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Albert Kettleburn EraAll historical records pertaining to Ministry of Magic RPG under Minister for Magic, Albert Kettleburn [IC January 2081 - December 2086; OOC June 2013 - January 2015]
Lorelai nodded a little, still not fully convinced that she was being a good mother by leaving them. Sure, they were with their grandparents and she trusted Adam's parents with everything she'd ever had, they were practically her own parents. But she felt like a bad mum. "But that involves you bringing them with you...." Because she wasn't bringing them here to drop them off and then leave. Hubster could do it. It was okay with their older children, because they already had places to go. "Maybe once a week...." For now.
She felt herself smile at the comment about his parents and nodded. "I know, I know. I just feel bad, you know? We leave them tonight, and then we're leaving them again when we go to Paris...." She wasn't entirely bothered about Paris, though. She wanted time with her husband and what better place?
Food. She perused over the menu as Adam held it and shrugged. "I'll share whatever you get. It's romantic." It really wasn't, because he ate so much. But it was okay. She'd be cute and romantic tonight. In their corner.
"Smile, gorgeous. Stop dwelling. Our time now, yeah?" And being sulky and mumsy was not definition of Lorelai and Adam time. Not at all. "And leaving them with people who are paid and trained to look after them." People who would probably, in Adams honest opinion, do a better job of helping if one of them got injured. He still stood around awkwardly and just wished it got better, although he'd never admit that to his wife. "That's a start," he agreed with a smile, glancing around at the other people for a second. "I'm sure they're here somewhere, too, if you wanted to talk to them."
Make sure they were okay, and all. Adam wouldn't blame her.
Waving away her 'feel bad's, he took her hand and held it tightly. "Paris is our place. One day we'll take the kids, but for now? Ours. You and me, and the Eiffel Tower." And the place where he proposed, and all that jazz.
He would have liked to take the kids, but he knew that he'd save that for when they were older. For when the girls could appreciate it, when the boys could take their own girlfriends. Anyone tried taking one of his daughters, though, and they'd have another thing coming.
"Quadruple helpings of everything, then," he grinned. Three for him, one for her?
"Except the mushroom thing."
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Originally Posted by Harron Peasley
"Smile, gorgeous. Stop dwelling. Our time now, yeah?" And being sulky and mumsy was not definition of Lorelai and Adam time. Not at all. "And leaving them with people who are paid and trained to look after them." People who would probably, in Adams honest opinion, do a better job of helping if one of them got injured. He still stood around awkwardly and just wished it got better, although he'd never admit that to his wife. "That's a start," he agreed with a smile, glancing around at the other people for a second. "I'm sure they're here somewhere, too, if you wanted to talk to them."
Make sure they were okay, and all. Adam wouldn't blame her.
Waving away her 'feel bad's, he took her hand and held it tightly. "Paris is our place. One day we'll take the kids, but for now? Ours. You and me, and the Eiffel Tower." And the place where he proposed, and all that jazz.
He would have liked to take the kids, but he knew that he'd save that for when they were older. For when the girls could appreciate it, when the boys could take their own girlfriends. Anyone tried taking one of his daughters, though, and they'd have another thing coming.
"Quadruple helpings of everything, then," he grinned. Three for him, one for her?
"Except the mushroom thing."
Smile. Right. Lori put on her best smile. Pulled it right from the tips of her toes and warmed it. Her best smile, for her best husband. Her only husband, of course. But her best one. She'd never have a better one. "Our time, yeah." He got a quick kiss for that, and she rested the hand that wasn't at his elbow, just inside his jacket against his chest. "I'm trained to look after them, Adam. We have six. Six children that I've carried and looked after..." It was hard enough sending the eldest to nursery, or even to school when September came. "You can do it when you go to work. I trust your judgement." In other words..she didn't want to know, or do it, or anything. She'd probably go all mumzilla on them and write them a book of how to look after her children.
Adam could to all of that. He was the one who could sing Maverick to sleep. He was the one who could get McCartney to stop crying when his twin was being looked after. Sure, she was totally Supermum, but...he was pretty darn awesome at his job as a father. That, and he could teach them to kick a ball better than she ever would.
Lor smiled, and rested her chin on his shoulder with a little nod. "Our place, yeah." Not enough for them to move there, because she was more settled in Somerset than ever before. But theirs. "I'm glad we're going back." Just so he knew.
"If you're that hungry, quadruple is fine." If he intended to split halfway, he had another thing coming. She wasn't going to look bloated in this dress. Men.
After gulping down his first sherry of the night, Jasper backed out the line and headed away from the buffet table still, of course, carrying his drinkable plate. He headed straight for the entrance way intending to go outside. Not leaving, but, perhaps to get a breath of fresh air. He'd catch up with the ladies later.
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So much choice. Hmm. He HAD to try a bit of everything of course, serious business. He'd just fake having a date, and fill up two plates. Excellent solution. The first plate he piled on Crab Cakes, Bruschetta on toasted baguettes, Swedish Meatballs, Coconut Shrimp and Pigs in a Blanket. The second plate boasted Mini bagels with flavored cream cheeses, Mushroom ravioli, Mini Ham, Cheddar and Apple Paninis, Lamb, Chicken and Beef Kababs and Sticky Rice Balls with Soy Dipping Sauce. Rusty would come back for desert later, but for now he was ready to go eat. And maybe socialise. It'd be nice to talk to someone that wasn't a seven year old girl.
He headed off to the seating area, looking for a likely spot to set up shop.
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SPOILER!!: January, Alysson, so-called best friend...
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Originally Posted by sarahbooooooooo
January nodded at William. "I'm glad I found you. I only know one other person who might be attending this thing." And she highly doubted said person would want to be stuck with her all night. When he commented on her dress, January glanced down at it with a slight flush in her cheeks. "Oh, does it look okay?" Did it look okay? What kind of reply was that? "I mean, thank you." She smiled back at him. She wasn't used to being FANCY.
Aha, look. They did match! She laughed a little bit at the tie flying in her face. "So we do. And you know, you don't look half bad yourself. You clean up nicely." She offered him another smile with that compliment.
Oh, so her name was Alysson. January smiled. "Nice to meet you, Alysson." And she was juuuust about to introduce herself when William did it for her. Yep, January. That was her. Oh, and she was invited on a tour? "Oh?" she asked, looking up at William curiously. "That sounds nice, actually. Thanks." She gave both of them pleasant smiles. How nice of them to invite her to show her around. How wonderful, she was making friends already!
January turned her attention to Oliver who was now shaking her hand. He seemed rather nice, didn't he? "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Oliver." She flashed him another smile before answering his question. "No, I'll be working with Spirits. I'm a Spectre Control Agent." Just like William had said, but she was now confirming it. Oh, and Oliver was offering to talk about his old friend, was he? January raised a mischievous eyebrow. "Is that so? Well, we might have to sit down if you've got some dirty old secrets to reveal." Heh heh. Was William listening? This was FUN. More friends, yay!
