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Aidan M. Chambers ([info]aidans) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-09-21 20:14:00

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Entry tags:aidan chambers, daphne greengrass

Who: Daphne Greengrass & Aidan Chambers.
Where: Near the Ministry of Magic.
When: Around noon.
What: The good old-fashioned random encounter. Spiced up with sneers, disdain and prejudices. On both sides, of course.

Truth be told, Aidan hated paperwork and everything that was remotely connected to that dreaded subject. Such as getting the documents he needed to hand in to his superiors at St.Mungo's in order to get an official 'invite' to partake in his exams. As if the way he spent the last few years of his life weren't indication enough, no – they needed even more formalities to waste his time with.

Having finally obtained the aforementioned documents, Aidan all but fled the Ministry not slowing down until he was a good few paces away when he noticed that his shoe laces were open, forcing the Ravenclaw to a halt. Giving the Ministry another dark look – they were the keepers of the bureaucracy that made his life so complicated, after all! - Aidan bent down to tie his shoes laces.



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[info]bladesofgrass
2008-09-22 09:59 pm UTC (link)
Daphne was not in the best of moods that afternoon. After having a splendid fundraiser with the annoingly perky and apparently perfect Parvati Patil, she was quite ready to pound something into a pulp. Unfortunately, not only would it look quite bad for a proper lady such as herself to beat something to nothingness, it would also ruin her manicure, which she had gotten earlier this morning in an attempt to cheer herself. It had been a temporary high, gone as soon as they were finished.

Needless to say, the thought of a day of paperwork and dealing with complete imbeciles was not on the top of her list at the present moment. It added even more thunder to the dark cloud hovering over Daphne's head as she made her way to the Ministry. Everyone, it seemed, was smart enough to stay out of her way, everyone except for one last pion, hunched over in the middle of the walk. "Excuse me," she dralwed darkly, glaring down at the curly-headed man.

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[info]aidans
2008-09-24 01:14 pm UTC (link)
Aidan fixed his shoelaces and looked up, shielding his eyes against the sunlight.

"Yes?" The Irishman asked, his trademarked smile falling immediately into place. "Is there anything I can help you with?" He inquired pleasantly as he tried to place the fact he now slowly came to recognize. Too bad that names weren't his forte.

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[info]bladesofgrass
2008-09-25 01:01 pm UTC (link)
The second she recgonized the ignorant face looking up at her, Daphne's mood went from bad to worse. Aidan Chambers, Tracey's latest project, was looking up at her with his squinty eyes. What had gotten into her friend as of late, she had no idea. Entering into a relationship with a halfblood! She didn't care how good the bloke was in bed. He was below her, and Daphne found the entire ordeal disgusting.

"Yes you can, halfblood," she snapped. "You can get out of my way."

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