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...perfect! Because now he could ask his The former student turned to him with a smile of his own and actually managed not to look at the plate with questioning eyes. "You could say that," he answered after a short pause. He couldn't choose British food. "I take it everything's delicious there?" Y'know, he wasn't curious about his place or anything. |
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"So far," Willy mumbled around bites of food. Ergh. He really ought to mind his manners, especially around impressionable young |
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He doubted his trying day would be any time soon. Would Minister mind it if he went by other's judgment? Try everything? João didn't look surprised, but it was close. He was in awe of the man's enthusiasm, actually. "I have been here a few times," he said, "but I could never have the chance to try anything." Maybe he should overcome his 'Brazilian food only' rule now, with his old professor. Hmm. |
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"Do you wanna try something off my plate?" Maybe João was a picky eater. Like a lil kid who had to be coaxed into eating his food. Heh heh. |
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"Because..." He wasn't... didn't mind him eating. Nope. "Because I'm not hungry during these hours, generally." Let's hope Professor Williamson had never saw him going to a muggle restaurant. Professor. Mister. Why didn't he stay as a professor? The title suited him. Try OFF his plare? Nononono "No, thanks. I'll just, uh, get my own plate." But he didn't head for it. He was just... well, it was VERY impolite of him, but he was trying to fool Mr. Williamson into thinking he would eat later, whereas he wouldn't. And the worst thing was, the man ENJOYED it. Maybe...maybe he could report Mr. Williamson's delicious' as his own? |
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William looked up from his plate when João turned down his offer of food. "No? You sure? I probably have enough food here for two..." he eyed his plate and then his own stomach and then the plate again. "Probably shouldn't have gotten so much...." Or he should have brought a container to take some home in. It was called Spinning some noodles onto his fork, William decided he might as well make conversation with his former student if he wasn't going to eat. "So how are you liking working for the Minister? Do you work closely with him?" He'd forgotten the kid's job title, sadly. Oops. |
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That, he did. But João didn't quite... approve of sharing plates with people either. What if the Minister came suddenly? It wouldn't be a nice view, he was sure. It was too early for them to share plates, anyway. "Maybe you could take it home?" He'd seen that in restaurants. Why not here? Or would it look unprofessional? "Oh, it's--good," he said as he tried to control his smile. "Challenging, definitely." Like how he had to inspect food court without raising too much suspicious? "Yeah, I'm his assistant, after all." Y'know, HE was his assistant. Not anyone else. "How about your job, sir?" Did he even tell him what he did? |
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"Maybe. Lemme know if you see any boxes?" And if not.... "Hey, maybe that's a suggestion you could make to your boss. Take-out boxes in the food court. Wonderful idea." Challenging... really, being the Minister's personal assistant was challenging? William squinted at João from across his fork. "Is he out of the office today? I thought personal assistants basically had to follow the Minister around, taking notes on everything he said or something..." Or was that what the undersecretaries did? Seemed like a dull job either way, even if it was an honor or whatnot to work directly beside THE Minister for Magic. "Heh," William chuckled at the topic of his job and picked up a roasted chicken leg from his plate, "my job is... different. I thought there would be more dragons involved and fewer creepy mutants running around this plate." He bit off a bit of the chicken and chewed thoughtfully. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about those, wouldja?" João was important now, working closely with the Minister. He might know things. |
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...nah, he wasn't going to disregard his words. Now that Mr. Williamson thought he ate lunch late, he would. That squint? The question afterwards? Why did people have such a negative approach to his job? "He is in the office, he just allows me some free time too." Actually, his job WAS inspecting food court. He was just asked to do it silently. "So I barely follow him around." In spite of what everyone thought, it was more fun than any other department, plus the honourable title. Dragons? Right. How could João forget 'Roro'? He should have known. He tried his best to keep the fear and disgust away from his face. Dragons and creepy mutants. He was lucky they didn't roam around his level, but he wasn't deaf either. "Just the general stuff everyone's talking about," he said with a small frown. "Do you know where they came from? Or what they are?" Or how to... eliminate them upon encounter? |
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"So what does a personal assistant do, exactly?" Williamson stabbed a few green beans off his plate. "Forgive my ignorance," he added, belatedly, "I've never had an assistant." Or a secretary. Or even a house elf, though his parents did have a few. He missed any reaction João might have had to HIS job description --- dragons were awesome, yeah!!!!!! --- and continued eating. Wellp, more than half the plate was empty now... might as well finish it, eh? "No clue," he replied with a slight shake of his head. "I caught one in my pants a few weeks back. There was something weird going on with the albino bloodhounds too." And he wasn't even in charge of those pups. |