Oh yeah, food? She wasn't really hungry, but she could go for a drink. "I'm okay with that," she voiced her opinion, stepping to the side a little. Standing in the entrance the whole time didn't sound ideal.
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Originally Posted by Lislchen
Oliver. It was great to finally meet him. Alysson's smile turned into a small grin when he said something about behaving himself. "If you don't want me on your back then yes." So it was up to him. Wait, was HE the one William had wanted to bring to their tour through the Ministry? If so then Alysson could soooort of agree with that. Of course, she HAD already agreed. But now she wouldn't even MIND taking Oliver along.
"Oh, with Aron." Aka his new Department Head. The one who was now married to one of William's former co-workers. Speaking of, she hadn't seen him in quite some time either. Maybe she'd pay him a visit at some point. Actually, he was probably here at this party too. Hmm.
Her brief glance around was interrupted by William catching her attention again, though.
Too?! Alysson had picked up on that and there was a second of her just looking at him in silence. Then she simply smiled however and smoothed down her dress before meeting his gaze again. "Thank you. And look at you all dressed up as well." She reached up to tug on his tie softly, sending a grin his way before turning to face January again.
..............so not Oliver then.
"Greeaaat." Did she sound a little too enthusiastic there? Was it believable? Actually she didn't really care. That was going to be one lovely tour. And then William suggested going inside. "Let's go then." With that said Alysson took hold of January's arm lightly and started walking. Because hey, apparently showing people around was her new job now and all. "I like your dress by the way." It really was pretty, yes.
Were the others following? She didn't really care.
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Originally Posted by Mell
OW!
Oliver made a very obvious point of rubbing his ribs and giving his BFF a LOOK! What did he do? It had been a simple question that merely required a simple answer. "Okay. Geez, I was just asking, you don't need to get physical about it." Now he knew where Wanda got it from.
He also managed to pay attention to the rest of what Willy had said and he nodded is head. Right. Got it. As for the shrug that he had just received, Olly grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "Good, then you won't mind sharing."
And his plan was to spend the night getting to know the lovely January. And thanks to William, he already knew where she would be working, but he didn't mind hearing it again. It sounded better coming from her anyway. "That's awesome! I've always been interested in that kind of thing, you know? I used to work in the Department of Mysteries years ago." Before he decided he wanted to be a teacher. He called that his two year hiatus.
He grinned back at her and nodded. "Oh the things I could tell you." He was actually in most of those stories as well but of course he would make himself look good.
Oh it seemed that Alysson had a sense of humour. He liked that. But since he was pretty sure that his mate had a thing for this woman he decided to keep the retort that was on the tip of his tongue to himself. Not to mention they were at a ball and were supposed to be behaving themselves.
But man, there was a line there and he so wanted to use it.
"I promise to behave then." He even marked a cross over his heart. Hehe. And back to talking about work. "Yep that's the one. He's okay for a boss." He'd had worse that's a for sure.
And he thought the ladies looked lovely as well but since Willy got in first he was not going to say it now otherwise it would look as though he was just copying. He would say it in his own good time.
Yes food! That sounded like a good idea and he was just about to offer January his arm when Alysson beat him to it.
O_O
Okay then. "Looks like it's me and you, bro." And with that he linked his arm with William's and pulled him toward the food table.
Oh, right, William had kind of a strong arm sometimes. Heh heh. He forgot about that, but it did come in handy when he needed to shut his BFF up. Speaking of said BFF, Willy chose to ignore him for a few more moments while he talked to HIS ladies.
"It looks MORE than okay. It looks really, really nice," William calmly informed January, hoping that his face didn't already match her hair in color. And wow, she was complimenting him too? He glanced down at his tie and definitely deepened in red color. "Gosh, thanks, January," he mumbled.
He'd just pretend not to hear anything about people trading his dirty secrets and whatnot...mhmmmm....
He smiled back at Alysson and, like Oliver, was about to offer his arm as escort...
...when she just waltzed off with January. Huhwaat? Whaaaat? His arm was suddenly, unfortunately, linked in Oliver's, and the whole group was moving as one toward the buffet. Great. At least there would be a food at the end of this rainbow. There had BETTER be food at the end of this rainbow, if he had to walk there with Oliver and NOT with one of his dates lady friends.
"And no sharing," he finished his thought process in direction to Oliver and tugged him ahead of the girls.
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Originally Posted by StarShine
João used to laugh at the idea of 'The stomach is on the road to a man's heart.' but ever since he had started living in England, he understood the power of Brazilian cuisine and the meaning of the phrase.
He could really do with some torresmo. But what did he find instead? Something called 'mini ham'. His face showed just how much he liked the dishes here in general--the border of hatred.
How much would it cost to import Brazilian food?
Well well well, wouldja lookitthat. It seemed old friends weren't the only ones William was running into tonight--- here was an old STUDENT of his! One he particularly liked, because well... Slytherin.
"João Neves!" Willy boomed as he dragged Oliver toward the food table. "Is that you?" What in the world was he doing at this? "Are you even old enough to work in a Ministry?"
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Originally Posted by Lislchen
Oliver. It was great to finally meet him. Alysson's smile turned into a small grin when he said something about behaving himself. "If you don't want me on your back then yes." So it was up to him. Wait, was HE the one William had wanted to bring to their tour through the Ministry? If so then Alysson could soooort of agree with that. Of course, she HAD already agreed. But now she wouldn't even MIND taking Oliver along.
"Oh, with Aron." Aka his new Department Head. The one who was now married to one of William's former co-workers. Speaking of, she hadn't seen him in quite some time either. Maybe she'd pay him a visit at some point. Actually, he was probably here at this party too. Hmm.
Her brief glance around was interrupted by William catching her attention again, though.
Too?! Alysson had picked up on that and there was a second of her just looking at him in silence. Then she simply smiled however and smoothed down her dress before meeting his gaze again. "Thank you. And look at you all dressed up as well." She reached up to tug on his tie softly, sending a grin his way before turning to face January again.
..............so not Oliver then.
"Greeaaat." Did she sound a little too enthusiastic there? Was it believable? Actually she didn't really care. That was going to be one lovely tour. And then William suggested going inside. "Let's go then." With that said Alysson took hold of January's arm lightly and started walking. Because hey, apparently showing people around was her new job now and all. "I like your dress by the way." It really was pretty, yes.
Were the others following? She didn't really care.
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Originally Posted by Mell
OW!
Oliver made a very obvious point of rubbing his ribs and giving his BFF a LOOK! What did he do? It had been a simple question that merely required a simple answer. "Okay. Geez, I was just asking, you don't need to get physical about it." Now he knew where Wanda got it from.
