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"Nothing wrong with the name Hunter," Caelan replied mildly, taking a sip of his coffee. "It's cute when girls have boyish names. I used to date a girl called Charlie." She was definitely not as boyish as her name implied. Turning the cup in his hands, he observed the older woman who had struck up conversation with Hunter, passive interest written on his face. They were coworkers after all, so it would be good to know something about them. Enough to have something to chatter about during the day, and all that. Right? "Duly noted." Ollie was male. Maybe he and Hunter should've switched names? Then again, Ollie was probably not short for Olive or something like that. There was most likely an actual man name attached to it, somewhere. His attention lapsed slightly, barely attentive of the buzz of voices around him for a moment, before he raised the cup to his lips again. "Ireland's not that bad... they just seemed fascinated by my being there. Didn't want me to leave." Caelan hadn't the slightest clue why. He'd chalked it up to attraction, but surely that couldn't be the reason for all of them. Hmmm. "I'll be glad to not go back for a while. I miss my own apartment." |
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It was unusually lazy day at the office for Egypt. She wasn't under any deadline and frankly had nothing to do. She walked into the lounge room finding it empty. That was unusual. People seemed to think this was a good hiding place from Ian and it did prove to be a good choice. He never went into the room. Egypt swept her long hair out of her face and gathered it up and started to French braid it as she walked over to one of the sofas and sat down. It felt good to be messing about in her hair it was always so relaxing for her. She flicked her wand at a bottle of gillywater sitting on the counter and it bobbed over into her outstretched hand. Might as well relax while she didn't have a deadline to meet. |
It's not that her office was not comfortable enough. Merlin knows it was. It even had plenty of things to distract her from work, that how she managed to get it done was beyond her, especially now that the puppy was still there, she didn't fancy leaving him at home. And it wasn't much of a puppy either, the dog had a year already, but still. Sienna walked from her office to the lounge area because...you know what? She wanted something else than water to drink. That was the truth. And she knew she'll be staying away from sweets, but she wanted something else...and so she came in the hopes that Ian remembered to stock this place. |
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Plymouth might have been skipping a little as he entered. Sometimes, he skipped okay? It happened. He would have been unashamed too, if .... .... Mrs. Sienna hadn't been in the Lounge Area. Plymouth was going to get Hunter some coffee BEFORE delivering her invite. Now - GULP - it looked like he'd be giving Mrs. Sienna's her first. WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN HERE? "H-HI. I wasn't being away from my desk." Really. Well, sort of. "I mean, I'm actually supposed to be away from it." Merlin. DON'T FIRE ME. |
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What was the man doing away from his desk? And who was now attending the Front Desk?! Haha. No. Kidding. He could take breaks from time to time, it's not like she expected to see him there 24/7. Plus, she'd seen him this morning which was all that mattered. For all she knew he could be standing the whole day away from the desk, but if she saw him whenever she stepped outside or came in, then it was all good. She...smirked, and then raised an eyebrow. "Plymouth...," yes, first names, "...what do you mean you're supposed to be away from it?" she was actually wondering if someone rather important was coming to the Prophet and Ian wanted the Secretary away from his post. |
Plymouth straightened his robes self consciously, then went searching on his person for the invites. "I was supposed to pass these out to everyone. They just came. I was ..." ... bringing yours last? Plymouth didn't finish his thought and just nervously handed over Mrs. Sienna's invitation. |
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Well, she didn't have any issues with Plymouth being away from his desk, since he was delivering something to the staff. And to her. She didn't comment on it, though. Oh, yes, Plymouth, be afraid. Or not. The woman eyed the invitation and took it from Plymouth's hand. Bertie Borr? Who was that man? There was a frown on her face from the confusion. And who on Earth gets 'Bertie' as a name? Unless it was a Bott, it didn't make sense. Her body was turned to the Secretary guy, "Do you know who this Bertie Borr is?" Ah, she didn't like Ministry parties, but she always had to be there. It used to be a bit more fun when Rico was still around. Her eyes landed on the rest of the invitations, and she wondered, "Is it for the whole staff?' Eyes on Plymouth now. |
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"Uhhmmm..... not really. He taught an Astronomy class? Or Defense Against the Dark Arts?" neither of which were high on Plymouth's scale of pertinent or O-worthy classes. "Back when I was at Hogwarts a few years ago. Hehe. But he gave us ALL invitations." As in, the Secretary too. Hehe. He was staff, right? RIGHT MRS. SCARY SIENNA? "Mr. Hoshino said I could go if I didn't put my fingers in my mouth - which is easy enough." |
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"I see," she said, entirely disappointed at Plymouth's answer. Wasn't he supposed to know anything and everything that happened around the whole world? Er, not really. So, he was forgiven. That was Ian's job. 'He gave us ALL invitations.' "Did the man bring them himself?" she asked, tilting her head to one side, the hair gleamed as the light hit it even more. If this Borr brought them himself, then be prepared for a very boring party. And then Sienna smiled, kindly, "Did he? And why would you want to go?" |
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"Oh no, no. He sent someone." Plymouth paused, trying to remember if the fellow had given a name. Had Plymouth asked? Or had he been too excited about the invites? Hehe. Ooops? Probably why Plymouth Morgan was not a journalist at the Prophet. Details weren't so important in the face of something EXCITING. .... he was getting the vibe from Mrs. Sienna. She was totally about to tell him,wasn't she? Would it still be a no if he just bolted now? He DID consider it, and even went so far as to peek over his shoulder. "Because.... we... were invited. It's a party. We got special invites." So they'd probably have their own section or passes and access to fun things, right? "Should be fun.............?" Please? |
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Sienna nodded, and then eyed the boy. Haha, yes, boy. His reasoning was, quite logical, and she'd heard that those Ravenclaws from Hogwarts usually were. Why was Plymouth Morgan a Secretary again? She was nodding, and nodding, "Mmmmhmmm, I see," and she made no further comment. Instead, she eyed the invite once more. Special invites? They got special invites everywhere. They were the Daily Prophet, after all. 'Should be fun'. Oh, she hoped it was. Mrs. Knoll-Walker smiled again, "Yes, exactly, it should be, just follow Ian's advice and everything will be fine." She finally said, with one nod and another smile. Yes, Plymouth you can go to the party. "Thank you, for giving me the invite...," she said, eying him once more, "...now, go on, give them to the rest of the Staff," even the youngest one, Kururugi, yes, "Go on, go on," she said, gesturing for him to speed up on his invitations-giving task. The sooner he was done with that, then the sooner he'll be at his desk. |
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Plymouth hesitated, waiting for the other shoe to drop. She was going to .... say more? Tell him what to wear? Tell him she forgot he needed to work that day....? ... No? Hehe. He griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinned like a lotto winner and RAN away. SPRINTED away even. No coffee for Hunter, but he was GOING to a PARTY. |
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But he'd gone off to finish his assignment. All for the better. And she needed to...er, there was really nothing here to drink, Ian needed to restock this as soon as possible. Sienna was going out. But first she needed to get her handbag from the office, and THEN she'll leave the Prophet...for...an hour or so. Yes, she was heading off to buy something to drink. And possibly as some random shopkeeper about Lord Borr. Whoever the man was. |
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