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XanaSnape 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!
Warren glared at the little man. "Sir, even if you were his cousin, you would still need to be inspected. It is our orders," surprisingly he said this rather calmly though with a note of sarcasm in his voice that he couldn't quite hide. He waited for Nathan to either hand him the list or check Isabella himself so she wouldn't have to wait long. "Nathan..." he said as a reminder.