He also managed to pay attention to the rest of what Willy had said and he nodded is head. Right. Got it. As for the shrug that he had just received, Olly grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "Good, then you won't mind sharing."
And his plan was to spend the night getting to know the lovely January. And thanks to William, he already knew where she would be working, but he didn't mind hearing it again. It sounded better coming from her anyway. "That's awesome! I've always been interested in that kind of thing, you know? I used to work in the Department of Mysteries years ago." Before he decided he wanted to be a teacher. He called that his two year hiatus.
He grinned back at her and nodded. "Oh the things I could tell you." He was actually in most of those stories as well but of course he would make himself look good.
Oh it seemed that Alysson had a sense of humour. He liked that. But since he was pretty sure that his mate had a thing for this woman he decided to keep the retort that was on the tip of his tongue to himself. Not to mention they were at a ball and were supposed to be behaving themselves.
But man, there was a line there and he so wanted to use it.
"I promise to behave then." He even marked a cross over his heart. Hehe. And back to talking about work. "Yep that's the one. He's okay for a boss." He'd had worse that's a for sure.
And he thought the ladies looked lovely as well but since Willy got in first he was not going to say it now otherwise it would look as though he was just copying. He would say it in his own good time.
Yes food! That sounded like a good idea and he was just about to offer January his arm when Alysson beat him to it.
O_O
Okay then. "Looks like it's me and you, bro." And with that he linked his arm with William's and pulled him toward the food table.
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Originally Posted by BeelzeBubGirl
Oh, right, William had kind of a strong arm sometimes. Heh heh. He forgot about that, but it did come in handy when he needed to shut his BFF up. Speaking of said BFF, Willy chose to ignore him for a few more moments while he talked to HIS ladies.
"It looks MORE than okay. It looks really, really nice," William calmly informed January, hoping that his face didn't already match her hair in color. And wow, she was complimenting him too? He glanced down at his tie and definitely deepened in red color. "Gosh, thanks, January," he mumbled.
He'd just pretend not to hear anything about people trading his dirty secrets and whatnot...mhmmmm....
He smiled back at Alysson and, like Oliver, was about to offer his arm as escort...
...when she just waltzed off with January. Huhwaat? Whaaaat? His arm was suddenly, unfortunately, linked in Oliver's, and the whole group was moving as one toward the buffet. Great. At least there would be a food at the end of this rainbow. There had BETTER be food at the end of this rainbow, if he had to walk there with Oliver and NOT with one of his dates lady friends.
"And no sharing," he finished his thought process in direction to Oliver and tugged him ahead of the girls.
Oh, Oliver was interested in spirits, was he? "Is that right? Did you study them?" she asked, intrigued. January always loved talking to people who were as fascinated with Spirits as she was. There seemed to be a rare few. She wondered if it was just a hobby or what, but he went on talking. "Department of Mysteries? What did you do there?" she asked curiously. "Or are you not allowed to tell me?" Heh. Being 'mysteries' and all. But really, she had no idea what they did down there. It was a little suspicious.
And now she was suspicious. Of the stories that Oliver could apparently tell her about William. She giggled (giggled? January giggles?) lightly. "I look forward to hearing them." Heheh. Oliver seemed like a fun guy. Just like Will, if a bit more mischievous.
Speaking of William, he was now making her blush. She looked really, really nice, apparently. She cleared her throat and fussed with her hair. "Thank you, that's quite nice." Was it just her imagination, or was he a little pink, too?
Before she could figure it out, she felt her arm being taken hold of."Oh--" Since January didn't want to be rude and didn't have much of a choice otherwise, she followed Alysson's lead to the food tables. Alrighty then. She was friendly. "So... Have you and William been friends long?" Mere curiosity, you know. Just to start some small-talk since friendship with William was something they seemed to have in common.
Text Cut: The double date people...not really. Actually mainly for January.
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Originally Posted by Mell
OW!
Oliver made a very obvious point of rubbing his ribs and giving his BFF a LOOK! What did he do? It had been a simple question that merely required a simple answer. "Okay. Geez, I was just asking, you don't need to get physical about it." Now he knew where Wanda got it from.
He also managed to pay attention to the rest of what Willy had said and he nodded is head. Right. Got it. As for the shrug that he had just received, Olly grinned and slapped his friend on the back. "Good, then you won't mind sharing."
And his plan was to spend the night getting to know the lovely January. And thanks to William, he already knew where she would be working, but he didn't mind hearing it again. It sounded better coming from her anyway. "That's awesome! I've always been interested in that kind of thing, you know? I used to work in the Department of Mysteries years ago." Before he decided he wanted to be a teacher. He called that his two year hiatus.
He grinned back at her and nodded. "Oh the things I could tell you." He was actually in most of those stories as well but of course he would make himself look good.
Oh it seemed that Alysson had a sense of humour. He liked that. But since he was pretty sure that his mate had a thing for this woman he decided to keep the retort that was on the tip of his tongue to himself. Not to mention they were at a ball and were supposed to be behaving themselves.
But man, there was a line there and he so wanted to use it.
"I promise to behave then." He even marked a cross over his heart. Hehe. And back to talking about work. "Yep that's the one. He's okay for a boss." He'd had worse that's a for sure.
And he thought the ladies looked lovely as well but since Willy got in first he was not going to say it now otherwise it would look as though he was just copying. He would say it in his own good time.
Yes food! That sounded like a good idea and he was just about to offer January his arm when Alysson beat him to it.
O_O
Okay then. "Looks like it's me and you, bro." And with that he linked his arm with William's and pulled him toward the food table.
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Originally Posted by BeelzeBubGirl
Oh, right, William had kind of a strong arm sometimes. Heh heh. He forgot about that, but it did come in handy when he needed to shut his BFF up. Speaking of said BFF, Willy chose to ignore him for a few more moments while he talked to HIS ladies.
"It looks MORE than okay. It looks really, really nice," William calmly informed January, hoping that his face didn't already match her hair in color. And wow, she was complimenting him too? He glanced down at his tie and definitely deepened in red color. "Gosh, thanks, January," he mumbled.
He'd just pretend not to hear anything about people trading his dirty secrets and whatnot...mhmmmm....
He smiled back at Alysson and, like Oliver, was about to offer his arm as escort...
...when she just waltzed off with January. Huhwaat? Whaaaat? His arm was suddenly, unfortunately, linked in Oliver's, and the whole group was moving as one toward the buffet. Great. At least there would be a food at the end of this rainbow. There had BETTER be food at the end of this rainbow, if he had to walk there with Oliver and NOT with one of his dates lady friends.
"And no sharing," he finished his thought process in direction to Oliver and tugged him ahead of the girls.
Well well well, wouldja lookitthat. It seemed old friends weren't the only ones William was running into tonight--- here was an old STUDENT of his! One he particularly liked, because well... Slytherin.
