Cerise Noémie Fortescue (cerisedoux) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2010-08-09 08:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | - retired: blaise zabini |
Who: Cerise Fortescue & Blaise Zabini
What: Ministry run-in?
Where: Ministry of Magic
When: Monday around lunch time.
Warnings: None?
Status: In Progress
With her robes swirling around her, Cerise strode from the Department of International Cooperation, her hips swaying in her signature slow gait, her hair loose and wavy today around her shoulders. She'd just come from a quick meeting with the Head of the Department, who she had felt needed to know that if he went to his usual cafe today, he was going to end up getting sick with a very nasty disease. She hoped he would take her advice and choose another cafe today, though really who knows. Most of the people here had learned to listen to her advice, but there was always skeptics.
Her eyes grew distant as she tried to focus her Inner Eye on him again. No, there he was still, going to that same cafe and getting sneezed on by the customer in front of him. She sighed. Things might get a bit busy in his Department in the next couple days if he was out as long as she expected him to be. Well, she had warned him; if he didn't want to take her advice that was his loss.
Caught up in her thoughts as she was, Cerise wasn't quite looking where she was going. Most people who worked here tended to see her coming and move out of the way (lest they bump into her) but there was one person who obviously either didn't see her coming or wasn't aware of her spacing tendencies, and she managed to bang her shoulder right against his. Snapping out of her distant focus, Cerise hurriedly exclaimed, "Oh, je suis désolé, s'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi. Je n'ai pas vous y voir!" Then, as an afterthought (French was so ingrained in her that it always took a moment for her to remember to speak in English), she added in accented English, "I am so sorry. I really need to pay more attention when I am walking down ze 'allway. Are you alright, Monsieur?"