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SPOILER!!: Chelsea That's a lot of training "Yeah it certainly felt that way at times," Simon agreed. But worth it all in the end even if he had his rough spots. He had had those back in school and no doubt they would be present for the rest of his life. Nothing left but to pull on through it all which was what Simon planned on doing since it was as he had told Chelsea, what he had wanted to do and be for a very long time. "Yeah. He's a magizoologist and had to nurse one back to health after a run in with...well something else in the woods near a trainer's home." As for stories, that was about all he had really been told, at least that he remembered at this point in time. His father had a LOT of stories to tell. He certainly couldn't keep track of them all. "Aww..." Simon couldn't help but say. He remembered his COMC classes. "And you probably were hooked for life." Some creatures just had a way with getting the attention of people...wizards and muggles alike. |
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Food. More food. GinaMarie ate some more of her food before she had the urge to ask yet another question. "What type of work did you do at the American Ministry?" I wonder if their ministry is laid out the same way... "I'm sorry for asking so many questions." GinaMarie apologized. she seemed to be a bit more chatty than normal with asking questions. Eat some more food, GM. Just be quiet. Let Claire do some talking. |
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"Athena. Do you feel particularly wise? What's it like to be named for a goddess, anyway? D'you feel pressured to be... more?" Vivi had all the questions. That's how she worked, really, with her big Ravenclaw brain. "What are you looking at?" 'Cause it wasn't Vivi. |
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Angry women? She laughed and nodded. "I promise you I'll go all angry woman on you if you dare leave without me." Leaving early, she was cool with. But now that he was her date..he wasn't leaving her here alone. Gah. It'd end up with her swatting him with her bag and running after him without her shoes and calling him all sorts of unsightly inappropriate names. "Sharing is caring." Huzzah. She won. Did he have a counter argument? Probably not. She totally won. She wasn't even SORRY. "They make your legs look longer and slimmer." Generally. But she was tall enough to not need them, and her dress was floor length as it was. So not necessary. "Tickets for the circus next month. You in...?" She haaad said she'd take him. |
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"Aw, poor thing." The young woman frowned slightly, thinking about the injured pup. It was most certainly a crup eat crup world, out there. She didn't care for dwelling on it, though. "Atleast your father came across them." The trainer and the bloodhound, that is. Chelsea smiled a bit more as he spoke of being hooked for life. Something like that, yes. "I've always had a thing for creatures, I guess.. I think it comes with the territory of being raised near a reserve. Dogs and crups have always been a favorite of mine," as well as dragons, but she left that bit out for now. "So when I had the opportunity to study the albino bloodhound and care for one for class work, I found them to be so.. incredible, really. So smart, and beautiful, and misunderstood." |
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He nodded as he took another bite. "I'll make sure to let you know when I'm about to bail." He muttered around the mouthful of food. Brad really needed to work on not talking with food in his mouth, but he didn't care right now. He couldn't help but roll his yes again. He swallowed this time before speaking. "What are you...five?" Brad nodded. "I did not know that." No wonder ladies looked so good in heels. But he probably shouldn't say that right now. "Totally. Like I said: haven't been in ages." |
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Oh. She could do that too. But they were in public. Actual public around potential co-workers and bosses and oh Bradley. Haley frowned, shook her head and stuck her hand over his mouth. "You're awful, you know that? Worse than a child." See. She could act like her mother, too. If you asked her, it was a pretty damn good impression too. Beat that, Brad! When she took her hand from his mouth she tutted. "Five. Plus a lot." He didn't know that? Well now he did. Haley just grinned at him, and reached down for one of her shoes. "They can be cute too. All sorrrrrts of colours. But some pinch. But they doooo make outfits someday." According to her sisters, heels could make or break an outfit even. To prove the pinch, she gave him one on the arm. Whoops. Absolutely hysterical, she was! Ar! "Woooferful." Heh. |