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He then nearly choked on his roast beef at the former student's reaction to his pants story. Why, he hadn't even told it yet! "Yeah, apparently it likes dark places, this one did anyway. So it climbed up my leg and my boss made me take off my pants since it was attached." Wiliamson grinned at the personal assistant boy. "I felt it all right. But luckily it was on the OUTSIDE of the pants, til I removed them and wrapped it all up, anyway." And then the creature had gone right to sleep! Amazing what swaddling, soft fabric, and dark could do for creatures. |
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'Sides, mutants climbing on legs. He had to learn about THAT. Dark--yeah, trousers were dark. João looked dumbly at him with his mouth open and all. "You're--" he was--grinning. The former student blinked. "But why didn't you--" kill it right away, but that would probably be a dramatic question and João doubted Profe--Mr. WWW had the guts to do it. He sure didn't. Ignoring the images of 'bare-legged Mr. Williamson' on his mind, he could finally articulate a full sentence: "So they are, uh, tamed enough to handle that easily?" |
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He tilted his head at the boy's unspoken question and quickly, abruptly, shook it. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered killing the thing on the spot, but there was no way he could really do that with January and Harmony present. He just couldn't. "I don't think they're tame right now," he replied slowly, thoughtfully, tapping his fork on his plate a few times as he stared off into the distance. "But were they domesticated creatures once? Probably. What happened to them, though? Why are they going all... crazy right now? What MUTATED them?" He dropped his fork with a small, final clatter onto the plate. "That's what we've got to figure out, João. That's the problem here." Or one of them, at least. |
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...not tame? Blimey! João wanted to run out of the building right at that moment, but he sat there listening to his former professor. "They...maybe are experiment animals." If there was one thing that made him nauseous, it was thinking of experiment animals because how they were generally rats and RATS were... he shuddered visibly. "Have you asked it to mystery department?" WHO knew what they did there?! |
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"Maybe they are," he shrugged and pushed away his plate. This was sounding more and more like a mystery he wanted to solve. Would João help? "I haven't... do you think THEY were the ones doing the testing?!" Good thought, João, good thought. Will hadn't even considered the angle that it was a problem stemming from the inside... Maybe he ought to go down there and poke around later. |
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Aliens. Haha. João wondered what Pro--MISTER Williamson would think about THAT. "I just know no one but them are allowed into the chambers," he said, "and if they came from outside, muggles would have announced it to the world. So it is either the securities' fault that they didn't search someone thoroughly," what would ASPEN think about that?, "or them. The Mystery Department." Because this logic was logical. |
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"So you wanna check it out with me sometime, João?" Will was sort of grinning at the boy conspiratorially. What, a Slytherin had no fear. At least not when it came to TOTALLY NON-DANGEROUS PLACES like the Department of Mysteries. Pfffffft. That place was for babies. Human resources, on the other hand, in the Minister's office? Terrifying. |
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"I hope it isn't anyone's fault, though," he said as if he was this terribly kind person. Merlin. He would only LAUGH if it did turn out to be a security fault. He was as cold as Arctic ice when it came to stuff like this, but he knew WELL to pretend he cared and had a big puffy heart in his chest. He smirked then knowingly. LIKE he WOULDN'T! "If I won't trouble you, sir," he said like the well educated aristocrat he was, "because this is a problem to be tackled." Nod nod. He WANTED information for his own reasons, and he was going to get it. |
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If it wouldn't trouble William... "Of course not! Call me P.I. Williamson. We got this." |
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"I hope it is," he said as his tone was kind of hopeful. He didn't need to add people were going to be fired if it wasn't. He didn't care, but Mr. Williamson had never struck him like a 100% ambitious, sordid snake. João knew eloquence. He smiled a little, then. "When will we... meet again?" To investigate. João couldn't help but get excited by just thinking how PLEASED The Minister would be if his own personal assistant found out what happened. He also knew he shouldn't investigate on his own, but only an idiot would turn down the chance of being the hero. |
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With that, Willy stood and grabbed his tray of food to go dump it. He paused beside the table. "You owl me or send me a memo or something, okay?" |
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Maybe he should call his father and ask about it. He was leaving? João got up out of respect too, and nodded. "Will do. Have a nice and mutant-less day, sir." He, on the other hand, was just going to keep starving here and observe the people's faces to determine the quality of the food. |
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