RP - Tuesday Dec 6, evening

May 02, 2006 17:20

Ed stood outside the Ministry offices and breathed in the fresh air happily trying to push out thoughts of returning home to secretly fight with his wife in a nonverbal way and to avoid all the questions that Jul had been berating him with for the past 2 days since she'd been home ( Read more... )

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auror_mac May 2 2006, 23:40:48 UTC
Mac headed outside for much the same reason. It had been a long day and he wanted a bit of fresh air. He saw Ed and sighed. He had a daughter at Hogwarts as Mac recalled, and he was bound to have questions Mac wouldn't be able to answer about just what had happened.

All the same, Mac moved over to him. "Evening, Ed," he greeted as he leaned against the wall next to the man.

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ed_agate May 2 2006, 23:43:58 UTC
Ed gave his familiar half smile while glancing at his old trainer before going back to staring at nothing in particular.

"Hey there old timer." He didn't want to put the man on the spot by just berating him with questions. That wasn't a way to get anywhere, but it was dissapointing that he couldn't find Dumbledore anywhere and was feeling rather in the dark about everything (like he had every day since moving to the obliviator section).

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auror_mac May 3 2006, 00:21:04 UTC
Mac nodded cordially to the other man.

"I'm not that old," he grumbled, though he was smiling. He rather missed having Ed around since he'd quit the Aurors and seeing him now was a pleasant surprise.

"How've you been?"

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ed_agate May 3 2006, 06:10:26 UTC
Ed shrugged warily, "Well you're kinda starting to look it...old man." Delay and stall, fine art forms indeed.

"What are you rounding now, near 700? Can you even keep up with your new staff?" He smirked a bit and pondered what to answer him on 'how he had been' becuase he knew that this avoid tactic would only give him so much time. But he just didn't know what to say anymore about it without seeming like a 3 year old child.

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