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"Am not." Brad knew he was, but he was going to argue that point until the day he died...or actually grew up. To prove the matter, he stuck his tongue out at her. If she wanted him to act like a child, he would. "I dunno. Acting like your five to me. I should know." He zoned out at the talking about how cute they were. Shoes weren't cute. They were functional. Hence the reason heels made no sense whatsoever. Except for making ladies look prettier thing. "Hey!" He jumped when she pinched him back to reality. "Not cool Hales." "Thought we weren't using that one again?" Smirk. |
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Unless Brad was going to make their official escape. "I'm sat here with you, am I not...?" Oh, she was so glad she'd taken her hand off his mouth when he stuck his tongue out. "Child." Completely. Gosh, he was worse than anything and she had the right mind to give him a cuddly toy and a nappy. "Don't be gross in public. We'll get pizza later and you can do that." You know..when PEOPLE weren't LOOKING. AND BOSSES WEREN'T AROUND. If he got her the sack, she'd ignore all his advice and wear her shoes all the time and work forever. "I lied. I won't use it ever again though." Because it still wasn't funny. |
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"I don't know...are you? Are you forgetting things already Haley? We might need to get your brain checked." He just smirked. "Maybe that's why I'm so good at my job." It was true. Brad was able to get along with the kids just fine. "Who cares?" Obviously he didn't. It wasn't like they were going to fire him for acting like himself. Wasn't like there were children around to mimic him. "You talk to me too much." He was rubbing off on her. Not that he minded. |
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Could they talk about something else now? "Yes. He proposed. I said no. I moved back here and well, I haven't heard from him since. That was like ten years ago though." Ancient history, if you ask her. Was it really that interesting? South Africa was interesting though. Suddenly, a pang of envy flooded through her. "I see ... what'd you do there? Were you near the Wizarding School in uh .... Azania or something?" Just curious. |
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Her...brain? The almost-thirty year old blinked at her friend and shook her head, touching it a little. "I think I'm okay." She totally didn't understand where he'd came to the conclusion her brain needed TESTING. Which would probably involve a NEEDLE and NEEDLES.. NO. "Someonemightseeandthinkwe'rechildren!" Which they were not. Of course, he was simply younger than she was, but she was in the last couple of years before half-of-sixty, and she was supposed to act mature. Totes pretending that she hadn't thrown skittles at her sisters earlier, cartwheeled around the garden, or pinched Brad. Totes. Haley stuck her tongue out. "I talk enough to keep conversation with you going." |
Syndil, Claire, & GinaMarie He had entered ahead of the two at a slight diagonal ahead of Syndil, looking back to continue their conversation and ask her a question, "So, it must be at least somewhat difficult to be in a crowded situation then?" He scanned ahead and found a seat next to the American witch (Claire Fayard). Well actually it was more like a seat and a half in the form of two chairs but with room only for the one and some of the other. He placed Syndil's plate down next to the seat by Claire and using his wand pulled the chair out for Syndil. He intended to take up a chair behind and besides Syndil's so that once seated he could effectively absorb and block any accidental bumps or interferences from guests should they float over to their table. "We haven't missed much had we, Claire?" |
Laila!Vic The east corner of the ballroom was ideally set up to meet her needs, and thankfully she didn't have to shun people out of the best seats in the house. Having meandered past a few tables, some occupied, some not, Emily directed them to the table in the corner. It was a more intimate setting. Perfect for face-stuffing, chatting, and observing. "You know.. I think they outdid themselves this year," she said to Vic between bites as she sat down. She wasn't able to wait the walk before trying a meatball, the Swedes did them so well... it was hard to resist. |
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He paused at each empty table they passed, but Emily seemed to have standards even for this sort of thing because she'd pass the table to another until finally settling down on one in the corner. Not Vic's preferred choice, sitting in a corner, but with the food they had and the fact that his companion was an observation enthusiast, this chosen table made sense. He put down the drinks and the desserts, raising his eyebrows at her as she spoke with FOOD in her mouth. Cheater. He grabbed one of the meatballs and popped it into his mouth just as he sat down himself, "Indeed. Although last year I spent it chatting to a couple of socially awkward new employees at the buffet table, urging them to try those tropical appetizers." He set one of each drink in front of her and slid the other two towards him. The small plate of desserts went between them. |
