That got Lucas in a bit of thought. "Right," he said distracted. Every girl had a Prince Charming? Really? Wow. Now Briony talked about her's, he wanted to roll his eyes but that didn't seem like a good thing, or a nice thing. It wasn't too, he did want to be nice. He nodded agreeing with her. If she said that every girl had a Prince Charming then they did, like he said, he was just going to agree with her. He narrowed her eyebrows at her. "That is uncalled for, even if I did have a thick head," he said the last part in a mutter, which he didn't want her to hear but Little Miss Annoying would. "It did," he was smart, somewhere. He just needed to find it. Where was his brain at Hogwarts, that was alright. Or was he getting denser as he grew older? Well he did play Quidditch mostly and work at America. He shrugged. "Well who wouldn't!" he exclaimed. "Of course. What what?" he paused after he noticed excatly what she had said, all of it. "You really know how to make someone feel not good about themselves," he nodded. "Wow, I think that is the first comment I've heard from you which was nice!" That was true, 100 % true! "Okay what does make me older? Just tell me," he spoke, he didn't want to look older, younger would help. He felt old, too old. He just wanted to look 23, that shouldn't be too hard right? "Fine it shouldn't! Hey, I didn't inquire about your age, you asked me first!" Actually she did do that. His "thick brain" remembered. "So I thought the right thing was to ask back," it wasn't polite to ask a woman's age but he did. Now he would never ask any other woman theirs...again!

"You...just don't understand," she mumbled, looking down at the table with a sad sort of look in her eyes. She wasn't all there and didn't always feel right. If the perfect man was around the corner she was take her opportunity to make him hers. "Oh just shut it," she said in a curt tone, looking back up at him and sticking her tongue out at him like the immature adult she was at the moment. He was starting to get on her nerves now. "I am not being mean! You're the one who's being mean by calling me mean!" she hissed angrily. Maybe she should just slap him now. "You just look----older," she sputtered in the midst of her rage. "Yes I asked you, but I didn't expect you to freak out about something as dumb as me saying you look older than you are." He was seriously a Hufflepuff now doubt about it. They could always be annoying.

Lucas frowned and bit his lip while he looked at him. This conversation wasn't going in the way that he had planned. Especially that they were in Cafeteria, with people around. He didn't answer back, he wasn't going to. He just watched as she stuck her tongue out at him. "Fine maybe I am being mean and I'm sorry alright!" He finally spoke, taking all of her anger in. He wasn't angry, he was trying to be calm. "Maybe I do then alright. I admit that I do then." He replied quietly and sighed. "Yeah but listen how would you like it if someone told you that you looked old, I'd think you'd probably take it bad, maybe I'm wrong I don't know but obviously I didn't take it as a compliment," he said calmly without a slight trace of anger in his tone or shockness. Now he was waiting for her to leave, which she would have thought to do ages ago. He didn't blame her.

Briony just gritted her teeth and looked at him. Oh stop being stubborn! she thought angrily. She took a deep breath and finally said. "Alright. I accept your apology. I should apologize too because I offended you for some reason I'm not sure of but whatever," she finished, knowing her little apology was going WAAAAY too long. "Stop admitting things that you aren't even sure about just to avoid us arguing or something," she snapped in irritation. She sat down on one of her hands to keep it from doing something worse. "I guess I wouldn't like it but it doesn't matter in my case anymore. My life is just so confusing and I'm caught up in all of it." Rude things may hurt a bit but she learned to build up resistance to it.

She got up and took a quill and ink out, scribbling something on a piece of paper. "Whenever you feel like finding me, there you go." She stuck the piece of paper in front of him and shoved everything else in her bag. "Seems it's time for me to leave." She turned on heel toward the door, and smiled to herself.

She seriously didn't need to apologise but she did. "Thank you, apology accepted." He nodded. He was a bit cautious now and he made a huge mental note of all the things that ticked her off hoping that this wouldn't happen again because he honestly had no idea what to say around her without causing anything. Erm, well he'd rather do that then argue with her, or will that just turn out to be an argument? It didn't matter! What?! He had no idea how to feel or anything, this woman changed his emotions every two minutes. Which was kinda cool.

