Who: Desdemona and Hugh
When: Evening
Where: Leaving the Town Hall
What: War of the lawyers

Maybe it was sick to feel a flutter of excitement in her stomach about the current events going on, but Desdemona didn't care. How often did she have a chance to do her job in the sanctuary? During the time when she was idle she should have been making the promise to herself that she would socialize more often. But she was too occupied with the information she was getting. Not to mention she was laughing her ass off at the rumors. It wasn't hard for people to believe what they heard. She was almost tempted to add a little fuel to the fire, but she was way more mature than that.

She was walking out of the Town Hall when she noticed Hugh, someone who was much more anti-social when it came to talking with her of the politics of the situation. Of course there was the huge chance that he just didn't like the witch. A smile grew on her face. How lovely it was for both of them to meet up. Nothing like pestering a Prosecutor in the Evening.

Desdemona sped up and hooked her arm into his as if they were best friends. Shortly after, she spoke with confidence. "Shall I buy the drinks when you lose this case? Or maybe a teddy bear? You look lonely."