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She raised a brow in response to Bradley's comment. "Hypocrite much?" Pffffttt, then again, she probably was too. Owing to the fact that coffee wasn't exactly a food group of its own accord. Nope, but it did provide sustenance. "So why nursery healing?" Meaning, why kids? Why not the big kids... the ones that usually cried less. Extending her hand, Emily grabbed at a pastry thing. |
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This time he managed to swallow before answering her question. "I can't help it when the kids get sick. Not like I can just run off and leave them there." Nope. Because that would be cruel and just those poor kids. Bradley shrugged. "I trained as a healer and I like kids and there was a job opening." That was pretty much it. It was either here, St. Mungo's, or somewhere in the States. "Why MLE?" It was only fair to ask the question back right? |
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“And do they get sick that often?” did kiddies not have an immunity these days? Weeeaaak. Why MLE? Her initial response would have been why not MLE, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t be taken too well. Instead she went with her default response, “it runs in the family... it’s all I’ve ever thought of doing.” That last bit was a lie, technically, as she had considered potions as an alternative. |
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Another bite and voíla. No more bacon sandwich. He eyed the line, looking for what else he could eat as they moved up slowly. "That is a very good reason." Heck. He didn't know what he wanted to do until he travelled the world a bit. So good for her. |
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"Go figure..." and here they were impatiently stuffing their faces. After a sniff of the weird pastry thing, Emily stuffed it her mouth and finished it with a few good chews. It was similar to that of a quiche, only, with puff pastry type thing. The savoury goodness was appreciated. "Mmm... it's not really," she said shrugging, "it's hardly original." |
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Brad opted for grabbing another bacon sandwich. It had been pretty delicious. "Doesn't mean it's not a good reason." It was true. Heck, if he'd been at least half interested in what his parents did, finding a career path would've been much easier. |
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Emily tilted her head, neither in agreement or in disagreement with it being a good reason. I was a reason, and that was enough. She stood in line - again - not very patiently as she waited to grab one last thing before paying and scooting back to level two. Merlin knew she had better things to do with her time than.. this.. standing... waiting. Chitchat was not among her skills set, but she was willing to try, for the sake of not wasting time. "So.... you been here long then?" she asked, killing the awkward silence, "at the Ministry I mean." |
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Another question...and a mouth full of food. Bradley swallowed. "A little over a year now. And yourself?" It was only right to ask the same question back right? The line began to shift forward a little more. Thank god. Then he could actually sit down and get some time off of his feet for a bit. |
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As for her, she pursed her lips, doing some quick mental math. "It'll be nine years in August..." she said after a short pause. So yes, she'd been here a while, but she wasn't old by any stretch of the imagination. Still a young bird. |
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Brad looked at her and blinked. "Wow. That's quite a while." He had no idea if he'd be able to stick around for that long. He was always the type of person to move around and try new things. |
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"Mmm," she murmured in response. Quite a while. It was part of the reason why she had managed to climb the ladder to the extent that she had. She was present, and had a perfect attendance record, zero sick days... she didn't have time to be sick. "When you say it like that, I feel old..." so he should take it back. Just to make her feel better. |
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Old? There was no way she was that old. "You're not old. You don't look a day over 25." Brad hoped she wasn't younger than that because then he'd feel like a right jerk. But it was meant to be a compliment. Yes it was. |
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"Mm... not far off, but thanks" she mused at his compliment. She was terrible at accepting them and would usually offer blank stares or begin an argument or debate as to why they were wrong... but she didn't have the time or energy for that, so she managed to accept it, and hopefully graciously. |
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Brad grinned. "You are most welcome." Her thanks wasn't that enthusiastic, but that wasn't going to stop him. |
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Her face was hurting, she couldn't hold the smile for much longer... but... that! that is what she wanted! Emily looked past Brad at the platter of pastries, a cinnamon scroll winning her attention. Stretching out an arm, she nabbed one. Now she would be satisfied, "this'll keep me going for the rest of the day I'm sure," she said, holding it securely between her fingers. |
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He looked to whatever she was reaching for. Ooo. That looked good. And would satisfy his sweet tooth. He nabbed one as well. "Same here. I don't need to be raiding the snack cabinet in the daycare." Not like he'd ever done that before... |
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It didn't surprise her that he went a cinnamon scroll too. They were divine. Then again, most things with sugary cinnamon were. "You do that often?" she asked in regard to raiding the snacks... she couldn't imagine the kiddies having anything good. What, carrot sticks? Juice boxes? Biscuits?... how very dull, but she supposed it would suffice. |
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Brad took a bite of the cinnamon scroll. Delicious. "Not too often." He swallowed remembering it probably wasn't best to talk with food in his mouth. "Just when the day gets really busy or one of the children decide they need to feed me." |
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She took another bite of her scroll before reaching for another one... no, two! more. It would come in handy for when she locked herself in her office with paperwork. “They feed you? Is that even safe?” or was he accustomed to getting food up his nose? |
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He watched as Emily grabbed more scrolls and he contemplated doing the same. And then question again. Bradley just shrugged. "Yeah. I mean, it's just something kids do. They cry a lot most of the time if you don't at least take it and pretend to eat it." Even though he usually went the full mile and just ate whatever was handed to him. |
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Balancing two of her scrolls on the palm of one hand, Emily used the other to continue eating her first. Coming to the food court perhaps wasn't such a bad idea after all... even if the line was slooowww. "Uh huh.." she mused, considering the whole crying thing and pretending to eat. It was perhaps a little out of her range of comprehension. Children. "I suppose making them cry is counterproductive," she noted, cause you know, crying children didn't exactly scream content and well looked after. Emily nod her head, indicating they should move forward as the line continued. Holding the pasty in her mouth a second, she fished in her pocket for her galleons and handed it over to the food court assistant patron person. Once she received her change, Emily slipped it back in her pocket and removed her scroll.... there may have been a bit of cinnamon dusting on her lip, but she was oblivious, no doubt she would lick it off in due time anyway. "I best be off... things to do, people to wrangle," she joked, "it's been nice meeting you Brad," she farewelled. |
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Brad nodded. "Not to mention once one starts crying, more tend to join in." Especially when dealing with the babies. It just kinda worked that ways sometimes. He watched her expert balancing as he started ate his own. Mmm. Delicious. He chuckled noticing the cinnamon on her lips. "Have fun wrangling people. Might want to get that cinnamon off your face first." You know, to be taken seriously and all that. "Nice to meet you too Emily." He smiled and started to go through his own pockets looking for money. |
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Cinnamon? On her face? ... ... Emily licked her lips, tasting it there. "Thanks... was saving that for later," she justified, before giving him a last nod. "Might see you round..." And now she really needed to get back to level two, so she made her way off, walking briskly enough to be quick, but not so fast as to look out of place. Woman on a mission right here. |
For anyone! João didn't have the heart to tell the Minister that he was the wrong person for this job. Not because he had high ego for a better job or anything, not because he would inform the man incorrectly; but because he was accustomed to Brazilian cuisine and, well, he didn't even qualify British meals as 'meal's. He was pretty picky when it came to food, so he probably wasn't going to like anything served here. Still, he was going to give it a chance. He really was going to taste many, if not all, of the dishes, and try not to compare it with Brazilian food. Brazilian food. Longing for it would be a prejudicial approach, but he couldn't help it as he SUSPICIOUSLY eyed the food served there from afar. |
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He came on down the line, his plate filled to the brim with some of the food choices actually stacked on top of each other in double-decker manner, and paused beside a certain former student of his. "João!" he greeted the |
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