Huh? Wait did he just. He watched her left and narrowed his eyes at the piece of paper before reading it. She just gave him a address, her address probably. Why though? Was there someone there to sort him out if he actually went there. But she did give him a address! Grin. Hehe, what a weird meeting eh. He chuckled to himself and pocketed the piece of paper. He wasn't going to lose that for sure.

"It's not bad I went to school here. But I think I should go."She said standing up. "I have a lot of wok to do."She said turning away.

Rin walked into the cafeteria with a soft smile, she needed a break from allof that paperwork and she was hungry.....again. She was not to pleased about the slight bit of weight that she had gained ,but there wasn't much that she could do about it. At least she didn't look like she had gained too much weight, just a tad and it wasn't very visible. She saw and empty table tucked by a window and walked over to it ,taking a seat. She was wearing a set of her medieval dress cut robes, in a deep rich blue today which accented her icy eyes. Hmm now what to order...

What a load of crap!
The shiny black coffee machine outside the employment department wouldn't act and to top it off, there were no mugs! Of course, he could conjure a cup if he liked but that's not the point. Someone is certainly not doing their job. Hmph.

Clutching a slate gray colored plastic folder close to his chest, Marlon's long fingers wandered up to his head and then to his thick brown twisted hair which were raised inches above his head. A cut would do but then again, he was experimenting with how far they'd go. Stepping into the large cafeteria, the aroma of hot coffee made it's way into his nose and he sighed dreamily, as he walked over to an empty table. Technically, it was occupied by a woman though for him, it was an open invitation for flirting. To the rescue.

The chair screeched back against the clean cafeteria floor as he dragged it out and upon sitting realized that the pretty lady was indeed Rin - seeming to be rather stuffed, to be honest. Had she gained weight? That, he'd have to find out. "Hi!" Marlon muttered in a chirp tone, waving his hand at her, "Working hard or hardly working?" How could someone not notice the flash of stress on her features? Poor lady, her dragons are giving her a hard time. Smiling slightly, he cocked his head to the side and leaned back on the chair, "I'd like a black coffee, what about you?" He asked her, shooting a momentary glance outside the window.

Rin was looking down at the menu as she heard footsteps getting closer, she ignored them because being at work this was common. Once she heard the chair across from her screech across the floor and a 'Hi' though she immediately looked up with an expression showing that it had hurt her ears. Her ice colored orbs search the face of who was disturbing her ,to find that it was Marlon. He then said that he was having coffee and asked what she was having. Her face still held a slightly surprised look ,but she smiled. Really? Marlon? She hadn't seen him in a few months. "Marlon? It seems like it has been ages." She said with a pleasant smile. There was no mistaking that it was him even though his hair had gotten longer. "Work depends on the day." And if she felt like strangling Warren or not. "How have you been?" She said warmly trying to erase and trace of stress from her face. I missed you. Where did you go...? She had been to the ice cream parlor quite a few times since thy last saw each other, wondering if she would see him there. Instead she had met Drago and...well that had gone very well actually. Much better than she could have ever guessed. "I think that I am just going to have some tea and maybe a bit of toast." She was still feeling rather queasy and hoped that it would stop soon, it was making her miserable at times.

"Yes?" He replied with a soft smile and conjured a tray of toast, tea and black coffee. Setting the tray in front of Rin, he took a sip of his coffee and added, "London is not being nice to me." Getting kicked out of work in the first week surely made him feel that way. Apart from that, his neighbors were being a menace. They had this..horrible habit of dumping their trash outside his home or either placing their trashcan at his doorstep. "I came here to apply for a job..again. Finding work can be aggravating."

However, all this wasn't his concern as he was used to tough-work and liked achieving things the hard way. "I've been good, a bit broke but good and don't kill me but you seemed annoyed, like REALLY annoyed when I interjected though it's not your fault I can be very irritating." Oh right very true. "Anyways..." He glanced at his wrist watch and looked back at her, "It's not lunch time yet so how come you're already here?"

Rin smiled as Marlon conjured food and placed the tray before her. "Oh, that is no good. London being mean that is." When he said that he had come to apply at the ministry again she smiled warmly. "I am certain it can be difficult. You know you could always apply for my department. I don't know how you feel about having creatures all about your workplace, but if you were so inclined I could put in a good word for you." She said with a nod. He knew that she was a division head and she was sure she could secure his placement if he wished to join. Her and Chad got along splendidly. She wanted to laugh when he started that rapid chatter again. He usually lost her when did so but she had managed to understand him. "It was just the sound of the chair against the floor. I seem to be quite sensitive now. You aren't irritating to me Marlon." She said with a smile. She actually enjoyed being around him, he was charming and amusing. "Ah, I just needed something to settle my stomach. I have to stop and eat light meals more regularly now." She was smiling and silently praying for her morning sickness to stop.

