d forgotten that their daughter Radhika had decided to use his last clean bow-tie as a hair bow for Duke earlier in the day. Duke had in turn gone outside in the rain with it on, effectively making wearing a bow-tie not an option for the DIMC head. It had been a while since Valentin Roux had been in London. Le Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France, had been keeping him busy elsewhere, but news about Lobalugs migrating out of the North Sea and towards the English Channel where a few Non-magique had found them on the shore had brought him to London. As had the invitation to this gala. It was a little unusual, he had to say. He turned to his husband Elian as they entered the event space. {”You will stay way from the edges, won’t you?”} he asked Elian in French. Elian wasn’t the greatest of swimmers and he did not need to worry about something happening to him tonight. It was going to be hard enough for Elian to be in a space with so many people, amulet or not. __________________ Last edited by Krel Ansell; 06-23-2022 at 03:27 AM.