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Still, they both seemed to have made some progress from last year. She had danced and socialised some, even if it was forced for the most part. Vic didn't quite count as being socialised with, she was familiar with him, he was a colleague/employee... and she was never alone at these things regardless of her datelessness. So Vic, was by default, her accidental plus one - the unfortunate soul to get trapped with her company for much of the night. Pulling one of the drinks toward her, she raised it to her lips and took a generous sip before diving in for .... a crab cake. "So how will your sister feel about you spending the night indulging your boss as opposed to finding yourself a lady?" as he had so eloquently put it at the meet and greet, "do you plan on telling her?" or was she going to be his little secret? |
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Actually, Vic didn't mind the company of that one awkward young man. He'd been quite the good sport when it came to tasting weird and unfamiliar food. However, he wouldn't seek him unless Vic was in the right mood. He was munching on a squishy piece of food when Emily shot her question. Vic had to slow down and give this a thoughtful moment in which he swallowed and took a sip from his drink. "I'm not sure she'd ask. She knows she'll lose in most of her interrogations." Prosecutor-y winning smirk right there! "Unless I let her win. Sometimes I do. This time, I think indulging my boss and finding a lady can go under the same category if we're being literal. You are a lady." Remember? Scary boss lady. He toyed with his glass a bit before shooting the same question back at her, "You don't have someone to report to about tonight?" |
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Choosing the pig in a blanket thing, Emily popped it into her mouth whole, and chewed. An amuse grin spread across her face. She could only imagine what that must look like, Vic being interrogated by a younger sister. "Perhaps I ought to give her some interrogation techniques..." Merlin knew she had a few. Though, Vic did have a point. "Smooth," she mused, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Nope..." she added, as Vic began to question her. It was these types of conversations that often led nowhere and resulted in awkwardness. There was nobody in her life, few friends and work aside and she would not discuss it. This book was closed. Emily distracted herself with her drink again. |
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"There has to be something wrong if you don't know if you're sitting with me or not." He smirked. Yep. He was being a bit of a jerk, but whatever. Bradley rolled his eyes. "What's wrong with acting like children?" It was fun to act like a child. Being an adult sucked. "Who's childish now?" Cue an eyebrow raise and smirk. |
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Wait, what? Nooooo. Vic was sipping from his drink when she mused about giving Lucie some tips, and he almost spat it out laughing. "I wouldn't be able to handle that." He wouldn't know for sure, though. Oh. Hmm. That just hit him, and he took his time nibbling on the cake. But yeah, he was always smooth... if he wanted to... or by luck... The negative answer should've been simple and normal, but the way she said only a word, when she was conversing relatively lengthily with him a minute ago, made him consider that as a loaded answer. He didn't stare or pause in his drinking and eating, though. "They did really outdo themselves with the food this year." Vic admired the sticky sweet thing in his fingers before devouring it. Mhmmm. |
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Emily was greatly amused now, her grin turning up in the corner - almost smirk like. Mister Bones wouldn't be able to handle a few questions, if she were involved, somehow. HA! Smart man, but now she wanted to put it to the test. "You know what?" she mused looking from him to the food, then back to him, "I think we ought to have a chat, in my office, first day back. There are some questions I'd like answers for." Or second day, depending on how busy they all would be. Of which she needed to get things sorted out. Picking out not one, but two brownie bites, Emily sniffed one quickly before popping it into her mouth. Despite her surname sometimes being mistaken for the understated dessert, it was one of her favourites. "They did, didn't they," she agreed, "you should try a brownie, they're pretty darn good." Emily looked around for a clock, and found one... she would need to be heading back, soooooon. |
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Oh right, the american woman she had been rude to earlier. Well, she had apologized so she decided to stay silent. Picking up a fruit kabob she ate while sipping more wine. |
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