All mine ;)
 

Gregory wandered around the party which was much better than the last one he went to or maybe he was a lot less nervous now. Though he still didn't know hardly anyone here. Maybe he really should get out more. Looking around he spotted Amethyst and grinned.

He walked up to her and smiled, "You look as bored as I feel," he said with a chuckle. "Should have told me you'd be here we could have gone together." He kissed her cheek and smiled. "You look fantastic by the way."

Sabel smirked as he shook his head. "It isn't something that seems to get better with age, is it?" Even with practice, it just took some people a very, very long time.

But what was this? "A look?"

Sabel blinked at the woman as he tried to sort out what she meant. He looked like an Auror? That would be a mighty big problem, especially given half his job was trying not to look like an Auror. He glanced back towards the buffet table, trying to see the other MLEr's. It was hard to say whether or not they looked like Aurors, or Aurors-to-be, too given he was so used to seeing them. A look. An Auror look.

He scrubbed his chin. "Strange, I thought I gave that up by avoiding the sunglasses." He was going to have to work on that.

So they did make Charms. He was looking at one of the inventors of magical spells. Wasn't that just something? Though she made it sound pretty mundane, what with the talk of cubicles. Cubicles seemed important though, to help contain the blast radius of charms gone wrong, or protect the integrity of creativity from co-workers until said charm was done. "You know, I had no idea that the Ministry did that. What's the best charm you've made?" Or was that top secret?

As for what he did, Sabel laughed. "I'm not sure about more interesting. We Auror's just use the charms you make to catch lawbreakers." He wasn't going to say bad-guys, because that too encompassing of a term. Some of the people they ended up catching were just misguided or ignorant. Most of them though, fell into the category he failed to use.

like a moth to the flame? :P
 

Nobody had bothered to speak with her, but then Amethyst hadn’t found that entirely surprising. It wasn’t as if she was the type to stand out in a crowd, and in some ways she preferred that. She could talk to people, yet she didn’t see the need to interrupt any of the conversations going on in the lounge area around her just to speak. There was still the matter of going up to introduce herself to the new Minister, and the several new faces she saw up at the head table. Until then, she was fine with her glass of wine and just sort of observing the room. Maybe it was a remainder of her former profession that led her to feel the need to be aware of everything, or just being a mother of a three-year-old. The reason didn’t particularly matter.

Until someone had finally approached her, and she’d turned an inquisitive look toward Gregory as he’d spoken. “Not bored,” she corrected, the soft hint of a blended accent still coming through, although the Scottish lilt was even stronger now that she’d been living there a year longer. She imagined her accent would never fade, even though it had been possibly decades since she’d been back to either France or Italy. “I hardly see how going out to Queensferry to meet me just to return to London would have been easier for you,” she pointed out, as he’d made his comment about them both being there. She would have hardly missed coming, given her job position and everything, and the changes that had happened in the Ministry. She’d blinked as he’d kissed her cheek, anyhow, surprised. “Thank you.”

LOL moth to a flame smh
 

Gregory smiled at her and part of him wished that she would smile back. It seemed like she never smiled. Well obviously she had before but at least then he would have known she liked him back. SIIIIIIIIIGH. None the less he was still going to try. "Hmm if not bored than what then," he said with a grin glancing around the room. Seemed pretty boring to him anyway.

He laughed as she said it wouldn't be easier. "Well I have already done that so...wouldn't be any more difficult either." Hmm where'd she get the drink he could use one. Maybe he should've walked to the food first. "You're welcome," he said quietly and smiled. She really was gorgeous. "How's your daughter doing?" Next time he came over he was bringing a gift for her. Yup. Was going to happen. Well, if there was a next time. Maybe he was getting a bit ahead of himself.

Things were awkward. Amethyst knew that, just as much as she knew there was no way Gregory could have known exactly why it was awkward. It was all on her, but then, she didn’t think it was right to just outright tell him that she’d been in a relationship with a coworker before and it had ended badly. He knew she had a daughter, but not how Jemma had come to exist and honestly, she felt more comfortable not getting into that. Especially since she knew it would have been oh-so-easy for parker to decide he wanted to work for the Ministry again, if a different one than they’d worked for before. It was simpler to just keep everything more casual, not worrying about what might happen. “Just observing. Working up my courage to introduce myself to the new Minister and anyone else I might find myself working for or with,” she responded lightly, taking another sip of her wine.

She’d noticed the woman at the place of honor next to the new Minister, after all, and that she was decidedly not Gavin. It only piqued her curiosity, but first she’d laughed softly at his little quip. “True enough, but I feel my point still stands as well.” She’d found her way here on her own safe enough, after all. She wasn’t weak, and she felt she’d proven already that she didn’t need a man to do things for her. Another moment of surprise occurred as he’d asked about Jemma, though. It seemed he was accomplishing that much too easily. “Jemma’s well. She’s back at home, likely irritating her uncle with pretending to be Merida,” she answered, amused at the thought. But then, Léo was just as likely to play along.

wrappin' up? :3
 

Well it does seem like he and this guy have hung around the same neighborhood more than one time "I live in a wizarding town near the Catskill mountains." it was unplottable see, one of the few spaces where they were still free to be Wizards without Muggle prying eyes. He nodded his head at the mention of his current Alma Mater "Finishing my degree at Salem too, just a few more credits, wrap up my thesis and thats it." and then he's a full fledged Engineer woohoo!

It's short and a million years too late but here are and I'm so sorry.
 

Nadia smiled sweetly at the woman. "Have you met anyone else in our department yet?" She hadn't but she was hoping to meet the department head tonight. Nadia had all of these different questions and she just didn't know who to ask. It was so much different than working at Beauxbatons but this was what Nadia had gone to Wizarding University for, Magical Law. She hadn't forgotten what she learn even with teaching Divinations.

"Have you met our Department Head yet?"

Yess wrapping up XD
 

Nathan nodded. "So you still live out there? Is the time difference weird for working out here?" It was like five hours different, right? That sounded pretty annoying to keep up with. "Nice.. Nate was about to say more when he thought he spotted Eliora.. Mmhmm on the Dance floor though. "It was nice talking to you, But please excuse me. Maybe i'll see you around." He said to Vickers, preparing to head off and seek out Eli.

Sorry I'm late D:
 

"Nice to meet you, Emalee," Ronnie replied with a smile, shaking her outstretched hand. She then raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really?" She asked, cocking her head slightly. Shouldn't she have been told this or something? Hmm. Ah, well. "That's awesome! I can't wait to be working with you then." She beamed.

Children. Ronnie blinked at the mention of this and gave her friend a thoughtful look. "Well," She started, moving a strand of hair out of her face. "I would love to have some of course. I've always wanted kids. We've just never really talked about it, y'know?" The red head gave a shrug. She was sure Jory would want to too, though.

"Enough about me though, what about you? What have you been up to lately?" She then asked, beaming at Jazz.

Emmalee nodded. Yes, it had been a rather sudden shift over the holiday break. She'd thought it best to wait until people had returned, rather than send an owl - transitions in leadership tended to make people nervous and who wanted to spend their last few days of holiday worried about changes at work?

Besides... Emmalee had been a bit... personally occupied.

The woman nodded. "Yes, Bryce apparently had an opportunity elsewhere he couldn't refuse," or something. Emmalee wasn't actually entirely sure why he'd left so suddenly. "I don't want to keep you with work conversation," she smiled. "It is a party, after all. But... do come by my office when we reopen? There are some things I want to discuss with you. All good."