Desmond walked into the cafeteria and looked around curiously. In all of the time he had worked in the ministry he hadn't been in here once. He took a seat and said "Toast and Tea." He wasn't very hungry. He was just exploring a little.

Battered file folder tucked under one arm, Elinor strode quickly into the cafeteria. She never came here--never-- but today it was almost deserted. Quiet. That's what she was aimed on. Without looking at the menu, she opened the tattered file folder and asked for a vanilla cappuccino. Caffine. Good.

Elinor usually looked quite put-together and spotless, but today was...different. Her leather boots had the faintest signs of sand, or dust, and her dark red-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail to try to hide the tangled mess. As she blinked down at the papers in the file folder, she rested a pale arm on the table and pushed gently on her temple.

After a few long moments of sipping on the hot drink and flipping the old papers, she picked one up. This one wasn't old at all. Not crumpled or battered. As Elinor stared down at it, she touched her thumb to her wedding ring on her left hand and pushed her lips together. Wishing she would wake up, she took a long drink of the cappuccino and sighed, blinking almost spaztically.

Erik walked down to the cafeteria to get something other than coffee. They really should keep a supply of other things in their break room. Going through the line he bought a bottle of water and then found a seat to think. He didn't really know what was going on with him but he wished Sam was there so he could talk to him. He needed to talk to someone that was for sure.

To get a donut. That was Sam McDean's mission.

He made his way into the cafeteria and towards one of the empty tables until he spotted someone. That someone happened to be Erik, who was sitting a few tables away from where he was... and he were sitting by themselves. Being the good ol' friend he was, he changed his direction and walked over to him. "Hey Erik," he said, grinning. "Do you they sell donuts here?"

He took a seat across from him, grabbed the menu, and began to look at it.

Erik looked up as he saw Sam come over and sit across from him. "Hey Sam. Umm..probably?" He laughed at Sam and shook his head. "That's what ye get fer makin' that a free for all." He smirked and opened up his bottle of water.

"So what's up? What've ye been up ta?" He hadn't gotten to talk to his friend really in awhile.

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find a good thing to say about that, before finally saying, "If you hadn't brought in donuts BEFORE the duel but waited until afterwards, we might still have some donuts in the office." Hmph. That was the truth, wasn't it? If he had waited to bring them, then they would have gotten smashed and blown.

He looked back down at the menu for a moment and then he replied, "Nothing much. Seriously." He placed his menu back on the table once he located where it mentioned donuts. "I really need to get some excitement into my life because I swear that all I do is come to work, work for a few hours and leave, then I go to my apartment where my crazy neighbor won't leave me alone." And that crazy neighbor helped himself to the food he had in the refridgerator, so he usually never really had much good around.

Yeah, that was pretty much his life nowadays. Sad, really.

"What have you been up to?"

Erik raised an eyebrow as he could almost see the wheels turning in Sam's head, trying to turn the donut thing back on him. "True...but donuts are best in fresh in the morning. "I guess next time I won't bring anything."

Taking a sip of his water he raised an eyebrow. "Ye know mate...there's a flat openin' in mah buildin' like on the level below mine. Ye should come take a look. We'd be neighbours basically since my flat is most of the floor above." It would take him away from his crazy neighbour anyway. "Just a thought."

"I've been...spendin' some time with a girl named Vanessa. She's got a cute little girl. Own's the owlshop in Diagon Alley..." he smiled as he took another sip of his water.

Sam slowly shook his head. "I don't mind if you bring some," he said. "As long as we won't be doing anything that would allow us not to enjoy the donuts, ya know." If they were dueling, like previously, they wouldn't be able to enjoy the donuts... which everyone already knew. "Anyways, I a want donut now," he announced, watching the table as the donut appeared.

He was just about to take the donut off the table until he heard was Erik said. "Really? I will come take a look at it... maybe today," he replied. "I will do anything to get away from where I'm living now." Money wasn't really a problem as of right now, so he could move without worrying too much.

