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Amelie 
Nathan glanced behind him breifly at Warren and then looked back down at the pint sized man – he was barely the size of a house elf… but it was always the little ones you had to watch out for – all the pent up aggression and frustration.
“I’m afraid so, mate.” He replied casually. He scratched his head sheepishly as the man asked if he knew who he was. “Err….” Just try to be diplomatic here, Nate. “It doesn’t matter who you are – we have been asked to check anyone and everyone who tries to enter, by strict instructions of the bride and groom.” He explained to the slightly crazy little man. "Now if you could just give your name and hand over your wand for inspection, please."
Epaulet stomped his foot in frustration like a small, badly dressed toddler throwing a tantrum. He spat as he spoke, his face red with frustration.
"Mah naaaaaaame, you shtupid leetle man.... ees Epaulet Esterre." He waited for the officer to recognize it, then sighed, putting his hands on his hips.
"The courturier? The minister's personal fashion designer?!" He waited again, crossing his arms angrily. Clearly, he did not need to be checked for security. He was not handing over his wand for this worm to inspect!
"And ah am not letting you touch mah wand. As if!"