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"One minute I was going down the corridor--next minute, I went through a door, thinking it'd get me to Level Four--and here I am!" She chuckled and fiddled with her ring. "I'm Ember by the way, Ember Brighten!" Had she brightened this woman's day yet?! "From Level Four! Creatures!" Hehe. The woman was very pretty. Did she know? Of course she knew, she looked like the type of woman who knew. Ember huffed a little and lifted her knee, setting her foot on a step so that she could rest the boxes on her knee. |
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Not enough coffee in the world to deal with this. But she would try. Instead of commenting, Eliora downed the cup of goodness in her hand and took another look at the other stair inhabitant. Yikes. It got worse. Someone had inflicted the poor surname of Brighten on this one? No wonder she was as chirpy as a dirty pigeon in a park at feeding time. OM NOM NOM NOM BREAAAADDDDD 238493703984 PIGEONS ALL UP IN YO GRILL. Ah. Maybe the coffee was in her system enough.. "You'll get to level four if you keep climbing." Please keep climbing. |
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"Thank you so much! Are you from Level Three? ARON'S department?!" she asked with a squeal. "Aron is so funny, he is. He hates me," she sighed in a pleased way. It was entertaining, was all, his hatred for her. Hatred was probably a strong term, but it was close enough. "Your coffee looks great! I hope you're enjoying it--and your day!" It was nice to...ehe...BRIGHTEN someone's day, you know! |
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His reputation was wonderful, wasn't it? Eliora couldn't happen but laugh at the fact this woman was sure that he hated her. "Aron loves me." Just a comment, but it held so much. The secret of the level that Aron was to leave his wife for Eliora. The secret that Aron and Rusty were in daily competition to wow Miss Dodderidge into their arms. And the secret that she was playing hard to get at every turn. (Lies, lies, lies.) "Tell him his trousers fit him nicely. He enjoys compliments about clothing fit." Another lie. "OR... tell him that he's ageing well. He told me how he thinks it is the complete opposite." Oh wowwww. Today's coffee was a real hoot! It was giving her all this power over someone she didn't know. LYING LIAR SHE WAS. Eeeeeeeee. "Did you know that the coffee on level three is better than any in the whole entire ministry?" Pity that Eliora wasn't sharing with Miss Brighten. |
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Aging well? Ember nodded. "Well..it is nice to hear that as you grow older, you still look as dapper as always." Okay so...tell Aron he had nice trousers--NO, that his trousers fit NICELY and that he was aging quite WELL. As for the third thing, Ember nodded. "I've heard. Alexa Cambridge from MLE told me. I should really go check it out...ACTUALLY what I'll do is bake some cookies for Aron tonight and DELIVER them tomorrow and tell him he has nice pants and a nice aging face or something--" that was almost correct, right? "And THEN he will like me and I will no longer be banned from level Three." |
"Thank you!" Oh, it was so nice to be appreciated for how good she looked. No one would believe she had had two children, right? Who cared if they did! "Yes. Rusty and Aron go trouser shopping together! They're so cute." In all the extended meanings of cute. Oooooooh men and their trousers oooooooooh!!! Cookies, though? "You have to make sure it sounds like it's coming from you, Miss Brighten." Because right now? It sure as heck didn't seem like it. Cofffeeeee sip. "Just tell him nice things. Tell him he looks regal from certain angles. I bet you'lll blow his heart up." And then maybe he'd cry on Eliora's shoulder and she would get to be the saviour and kiss his head until he felt better. Was that professional? Did it matter? Nope. "...Why are you banned?" |
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"Rusty...I forgot his surname." She said. "But I totally know who that is? He seems kind enough." At least to her. Everyone seemed kind until you got to know them, though! She laughed. "Trousers? Really? That's cute." Did men normally shop together? Hmm. "Oh, I will, don't worry." She smiled. "And oh...like...side angles?" she asked. Because a lot of people did look great at side angles! |
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... ........... ..................... "Ugh." She was one of those people that put colours on things wiTHOUT PERMISSION. OENJENKJERNFKJDSNBDHJA. ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. ONE OF THEM. ONE. OF. THOSE. PEOPLE. COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE. "Aron doesn't need colour in his life." Not when he had her by his side. |
The metal treads clanged as his ordered foot falls came in contact with them while he walked up the spiral staircase. Sure the lifts were a faster way around, the private floos even more so, but the rare staircases, no matter how out-of-place they might seem, sometimes provided the best way to get from place to place and do full rounds of all the in-between areas. And so the security man was on his way down, in-between both of his 'offices'. He nodded a polite greeting to the man he crossed paths with as the other headed up to his own destination up on Level One eventually if he was correctly identified. Simon tried, but there were so many employees to keep exact track of people. All he knew was he wasn't out of place so no trouble and thus not an issue to look into in the eyes of the observant former auror. |
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Becca had instantly written the tea off as a lost cause and instead chose to save her morning oat muffin. It didn't take long to make, but it was the only one she had left from the batch she'd made and she was REALLY looking forward to it. Somehow, she managed to catch it before it had even slipped very far and cradled it. "I've got you, precious carrot and courgette muffin." Amazingly, it was an addictive taste, even though you had to get used to it first. Once she was sure it was safe, she looked up to see who had been the reason for her lost tea. "Oh, hello. I'm sure I know you. You're MLE?" She'd seen him at both the training and 'welcoming party' for the Ministry. |