Vanessa, that name didn't sound familiar. He DID know the owner of the owl shop, though, because he had met her earlier... but did she introduce herself as Vannie? He assumed Vannie was short for Vanessa. If not, he was making a mistake with what he was about to say. "Vannie is a sweet girl," he said. "I met her a few weeks ago." He nodded then added, "Do you like her?"

Erik laughed and gave Sam a smirk, "I'll try ta remember that." He laughed and shook his head as a donut appeared at the table. "Sure I'll take ye after work. They're really nice." Well of course they were he wouldn't live there if they weren't.

"Oh ye met her..." Hmmm. Why did that bother him so much? They had agreed to be casual and yet...that really bothered him. "Yes she is sweet." AND HIS! He wanted to say that yet simply took a sip of his drink. "She's nice...we went out a couple o' times." He shifted in his seat and looked at Sam, "So did ye do anythin' else besides meet?"

Sam was happy now because he might actually find a good apartment to migrate to. He leaned back into his chair after taking the donut, but the next thing Erik had said made him straighten his body position. What... kind of tone was that? He didn't really sound pleased that he had met Vannie.

"I'm glad... wait, what?" He was really taken back by the question asked. "Errrrm. No. We just talked, that's all." He might have flirted, but he couldn't quite remember if he did or didn't -- it had been weeks ago. "Look, Erik. I like someone else. You don't have to worry about me," he added, and then he took a bite of his donut.

Erik did his best to look confused at what Sam was saying but was sure he failed. "I..um...I've no idea what yer talking about. Worried about what?" Okay so maybe he had been. He took a long sip of his water and looked around.

"Can I...talk to ye." He set his water down and leaned forward in his chair. "Ye know me. I date different women every day. I flirt and I like it but...." He sighed and looked thoughtful. "I have these feelin's for Vanessa that...well I have no idea what they are. I've never had them before and..mate it scares the crap out o' me."

Sam shrugged. "I don't know," he simply replied. "Maybe I was just talking rubbish about you having to worry about anything." Ha, yeah right. He knew that Erik was probably just a little worried about another man flirting with her or something like that because he had asked if he had done anything else besides meet her. It WAS obvious that he was worried, right?

He wasn't too sure now if he should be more concerned that Erik was scared about this or the fact that he dated different woman every day when Sam couldn't even get ONE girlfriend now. "You date different woman... each day of the week?" He questioned. "Okay, actually, nevermind." No need to let everyone know that he couldn't find a woman.

"Erik, have you ever thought that you might actually like Vanessa?" He asked. "I mean, that's just a thought to think about." He took another bite of his donut.

Nye walked through the doors and the smell of food instantly hit his stomach. Apparently he was a little hungry. “I’m going to grab a snack.” He had a hankering for some mac-n-cheese and hot dogs. Random maybe, yummy yes.

After collecting the cheese goodness and water he turned and scanned the room for Damien. He wasn’t sure if the man was getting a snack as well, or getting a table – Nye had kind of just walked off after smelling the food. One track mind he had.

He spotted Damien on the other side of the room. Making his way across the vast space he saw and over heard bits of allsorts of conversation. Some interesting, some not. Some ladies looked interesting , some not. The ones that did he did his usual wink, head tilt, eye brow raise and smooth smirk.

Finally catching back up with Damien he said, “You know, I’ve had a fling once with a witch. Never again I tell you. Muggle woman are the way to go, sure they a few problems of their own, but for the most part when you’re done with them it’s much easier to disappear.” He chuckled and elbowed his friend with a very ‘you know what I’m saying’ tone of voice.

Putting his tray down on the table he didn’t waste anytime on shoveling the horribly delicious food in his mouth. Mmmm.

Damien nodded to Nye as he said he was going to grab a snack. Damien had no room for a snack after all of the coffee he had consumed in the past little while. None at all.

He watched with mild amusement as Nye came sauntering across the room winking and whatnot at the woman folk... It was hard to look suave while carrying a tray of delectable delights... but Nye nearly pulled it off.

"Well I would take a witch over a Muggle any day, mate. I think they are much more intriguing and whatnot," he said with a chuckle as Nye elbowed him. OW! Grump.

"What is your issue with witches anyway? Just that they're crazy?" he asked with interest.