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SlytherinSistah · 10-01-2008, 12:10 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle

Her eyes widen in shock as she called the man by the wrong name. "Please charge that to me head and mot my heart Mr. Wright I meant to disrespect in forgetting your name." She said as her brown face flushed red.

She walked into the office. She sat down not knowing if she was supposed to stay and hear what the man had to say or if she needed to make her exit and go back to her office. She was hoping for the latter, but she didn't say anything as she prepared to listen to what the seer had to say.

OOC: GAH! I'm sorry! i thought ur charrie's name was wood! I've been calling him that for like a week!

Jasper shifted uncomfortably for a moment, unsure if he should go on.

ooc: I totally thought that was IC! XD

Quote:

Originally Posted by the.time.is.now

"Wright," he corrected, shaking her hand. "Do, come in and sit."

The woman seemed rather unnerved by the whole concept of level nine - he eyes were shifting about, and she appeared to be extremely uncomfortable. Elijah laughed a little to himself... all of the scary stuff was locked away, but she need not know that. "So can you tell me, Mr... er... seer. How did you come to be here?"

Elijah nodded. "It's quite all right. Now, down to it. What exactly is going on?"

He leaned back in his seat, slowly crossing his fingers into his lap. Part of him was curious - why would this be so important that another Department Head had to come all the way to the lower floors of the Ministry, just to deliver this man? The other side of him was anxious to end their meeting and leave, to see what the Minister thought of the vial. His curiosity was, simply, tearing him in two different directions.

"My name is Jasper Mitterbill.", he began nervously. "I believe I have...sensitive information which concerns the Ministry and thus, may concern you.", he said, somewhat cryptically as he loosened his grip on his leather journal.

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SlytherinSistah DoM Ramora Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Merlin Foresaken PST Posts: 5,432 x9 x3	C.R.E.A.M \| Haitian Sensation \| Shark Patronus \| Your Huckleberry \| T's ClayBaby Quote: Originally Posted by Tomasina Riddle Her eyes widen in shock as she called the man by the wrong name. "Please charge that to me head and mot my heart Mr. Wright I meant to disrespect in forgetting your name." She said as her brown face flushed red. She walked into the office. She sat down not knowing if she was supposed to stay and hear what the man had to say or if she needed to make her exit and go back to her office. She was hoping for the latter, but she didn't say anything as she prepared to listen to what the seer had to say. OOC: GAH! I'm sorry! i thought ur charrie's name was wood! I've been calling him that for like a week! Jasper shifted uncomfortably for a moment, unsure if he should go on. ooc: I totally thought that was IC! XD Quote: Originally Posted by the.time.is.now "Wright," he corrected, shaking her hand. "Do, come in and sit." The woman seemed rather unnerved by the whole concept of level nine - he eyes were shifting about, and she appeared to be extremely uncomfortable. Elijah laughed a little to himself... all of the scary stuff was locked away, but she need not know that. "So can you tell me, Mr... er... seer. How did you come to be here?" Elijah nodded. "It's quite all right. Now, down to it. What exactly is going on?" He leaned back in his seat, slowly crossing his fingers into his lap. Part of him was curious - why would this be so important that another Department Head had to come all the way to the lower floors of the Ministry, just to deliver this man? The other side of him was anxious to end their meeting and leave, to see what the Minister thought of the vial. His curiosity was, simply, tearing him in two different directions. "My name is Jasper Mitterbill.", he began nervously. "I believe I have...sensitive information which concerns the Ministry and thus, may concern you.", he said, somewhat cryptically as he loosened his grip on his leather journal. __________________