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"Hello...um sorry about that," he apologized as he returned her greeting, and her cup. His attention no longer on flying items, Simon now fully registered just who he had accidentally bumped into. Of all the people...his boss' wife. Just his luck at the moment. "Yes, I am," he confirmed with a nod. "Simon Bennett," he introduced politely. The younger man would have offered a hand but hands being full had already caused enough issue. |
On the fourth to top step of this stupendous spiral staircase lay a lounging, sprawled Morgan P. Nickels and five books, all of which were on page 123. He finished that page in the first one, a muggle sci-fi novel about a dystopian future where dinosaurs roamed the earth again, and people had started growing feathers from places, and moved on to the second page, page 123. Nonfiction, wizarding. Louise Carter's book about minorities. Which he had read exactly 7 times now. Once he was done with that page, he'd move to page 123 in the third book...and so on. So forth. Reading like this kept him on his toes. Not literally, since he was on his behind right now, propped up by his elbow. "Ah, the lovely, twisted follicles of faith in the future," he muttered, now on the fifth book's 123rd page. He had paperwork to fill out. It was tucked behind his ear, rolled up like a map. He had a special quill to procure to sign things, though. |
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Today he found himself exploring the spiral staircase, with a tea in one hand and some notes in the other (to make it look like he was actually on some kind of mission here). It was only when he saw the random guy lounging at the top of the staircase when the Gryffindor found himself stopping. "Uh, this is kind of a strange place to catch up on reading... Don't you think?" Question: Did Zander Adair realize that he was speaking to the Minister of Magic? Answer: No, of course not. |
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Morgan P. Nickels proceeded to move on in his reading. "I assume you work here. Unless you don't, and then I have to question why you'd be wondering around.........breach of security and all. Have you ever been arrested?" He didn't look up from his readings when he asked this. |
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........ Uh. Was it actually funny? 'Cause neither of them were laughing? "But uh, people are probably walking up and down here all the time, right?" These were stairs, that's what they were meant for? "Doesn't that bother you?" Or get distracting? Or uh, doesn't it bother the people trying to walk up and down? This guy clearly wasn't all that considerate. Did he think he owned this place or something? Who was this guy? Uh. Zander blinked. "Uh, yes I work here. No, I've never been arrested... One time I got a detention, but I don't think that's the same thing," why he felt the need to say that was... unknown. "Why would you think I've been arrested before???" Zander had SO many questions. "Have YOU ever been arrested?" |
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Oh, a detention. That got a frown from Morgan P. Nickels. "What did you get detention for? I can't believe this place would hire anyone with a record." Or maybe it was cool that they were hiring people with a record. Giving people second chances and all that kind stuff was what life was about, Morgan thought. Also, he was kidding. A detention was hardly a record. But his tone was serious, and he decided not to let the young man in on this joke either. "You seem like a very serious rabble-rouser, if I'm honest, and only once, when I was very young. But it was for a good reason." Again, it was a lie. Morgan was a WADA graduate, though, and he enjoyed flexing his skills here and there. Lying? Acting? Was there a difference? The minister yawned and streeeeeeeetched his neck out. "I have business to attend to on Level One. Perhaps you'd like to accompany me and help me find an office." |
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It was then when Zander noticed how the man was reading his books. Um. Zander had met plenty of strange people in his life time, but this dude was about to take the cake. He wasn’t sure how to ask about the strange reading method without coming off as entirely rude, so he held back for the moment. But it didn’t stop him from blinking a la man-blinking-gif. “Uh,” Zander’s entire face went absolutely RED. A detention was hardly a record… Right? “I was just trying to be a good prefect, but I mishandled the situation. It was only once though and the school staff trusted me enough to promote me and everything,” was that reassuring enough? Of course, he didn’t have to prove anything to this guy, right? Not like he was Minster of Magic or anything. That’d be a WAY different story. “Rabble rouser?” Uh, sorry, what? Zander Adair was caught way off guard. “What’s a good reason for getting arrested?!?!” Again, uh, who was this guy!?! Help him find an office? Zander thought about it for a moment, before quickly agreeing with a nod. Not like he had better things to do, plus this guy was a trip and despite the confusion… Zander was enjoying himself quite a bit. “Sure, why not?!” Did he need help with all those books? “What do you need an office for?” |
"Their mannerisms." How they walked and reacted to a man on the stairs was telling about their core. Morgan, though, smiled. "You, young man, must have good character, or at least quizzical in nature." He wondered if the boy had gone to Hogwarts, and if so, if he had been a Ravenclaw. "Oh, and a prefect at that! Wonderful, wonderful. Your record is wiped clean in my eyes, then!" Still joking, see. He ignored the question about being arrested because he didn't feel like making up a lie to fit the question; however, he did close all of his books and nodded. "Well, I need a place to do all my very important paperwork. I think I know just the spot, though. If you would grab my books - " Morgan P. Nickels did not carry his own books. And if he must - which was rare - he would simply charm them. Maybe this young man could do the same. "To Level One!" Delphine would be ever so happy to see him, surely! "Follow me!" Morgan P. Nickels scurried up the spiral staircase towards his level. |
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Weird. "Oh! Sure,” the blonde was having a hard time following the quick progression of thoughts and honestly forgot about his question about arrest all together. He quickly made a grab for all the books and followed right behind the quick man. Where exactly was the spot that they were heading to? |
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