"João Neves!" Willy boomed as he dragged Oliver toward the food table. "Is that you?" What in the world was he doing at this? "Are you even old enough to work in a Ministry?"
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Originally Posted by sarahbooooooooo
Oh, Oliver was interested in spirits, was he? "Is that right? Did you study them?" she asked, intrigued. January always loved talking to people who were as fascinated with Spirits as she was. There seemed to be a rare few. She wondered if it was just a hobby or what, but he went on talking. "Department of Mysteries? What did you do there?" she asked curiously. "Or are you not allowed to tell me?" Heh. Being 'mysteries' and all. But really, she had no idea what they did down there. It was a little suspicious.
And now she was suspicious. Of the stories that Oliver could apparently tell her about William. She giggled (giggled? January giggles?) lightly. "I look forward to hearing them." Heheh. Oliver seemed like a fun guy. Just like Will, if a bit more mischievous.
Speaking of William, he was now making her blush. She looked really, really nice, apparently. She cleared her throat and fussed with her hair. "Thank you, that's quite nice." Was it just her imagination, or was he a little pink, too?
Before she could figure it out, she felt her arm being taken hold of."Oh--" Since January didn't want to be rude and didn't have much of a choice otherwise, she followed Alysson's lead to the food tables. Alrighty then. She was friendly. "So... Have you and William been friends long?" Mere curiosity, you know. Just to start some small-talk since friendship with William was something they seemed to have in common.
Alysson wasn't actually hungry but had made her way over to the food tables anyway, mainly because William had suggested they go there. So once they'd arrived there she let go of January's arm and briefly glanced behind her to make sure the other two had followed them. They had. Of course they had. Food just magically attracted William. Or, not so magically even.
Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer until January spoke again. Hmm? Alysson thought about this for a moment. "Well, we met around four years ago." Was it five? Three? "But we sort of...lost touch for a while." They were both back now though. Obviously. And staying too. So who knew. "What about you?" If she said something like 'oh, we only met a week ago', Alysson was going to be seriously worried.
Well well well, wouldja lookitthat. It seemed old friends weren't the only ones William was running into tonight--- here was an old STUDENT of his! One he particularly liked, because well... Slytherin.
"João Neves!" Willy boomed as he dragged Oliver toward the food table. "Is that you?" What in the world was he doing at this? "Are you even old enough to work in a Ministry?"
João wasn't expecting to hear his name so clearly--from a male, at least, so he looked around sheepishly and confusedly for a while 'till his eyes fell on his former professor.
Frown, followed by a slow but happy smile.
"Professor Williamson," he greeted the man, stopping mourning over the English cuisine for a change. He laughed at the question softly. "Looks like it." He certainly was old to... no, he was going to keep it as a secret until he stepped in the office, because he still couldn't believe his position himself.
After gulping down his first sherry of the night, Jasper backed out the line and headed away from the buffet table still, of course, carrying his drinkable plate. He headed straight for the entrance way intending to go outside. Not leaving, but, perhaps to get a breath of fresh air. He'd catch up with the ladies later.
Where was Mr. Summers?
Having emptied her stomach, albeit not willingly, Syd had made her way back go the photo station only to find it deserted. A little perplexed, or perhaps annoyed she went to searching the large, packed room looking for Jasper. When she finally found him the annoyance ratched up another notch. Was that a drink in his hand?
At this point she had half a mind to turn around and walk away. This was more drama then she could handle, but she decided to see where this went. "Where did you go?"
Having emptied her stomach, albeit not willingly, Syd had made her way back go the photo station only to find it deserted. A little perplexed, or perhaps annoyed she went to searching the large, packed room looking for Jasper. When she finally found him the annoyance ratched up another notch. Was that a drink in his hand?
At this point she had half a mind to turn around and walk away. This was more drama then she could handle, but she decided to see where this went. "Where did you go?"
It was a balancing act of the arms and wrist to not knock over his plate of elf-made wine...and a crab cake when he spotted Syndil again. Looking less ill, but more annoyed. And she was asking him something. Something that had a right and a wrong answer. Jasper looked to her, trying to remain calm then glanced at his plate of wine ...and the endless supply on the buffet table within their reach. Please, Merlin, do not let this be the way I ring in the New Year and start a new job.
"I was talking to someone at the buffet before you asked to speak to me." He said sounding as though he were reminding her. "But they've gone on to take seats." And wait a minute! Why was she even talking to him? Didn't she want nothing more to do with him? Hadn't he been too awful for her to even process? He wanted to be angry, but ultimately it just fermented into hurt that was quickly suppressed in favour of something more social. "Are you feeling a little better? You seemed..." To hate me. "To have gotten very ill. If that was my fault, I'm sorry." He paused then added, "I have that effect on people. Really, I should've warned you."
SPOILER!!: The selfish best friend and the two lovely ladies
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Originally Posted by BeelzeBubGirl
SPOILER!!: January, Alysson, so-called best friend...
Oh, right, William had kind of a strong arm sometimes. Heh heh. He forgot about that, but it did come in handy when he needed to shut his BFF up. Speaking of said BFF, Willy chose to ignore him for a few more moments while he talked to HIS ladies.
"It looks MORE than okay. It looks really, really nice," William calmly informed January, hoping that his face didn't already match her hair in color. And wow, she was complimenting him too? He glanced down at his tie and definitely deepened in red color. "Gosh, thanks, January," he mumbled.
He'd just pretend not to hear anything about people trading his dirty secrets and whatnot...mhmmmm....
He smiled back at Alysson and, like Oliver, was about to offer his arm as escort...
...when she just waltzed off with January. Huhwaat? Whaaaat? His arm was suddenly, unfortunately, linked in Oliver's, and the whole group was moving as one toward the buffet. Great. At least there would be a food at the end of this rainbow. There had BETTER be food at the end of this rainbow, if he had to walk there with Oliver and NOT with one of his dates lady friends.
"And no sharing," he finished his thought process in direction to Oliver and tugged him ahead of the girls.
Well well well, wouldja lookitthat. It seemed old friends weren't the only ones William was running into tonight--- here was an old STUDENT of his! One he particularly liked, because well... Slytherin.
"João Neves!" Willy boomed as he dragged Oliver toward the food table. "Is that you?" What in the world was he doing at this? "Are you even old enough to work in a Ministry?"
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Oh, Oliver was interested in spirits, was he? "Is that right? Did you study them?" she asked, intrigued. January always loved talking to people who were as fascinated with Spirits as she was. There seemed to be a rare few. She wondered if it was just a hobby or what, but he went on talking. "Department of Mysteries? What did you do there?" she asked curiously. "Or are you not allowed to tell me?" Heh. Being 'mysteries' and all. But really, she had no idea what they did down there. It was a little suspicious.
