Sep 17, 2025
where: ministry of magic who: @clydexavery
Agatha’s heels clicked softly on the polished floor as she carried a small stack of parchment, glancing around for Emir’s office. She nearly stumbled over a shadow and looked up to see Clyde Avery standing there, his expression mildly surprised. “Oh! I beg your pardon,” she said smoothly, curtsying slightly, her cheeks faintly flushed. “I wasn’t expecting anyone here… I’m looking for my husband, Emir Selwyn. Perhaps you might know where he—oh, no need to bother you, you’re probably busy with the Ministry’s business.” She smiled, slightly nervous but composed, letting the conversation settle into polite civility.