LOCATION : the atrium FEATURING : @hoggleswart !
tempest is mid-conversation with a couple of very boring pureblood wizards with good standing at the ministry, nodding when appropriate and calculating in their mind when to politely excuse themselves when she spots ezekiel nearby. she'd chosen to engage in the discussion when they'd off-hand mentioned the dumbledore's army, hoping to glean something of interest, and all too happy to use their looks to ease into it. after about ten minutes of idle gossip ( though the men in question would have never called it something as base as that ) and nothing remotely fascinating learned, she's beyond grateful for his interruption. “ darling! ” tempest spins, one hand on his chest and trying to subtly yank him closer with the other as she leans forward to press a kiss on his cheek. “ if you'll excuse me, gentlemen. ” the wizards nod, looking a touch mollified, and she starts to position the two of them as if they were going to go around greeting, face set to look besotted.