And now she was suspicious. Of the stories that Oliver could apparently tell her about William. She giggled (giggled? January giggles?) lightly. "I look forward to hearing them." Heheh. Oliver seemed like a fun guy. Just like Will, if a bit more mischievous.
Speaking of William, he was now making her blush. She looked really, really nice, apparently. She cleared her throat and fussed with her hair. "Thank you, that's quite nice." Was it just her imagination, or was he a little pink, too?
Before she could figure it out, she felt her arm being taken hold of."Oh--" Since January didn't want to be rude and didn't have much of a choice otherwise, she followed Alysson's lead to the food tables. Alrighty then. She was friendly. "So... Have you and William been friends long?" Mere curiosity, you know. Just to start some small-talk since friendship with William was something they seemed to have in common.
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Alysson wasn't actually hungry but had made her way over to the food tables anyway, mainly because William had suggested they go there. So once they'd arrived there she let go of January's arm and briefly glanced behind her to make sure the other two had followed them. They had. Of course they had. Food just magically attracted William. Or, not so magically even.
Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer until January spoke again. Hmm? Alysson thought about this for a moment. "Well, we met around four years ago." Was it five? Three? "But we sort of...lost touch for a while." They were both back now though. Obviously. And staying too. So who knew. "What about you?" If she said something like 'oh, we only met a week ago', Alysson was going to be seriously worried.
Well not worried of course. Wary?
Apparently William was hungry which was not an unusual thing, but Oliver was enjoying watching the two women in front of him. Well okay he was enjoying watching January because he was a good friend and knew that Willy wouldn't like him ogling Alysson.
Oliver scoffed at his friend's 'no sharing' comment. "Fine. I'll just have them both then." Seeing how the goof ball would rather talk to an ex student instead of the two women they had walked in with. No offense Neves dude but Ollie had other priorities.
And that was to finish his conversation with January.
So he left William talking to what's-his-name and stood with the two women. he smiled at Alysson and may have given her a little nod in William's direction as if to say 'he is all yours' before turning his attention to the pretty red head.
"So spirits." he said, flashing her a grin. "I've never actually studied them but I have always been fascinated with them. We used to have one in the house where I grew up. She was an old gypsy woman. She got me interested in the Runes and Divination." Of course all that had taken a back seat when he had decided to take on the muggle world after he had left school. He had eventually come back to it after a few years and had gone into the Department of Mysteries.
Another grin and a shake of his head. "I can't tell you. We had to sign this agreement and the parchment had been charmed so that he could never speak of what went on in there." He had been there for quite a few years but you would never know since he wasn't allowed to talk about it.
Oliver gestured at the table. "Can I get you a drink or something to eat?"
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No, NO SHARING STILL, Oliver! William shot his friend a dirty look. He was CONVINCED that his friend knew squat about spirits and was just trying to impress January. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. He would have to privately warn her about him later.
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João wasn't expecting to hear his name so clearly--from a male, at least, so he looked around sheepishly and confusedly for a while 'till his eyes fell on his former professor.
Frown, followed by a slow but happy smile.
"Professor Williamson," he greeted the man, stopping mourning over the English cuisine for a change. He laughed at the question softly. "Looks like it." He certainly was old to... no, he was going to keep it as a secret until he stepped in the office, because he still couldn't believe his position himself.
But for now, he was talking to his former student. See how they liked that.
"How are you, João?" he asked politely, offering the young man a handshake. "Which department did you get in?" The boy had been aiming to be future Minister of Magic, no? William remembeeeeeered.
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Alysson wasn't actually hungry but had made her way over to the food tables anyway, mainly because William had suggested they go there. So once they'd arrived there she let go of January's arm and briefly glanced behind her to make sure the other two had followed them. They had. Of course they had. Food just magically attracted William. Or, not so magically even.
Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer until January spoke again. Hmm? Alysson thought about this for a moment. "Well, we met around four years ago." Was it five? Three? "But we sort of...lost touch for a while." They were both back now though. Obviously. And staying too. So who knew. "What about you?" If she said something like 'oh, we only met a week ago', Alysson was going to be seriously worried.
Well not worried of course. Wary?
January glanced around the food table, but nothing really caught her eye. She wasn't hungry anyway, so she turned her attention back to Alysson. Four years? Her eyebrows rasied briefly. Much longer than she had known him herself. Lost touch..." she repeated quietly. She knew what that was like.
"Seems like you two are back together now, though," she noted with a small smile, glancing back at William who was now talking to a younger man. January looked back at Alysson and realized she has just said 'back together'. "As friends, I mean," she clarified. "Well... unless it's... more." January gave Alysson a curious look. She honestly didn't know. They hadn't talked about relationships when they went out for coffee, so... who knew?
As for her, "Oh, not very long at all. A few weeks at most. Two or three?" The days ran together, it was hard to keep track. "We actually went to Hogwarts at the same time, but we never talked until we bumped into each other just recently." Quite literally bumped. She smiled fondly at the amusing memory.
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"So spirits." he said, flashing her a grin. "I've never actually studied them but I have always been fascinated with them. We used to have one in the house where I grew up. She was an old gypsy woman. She got me interested in the Runes and Divination." Of course all that had taken a back seat when he had decided to take on the muggle world after he had left school. He had eventually come back to it after a few years and had gone into the Department of Mysteries.
Another grin and a shake of his head. "I can't tell you. We had to sign this agreement and the parchment had been charmed so that he could never speak of what went on in there." He had been there for quite a few years but you would never know since he wasn't allowed to talk about it.
Oliver gestured at the table. "Can I get you a drink or something to eat?"
So, spirits. January raised an eyebrow at the mention of an old gypsy woman in his house growing up. "Really? And what was she doing there?" Wreaking havoc, or just looking for a place to float comfortably? January had seen most sides of spirits, good and bad, in her many years of work. She let off a small laugh. "Runes and spirits I can handle, but I've always been rubbish at Divination. Suppose I wasn't blessed with the sight." And no... she wasn't making fun of it. Shh.
Aww, darn. So many secrets. January looked visibly disappointed. "Not even a little hint?" She couldn't help her curiosity. And it would have driven her absolutely mad if she couldn't talk about her work to anyone, but maybe that was just her.
Oh, how nice, he was offering to get her something. "Oh, thank you. I'll just have water." January gave him a smile and clasped her hands in front of her as she waited. What a gentleman.
It was a balancing act of the arms and wrist to not knock over his plate of elf-made wine...and a crab cake when he spotted Syndil again. Looking less ill, but more annoyed. And she was asking him something. Something that had a right and a wrong answer. Jasper looked to her, trying to remain calm then glanced at his plate of wine ...and the endless supply on the buffet table within their reach. Please, Merlin, do not let this be the way I ring in the New Year and start a new job.
