Much to his dismay, there had been some troubles with his bloody wand permit. A mess of bureaucracy he did not care for, and felt infinitely vexed at having to deal with. Theseus finds himself in an empty office, which really only worsens matters, having to wait for one soul to appear in order to get his business done with. The exasperated auror sighs, rubbing fingers over his eyes when the sound of an opening door prompts him to look that way. For a moment, he is hopeful that she is there to aid him, but feels his hopes deflate as she speaks.
Oh, for fuck’s sake, he thinks before collecting himself, shaking off the irritation. ❛ No need to apologise, miss, that's –––– quite alright. I’m sure there’s nowhere more deserted than here, so at least you made a good choice. ❜ Though he wasn’t prepared to give up quite yet. ❛ Say, do you happen to know how I can reach anyone in this department? ❜
PRICKLY -- she could feel the agitation in the air, much like how water would boil to the top of a pot if left unattended for too long. pink lips pressed into a small line and she took a step further into the room, hard to read this one though words soon give way to thoughts that had come across slightly jumbled. the blonde had always had trouble with his kind, what with the accent and all, but at this particular point in time she was relieved to have one less voice in her head.
❛ OH -- this place is quite the desert, isn’t it? people tend
to stay away from this department, it’s slow and boring
y’see, most of ‘em like being out on the streets if they
can help it...
she settles in a chair across from him, legs crossed and hands coming to rest in her lap toying with the hem of her skirt. she’d sewn it on her own, with silk gifted to her from her sister -- ‘it’ll make your eyes pop’ -- pretty but not smart, at least not in the ways her sister was...
❛ I’m just’a paper pusher here, but maybe I can help out?
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