"I was talking to someone at the buffet before you asked to speak to me." He said sounding as though he were reminding her. "But they've gone on to take seats." And wait a minute! Why was she even talking to him? Didn't she want nothing more to do with him? Hadn't he been too awful for her to even process? He wanted to be angry, but ultimately it just fermented into hurt that was quickly suppressed in favour of something more social. "Are you feeling a little better? You seemed..." To hate me. "To have gotten very ill. If that was my fault, I'm sorry." He paused then added, "I have that effect on people. Really, I should've warned you."
Her eyes roamed over the people closest to them looking for the woman whose conversation she had so rudely interrupted. Assuming that was who he was referring to it seemed she was no longer in the area. Her attention was drawn back though as he continued to speak. She opened her mouth to answer but his next few sentence had the words dying on her tongue.
What?! Was he being serious? He was! Everything in his expression, demeanor, and posture said he was being completely honest. And it annoyed her.
Sighing in exasperation Syd shook her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Jasper....You of all people should know how violent our talents have to potential to be and the trauma it can cause on the body. My being sick had nothing to do with anything I saw within you."
It rankled on her nerves that that was his first response. Even more so when she thought about him getting a drink immediately afterwards instead of going to seenif she was okay. That would have been the logical response right?
Her eyes roamed over the people closest to them looking for the woman whose conversation she had so rudely interrupted. Assuming that was who he was referring to it seemed she was no longer in the area. Her attention was drawn back though as he continued to speak. She opened her mouth to answer but his next few sentence had the words dying on her tongue.
What?! Was he being serious? He was! Everything in his expression, demeanor, and posture said he was being completely honest. And it annoyed her.
Sighing in exasperation Syd shook her head and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Jasper....You of all people should know how violent our talents have to potential to be and the trauma it can cause on the body. My being sick had nothing to do with anything I saw within you."
It rankled on her nerves that that was his first response. Even more so when she thought about him getting a drink immediately afterwards instead of going to seenif she was okay. That would have been the logical response right?
DO. OVER. That was what Jasper wanted since the attack of the flying champagne. She had left abruptly and previously angry. What was he supposed to think? That she suddenly wanted to spend time with him? Forgave him for all bygones? He may have been a romantic fool, but he was not as unrealistic as all that. Or did she have this type of reaction for every encounter?
He turned that idea over a little more in his head. Her words reinforcing it. How had he not known that this was common for her post-bond?
Actually, what did he know about Syndil Rivers at all?
He had written off the difference in her from that sweet and serene witch he'd met long ago as a result of his doing, although she still knew everything, perhaps even more now. Held all of the cards. Maybe it would be good to know a few things about the lady? Away from the seclusion of the photo station, Jasper noticed more people in the area and kept his voice down. "I hadn't expected it to be quite so violent. Is that why you were so nervous about me touching your hand years ago?" He asked suddenly more aware of his actions and carefully putting back the stemmed glassware one by one until only the crabcake was left on his plate. He wasn't very hungry.
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DO. OVER. That was what Jasper wanted since the attack of the flying champagne. She had left abruptly and previously angry. What was he supposed to think? That she suddenly wanted to spend time with him? Forgave him for all bygones? He may have been a romantic fool, but he was not as unrealistic as all that. Or did she have this type of reaction for every encounter?
He turned that idea over a little more in his head. Her words reinforcing it. How had he not known that this was common for her post-bond?
Actually, what did he know about Syndil Rivers at all?
He had written off the difference in her from that sweet and serene witch he'd met long ago as a result of his doing, although she still knew everything, perhaps even more now. Held all of the cards. Maybe it would be good to know a few things about the lady? Away from the seclusion of the photo station, Jasper noticed more people in the area and kept his voice down. "I hadn't expected it to be quite so violent. Is that why you were so nervous about me touching your hand years ago?" He asked suddenly more aware of his actions and carefully putting back the stemmed glassware one by one until only the crabcake was left on his plate. He wasn't very hungry.
If anyone had told her that she would be standing at the orientation of her new job (one that was going to be stable and safe by the way) and talking to Jasper Mitterbill she would have called them insane. Coming from someone who has been called insane on several occassions, that was certainly something. She smiled a small wry smile at the serendipitous thought while grabbed a few things from the buffet table. Her stomach was now empty so sustenance was needed. Syd grabbed a few sticky rice balls, two fruit kabobs, and a couple bagels loaded with honey almond shmear and then grabbed her second....oh! wait no. Third glass of wine of the evening.
Jasper's question caught her mid bite of a sticky ball so it took her a moment before answering. "Yes and no. What you just did, open yourself up completely, no one has ever done before." Voluntarily."Normally people are closed off to a point. I'm only able to read what's on the surface. Imagine everyone's emotional state as an ocean and I'm in a boat. I can see the surface of the water easily enough. To see things past the barrier I need to dive down into the ocean, in a sense weasel past their barriers. What you did was put me on an island and then hurl your ocean at me like a tsunami."
Syd thought about telling him the more subvertive things that she had done and how she knew that but thought better of it. Somethings were better left in the past. And definitely were not dinner conversation for "I just found out your not dead" re-meetings. After eating a bagel and sipping some of her wine she shrugged. "Not wanting to touch your hand was a two fold instinctive decision. First I have a hard time with shows of effection to begin with but I also wanted to respect your privacy."
If anyone had told her that she would be standing at the orientation of her new job (one that was going to be stable and safe by the way) and talking to Jasper Mitterbill she would have called them insane. Coming from someone who has been called insane on several occassions, that was certainly something. She smiled a small wry smile at the serendipitous thought while grabbed a few things from the buffet table. Her stomach was now empty so sustenance was needed. Syd grabbed a few sticky rice balls, two fruit kabobs, and a couple bagels loaded with honey almond shmear and then grabbed her second....oh! wait no. Third glass of wine of the evening.
Jasper's question caught her mid bite of a sticky ball so it took her a moment before answering. "Yes and no. What you just did, open yourself up completely, no one has ever done before." Voluntarily."Normally people are closed off to a point. I'm only able to read what's on the surface. Imagine everyone's emotional state as an ocean and I'm in a boat. I can see the surface of the water easily enough. To see things past the barrier I need to dive down into the ocean, in a sense weasel past their barriers. What you did was put me on an island and then hurl your ocean at me like a tsunami."
Syd thought about telling him the more subvertive things that she had done and how she knew that but thought better of it. Somethings were better left in the past. And definitely were not dinner conversation for "I just found out your not dead" re-meetings. After eating a bagel and sipping some of her wine she shrugged. "Not wanting to touch your hand was a two fold instinctive decision. First I have a hard time with shows of effection to begin with but I also wanted to respect your privacy."
His expression was completely guilt stricken as she put it into nautical terms that the son of an Admiral would understand, but he refrained from apologizing as every time he did it only seemed to upset her. Instead, he tried and failed to not look disappointed and embarrassed by his rash action.
"Can you...stop it? I mean, do you have control over...?" 'Have you never been kissed before, Syndil?' He wanted to ask with a sort of playful incredulity. It was something he almost didn't believe. In fact, he had thought, upon seeing her tonight that she would've by now found someone with whom she could've had a family. Hard or easy to affection, she must've known someone before or after. "How much?" He finished his question.
He plopped another crab cake onto his plate, just in case he would be hungry later, though doubting he would. He often lost his appetite when under the weight of heavy emotions. Though seeing her tuck in as she did prompted him to offer, "Why don't we go and sit at the tables?"
His expression was completely guilt stricken as she put it into nautical terms that the son of an Admiral would understand, but he refrained from apologizing as every time he did it only seemed to upset her. Instead, he tried and failed to not look disappointed and embarrassed by his rash action.
"Can you...stop it? I mean, do you have control over...?" 'Have you never been kissed before, Syndil?' He wanted to ask with a sort of playful incredulity. It was something he almost didn't believe. In fact, he had thought, upon seeing her tonight that she would've by now found someone with whom she could've had a family. Hard or easy to affection, she must've known someone before or after. "How much?" He finished his question.
He plopped another crab cake onto his plate, just in case he would be hungry later, though doubting he would. He often lost his appetite when under the weight of heavy emotions. Though seeing her tuck in as she did prompted him to offer, "Why don't we go and sit at the tables?"
Syd paused mid bagel to mouth as a wave of emotion hit her. Guilt and embarrassment tangled in her senses. She tried to make sense of his sudden burst of conscience, going over what had been said that might have set him off. When the light bulb went off she waved her hand dismissively. "That will be enough of that. You didn't know. And how could you? We never really got around to talking about the specifics of our little gifts."
Of course maybe they would have.....if he hadn't of run off like a big chickenand let her think he was dead. But that was beside the point. To her surprise he was then asking her about her gift and again she was smiling. "I don't have control if someone touches me no. I have taught myself how to tune them out however. They flow through my mind like water. Most of the time though its unnescessary. All I see are things that directly refer to whatnthe person is feeling at that moment. Superficial things really. I'd have to dig into their minds in order to get anything valuable."
His suggestion of a table was welcomed. The instruments of torture women wore by convention in this type of setting were killing her feet. She was convinced that the high heel was created by a man since no woman in her right mind would willingly wear the blasted things. So she drained her glass of wine, grabbed a few more bagels and fruit kabobs, and procured her fourth? glass of wine. She used her wine hand to wave him on, lead them to a table.
Syd paused mid bagel to mouth as a wave of emotion hit her. Guilt and embarrassment tangled in her senses. She tried to make sense of his sudden burst of conscience, going over what had been said that might have set him off. When the light bulb went off she waved her hand dismissively. "That will be enough of that. You didn't know. And how could you? We never really got around to talking about the specifics of our little gifts."
Of course maybe they would have.....if he hadn't of run off like a big chickenand let her think he was dead. But that was beside the point. To her surprise he was then asking her about her gift and again she was smiling. "I don't have control if someone touches me no. I have taught myself how to tune them out however. They flow through my mind like water. Most of the time though its unnescessary. All I see are things that directly refer to whatnthe person is feeling at that moment. Superficial things really. I'd have to dig into their minds in order to get anything valuable."
His suggestion of a table was welcomed. The instruments of torture women wore by convention in this type of setting were killing her feet. She was convinced that the high heel was created by a man since no woman in her right mind would willingly wear the blasted things. So she drained her glass of wine, grabbed a few more bagels and fruit kabobs, and procured her fourth? glass of wine. She used her wine hand to wave him on, lead them to a table.
He was trying not to think of it. He was trying not to think of most of that night with her, actually. It had up until that point been far more taxing than he'd anticipated and the part that he was most nervous about on his way out of his apartment that evening hadn't even occurred yet. He still wasn't entirely sure of quite alot, really. But for now it would do to let the lady have the last word on the matter. It put him closer to that starting over thing he was so familiar with.
And besides, wasn't that a smile worth anything? Infectious for soon he was doing it too. Though, a little weakly at first. As nervous and awkward as that day their zetwal met. "No, we didn't." He shook his head a bit in agreement and invited her to go on and taking her plate for her as they migrated away from the buffet and into the seating area.
It would be untrue to say that Vic wasn't concerned that the buffet table would be gone by the time they decided to pass by. The night wasn't young, and there seemed to be quite a lot of those food fans around here, he eyed someone shoving a whole cupcake into their mouth hole. But he tried and kept his steps casual-like and not-at-all-hasty. Ahem.
Oh but lookit! The buffet was safe and sound. Ahemahem. Vic untangled their hooked arms and approached one end of the table, "Would you like something alongside the drink?" He'd like some cheese strings, salami fingers, chili and olive fingers, a muffin, and a cupcake. Just a few of this and that...
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It would be untrue to say that Vic wasn't concerned that the buffet table would be gone by the time they decided to pass by. The night wasn't young, and there seemed to be quite a lot of those food fans around here, he eyed someone shoving a whole cupcake into their mouth hole. But he tried and kept his steps casual-like and not-at-all-hasty. Ahem.
Oh but lookit! The buffet was safe and sound. Ahemahem. Vic untangled their hooked arms and approached one end of the table, "Would you like something alongside the drink?" He'd like some cheese strings, salami fingers, chili and olive fingers, a muffin, and a cupcake. Just a few of this and that...
Drinks aside, the food looked decent, and she was starrrrving, who knew shaking hands, standing and a little bit of dancing could work up an appetite. Though, considering her usual eating habits, it was no surprise at all. If she remembered correctly, she spent much of the last orientation stuffing her face with Rusty and Wes.
Stepping behind Vic and to the side, she picked up one of the plates from the table and started loading it up with food. Everything and anything, so long as it didn't look like it had been touched. Pig-blanket things, crab cakes, meatballs, bruschetta and stufff. Only, she paused at Vic's question. "Two.. no, three steps ahead of you," she announced triumphantly, holding up the already heaped plate. It wasn't all for her, not that she would object to it... but she was willing to share. "Got drinks?"
Drinks aside, the food looked decent, and she was starrrrving, who knew shaking hands, standing and a little bit of dancing could work up an appetite. Though, considering her usual eating habits, it was no surprise at all. If she remembered correctly, she spent much of the last orientation stuffing her face with Rusty and Wes.
Stepping behind Vic and to the side, she picked up one of the plates from the table and started loading it up with food. Everything and anything, so long as it didn't look like it had been touched. Pig-blanket things, crab cakes, meatballs, bruschetta and stufff. Only, she paused at Vic's question. "Two.. no, three steps ahead of you," she announced triumphantly, holding up the already heaped plate. It wasn't all for her, not that she would object to it... but she was willing to share. "Got drinks?"
... wait what?? She'd been productively loading a plate while he stood there and drooled? Ugh. Vic grinned at the bounties she loaded, though, considering whether those were for both of them or just her. He'd never met a girl who was that much into food, so they probably were going to share, proved by her question next. "I'm on it!"
Vic glanced around and attacked tackled one of the "waiters" or "patrons" insisting on taking the tray along with the four drinks perched on top of it. He might or might not used Emily's new status to be able to snag those drinks for themselves right away. He grabbed one of them small dishes that were meant for dessert and loaded some more in case his new boss was indeed a foody girl, then he came back to Emily with a tray of drinks balanced on one of his palms, a smaller plate of desserts balanced on the other, and a bright smile on his face. "Ready." She can lead the way this time.
January glanced around the food table, but nothing really caught her eye. She wasn't hungry anyway, so she turned her attention back to Alysson. Four years? Her eyebrows rasied briefly. Much longer than she had known him herself. Lost touch..." she repeated quietly. She knew what that was like.
"Seems like you two are back together now, though," she noted with a small smile, glancing back at William who was now talking to a younger man. January looked back at Alysson and realized she has just said 'back together'. "As friends, I mean," she clarified. "Well... unless it's... more." January gave Alysson a curious look. She honestly didn't know. They hadn't talked about relationships when they went out for coffee, so... who knew?
As for her, "Oh, not very long at all. A few weeks at most. Two or three?" The days ran together, it was hard to keep track. "We actually went to Hogwarts at the same time, but we never talked until we bumped into each other just recently." Quite literally bumped. She smiled fondly at the amusing memory.
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So he left William talking to what's-his-name and stood with the two women. he smiled at Alysson and may have given her a little nod in William's direction as if to say 'he is all yours' before turning his attention to the pretty red head.
"So spirits." he said, flashing her a grin. "I've never actually studied them but I have always been fascinated with them. We used to have one in the house where I grew up. She was an old gypsy woman. She got me interested in the Runes and Divination." Of course all that had taken a back seat when he had decided to take on the muggle world after he had left school. He had eventually come back to it after a few years and had gone into the Department of Mysteries.
Another grin and a shake of his head. "I can't tell you. We had to sign this agreement and the parchment had been charmed so that he could never speak of what went on in there." He had been there for quite a few years but you would never know since he wasn't allowed to talk about it.
Oliver gestured at the table. "Can I get you a drink or something to eat?"
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No, NO SHARING STILL, Oliver! William shot his friend a dirty look. He was CONVINCED that his friend knew squat about spirits and was just trying to impress January. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. He would have to privately warn her about him later.
But for now, he was talking to his former student. See how they liked that.
"How are you, João?" he asked politely, offering the young man a handshake. "Which department did you get in?" The boy had been aiming to be future Minister of Magic, no? William remembeeeeeered.
Alysson nodded thoughtfully. "We both left the country for a while..." So naturally they had lost touch. Not that January had necessarily asked her to elaborate on the topic but somehow it felt like an important detail. As for the woman's next words, Alysson simply looked back at William for a moment who still seemed to be engaged in conversation with a young man. To be honest, this really wasn't something she wanted to analyze with a woman she'd only just met.
Not that she showed her that in any way. No, her face was graced by a polite smile when she looked back at January.
"I honestly can't tell you." At this she even let out a small laugh, not in discomfort or embarrassment but rather because it was the truth. She really didn't know for certain what was going on but then again, they had enough time to figure that out. Now that they both were back in London that is. "We'll see I guess." No need to pretend that she didn't think there was potential for more there. Maybe.
Oh. "Small world, right?" Alysson didn't really know what else to say. Actually, she sort of wanted to change the subject in general. She was about to open her mouth to ask about January's life before she came here when they were interrupted by Oliver. Who was throwing her a quite pointed look. Well, not so pointed but she caught the drift. Simply looking at him for a moment, Alysson raised her eyebrows with a smile on her lips. "Well, I leave you two to it then." Enjoy! Wasn't she just the perfect wingman?
So she moved back to where William was. "Your best friend needed some alone-time with January." So I'm back. Not that Oliver had actually said anything like that but you know. Alysson offered him a small grin before sending a polite smile at the young man he was talking to.
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... wait what?? She'd been productively loading a plate while he stood there and drooled? Ugh. Vic grinned at the bounties she loaded, though, considering whether those were for both of them or just her. He'd never met a girl who was that much into food, so they probably were going to share, proved by her question next. "I'm on it!"
Vic glanced around and attacked tackled one of the "waiters" or "patrons" insisting on taking the tray along with the four drinks perched on top of it. He might or might not used Emily's new status to be able to snag those drinks for themselves right away. He grabbed one of them small dishes that were meant for dessert and loaded some more in case his new boss was indeed a foody girl, then he came back to Emily with a tray of drinks balanced on one of his palms, a smaller plate of desserts balanced on the other, and a bright smile on his face. "Ready." She can lead the way this time.
It had only just occurred to her that this was going to be a new experience for Vic. The time they met in the pizza parlor, she hadn't been herself. She had uncharacteristically opted to avoid food... until of course he coerced her into having some - not that she had needed much convincing.
While Vic tracked down the wait staff, Emily added a couple of chicken kabobs to the plate, though ought to do it. For now.
After one last inspection of what the table had to offer, Emily turned back to see a Vic had not only managed to acquire them a drink, but a couple AND dessert. "Nice selection," she mused, casting an eye over the treats before leading the way to the seating area, "Yeah, c'mon..." she needed a seat which met her specifications. It was all about the vantage point. A corner would be ideal, close enough to an exit to have a means of escape, but far enough to not be disturbed by foot traffic.
It had only just occurred to her that this was going to be a new experience for Vic. The time they met in the pizza parlor, she hadn't been herself. She had uncharacteristically opted to avoid food... until of course he coerced her into having some - not that she had needed much convincing.
While Vic tracked down the wait staff, Emily added a couple of chicken kabobs to the plate, though ought to do it. For now.
After one last inspection of what the table had to offer, Emily turned back to see a Vic had not only managed to acquire them a drink, but a couple AND dessert. "Nice selection," she mused, casting an eye over the treats before leading the way to the seating area, "Yeah, c'mon..." she needed a seat which met her specifications. It was all about the vantage point. A corner would be ideal, close enough to an exit to have a means of escape, but far enough to not be disturbed by foot traffic.
He was content with what they had so far, and his companion seemed to be satisfied as well. Vic kept his eyes on the buffet table as she led them along it and towards the seating area (he couldn't see a door so she must've chosen to sit down with all those bounties in their hands), and decided that they had a little of everything worth trying on this table. This night was proving to be so heavenly!
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