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Ravenclaw
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DADA Professor
Face Claim
Lee Min-Ho
Ministry Worker
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Post by Ash Daines on Jan 9, 2019 3:17:20 GMT
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| People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time |
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@open Prior to deciding to take the job as the new DADA professor, though already approached to be such, Ashley Daines was taking a walk in London. Except for the fact he seemed to have stopped at one of the restaurants after seeing a busboy piling his dishes into his bin all wrong. Ash had rushed in, corrected the young boy, washed his hands thoroughly… and now found himself cleaning the tables and ordering them. However, after a patron pointed him out to the manager (‘that man over there is a fantastic worker, but he keeps mumbling things to himself and its scaring my daughter’), Mr. Daines was told to leave. After quickly moving a ketchup bottle on one of the tables into the perfect position, he left, his walk rigid.
Walking by a ‘closed’ sign, he quickly straightened it and sighed. He was never going to make it to the grocery store like this, but it wasn’t like he couple apparate to a muggle grocery store. He had to walk – especially since he did not know how to drive a car– nor did he ever want to learn how. Some might wonder why he would be going to a muggle grocery store, and the answer was fairly simple: the name of the store had 20 letters in it. A nice round number. The Leaky Cauldron had 16. Plus the place was always so dusty. Not only that, the owner of this store, a very nice muggle woman, knew him and didn’t mind him rearranging the can aisle. Of course, she always made sure her employees did their best, so he didn’t usually spend too much time, just moving a can or two here and there.
Making his way to the grocery store of his choice, he stopped by the door. Closed? Why was it closed? He narrowed his eyes tilting his head. Someone had walked by, noting his confusion. The muggle told him what happened: someone had killed the owner and many of its employees and customers. The cops had no idea what happened, nor how they had died. Then the muggle walked off. This was disconcerting. Could it have been the Death Eaters? Had they discovered his grocery store and wanted him to go hungry? No, that wouldn’t be it. He wasn’t that important.
Mr. Daines frowned, just standing in front of the building and frowning. He hadn’t been here for a month – and it hadn’t been much after he had been here when the attack happened. This day was just getting worse and worse by the second. Especially since soon a muggle man had walked by him, bumping into him slightly causing him to be very uncomfortable until he managed to whip out his wand and clean himself without being caught by anyone.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2019 5:56:03 GMT
Stepping out from an alley, Emmeline walked to the right, wary but having already been watching from an upstairs window belonging to another who was not home. Simple enough to do in Muggle areas for sure, but she tried to be careful as she had enemies for sure. Dressed in a green dress which happened to be revealing (she found it best to give muggles stuff to be distracted by when going inconspicuously) she turned and made her way through the market shops. A few fruits here, a few cheese there, all going in a bag slowly to hide the fact she was collecting more then it could hold.
As she did, she kept looking around as if thrown off by the location, using those erratic seeming glances to check windows for those who might be keeping an eye open. In the way she spotted the man being conspicuously clean after his run in and smiled to herself. She would like to know something of him since he was not familiar to her eyes and clearly a wizarding sort. She approached him slightly, seeing the sign on the door. "Shame about him isn't it? There is far too much death in this world as it is. Crazy man they are calling it, the one who the cops caught."
That planted the seed and let him know it was not a magical cause though gave nothing away of her own status. "Did you know them? If so I am sorry for your loss. All in all there are fifteen funerals being planned for them all. Rumor has it the man didn't work there though. I'm sure the cops are wondering what happened there." She c0cked her head slightly, taking in his face neither smiling nor frowning. It was much more her normal face these days, that no-emotional connection. "I don't shop in stores, I prefer different shops for different things, but that takes awhile to get used to which have what."
Ash Daines
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Ravenclaw
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DADA Professor
Face Claim
Lee Min-Ho
Ministry Worker
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Post by Ash Daines on Jan 28, 2019 3:23:42 GMT
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| People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time |
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@shava444 It was hard not to notice her approaching. What, with such a distracting dress, did she expect to go unnoticed? It wasn’t what most people would notice, though. All that skin showing… No, Ashley was distracted by how unsymmetrical it was – it needed a lot of help. Quickly taking off his jacket just moments before she began to speak and after realizing she was stopping and going to talk to him, he attempted to cover her front with his jacket so it wouldn’t be quite so distracted, even if she wouldn’t allow him to cover her, he’d still try very hard. If she refused the jacket, he would be very fidgety and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from looking at her, and holding his hands out as if he were about to try to adjust her dress, before his hand would retreat like a mouse spotting a cat waiting for it to emerge from its hole in the wall.
Well, at least it wasn’t one of his kind – since she mentioned the cops caught him. Otherwise, she’d say ministry – if she were magical. And if it were magical and she a muggle, then the cops would likely have not caught him. Therefore, her status as magical or not was not yet established, but either way, this most definitely had to not be magical in origin. Which surprised him slightly – but it wasn’t a huge deal really. What mattered was the fact there were fifteen funerals and oh boy, one could see his hands twitching as he thought of such a terrible number to have been killed. Why couldn’t the guy have killed one less? Hell, even one more would be better than this! Zero would have been best, but this guy had absolutely no morals to kill such a terrible number of people.
“I shopped here often. It was… the best place to shop. I don’t know where to get my groceries now,” Ashley cocked his head looking at the building. “A-Are you sure it was fifteen? Not… fourteen or sixteen?” Oh boy, he was trying really hard not to let this get to him, but that was as if asking a fish to walk on land. “Perhaps maybe a rat died in the assault no one found o – or something.” Yes, he would find the rat who died. He would just need to get in there to find the body of the poor creature. Then there could be sixteen funerals – fifteen for the people and one for the rat, or whatever else may have died.
“Did… did you see it on the news? How are you sure there were fifteen?” |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2019 6:14:24 GMT
She looked at him a moment then pointed back at the open air market. "There. Lots of places, lots of food. This place charged more. You realized that, right?" Odd it had been an okay place, but not the best. But she got a small clue when he mentioned the numbers. A slight squint at him ignoring the coat for the moment. "No, it was in the newspaper. Fifteen." Suspicion crossed her features. "I don't want your coat. It's not a crime, but it might be a white collar irritation if you keep trying to force me to put it on."
She snatched it out of his hands and flipped it up, sliding her arms in so that it was now open in the front and, because she was suspicious, she put her hands down so it opened it farther showing off the dress front. "Better? Or worse? You are the one who kept trying to give it to me." Rat. Ah yes, it clicked. "You know if you shop in the market you can choose even numbered stalls to buy from. Lots of them. Or even just the number of places you go to. Even Gringotts could deal with that."
There. That might make things easier. "And no, you can't rearrange them. I do it distracting on purpose."
Ash Daines
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Ravenclaw
OCCUPATION
DADA Professor
Face Claim
Lee Min-Ho
Ministry Worker
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Post by Ash Daines on Feb 24, 2019 2:14:07 GMT
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| People think I'm crazy, 'cause I worry all the time |
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@shava444 Ash just clenched his fists as she took the jacket from him, his eyes immediately going down for a moment, not wanting to look, though it was at least a little bit better. “They were better quality of service.” Meaning they didn’t ban him from there because of his tendencies. Plus, he had important things to do and organizing the aisles wasn’t part of that job. He just wanted to be happy and be able to do things he needed to do despite whatever was going on in his head.
“… Just a little better. However, it isn’t just even numbered stalls. I’ve been banned from most places for ‘loitering’ when I’m just cleaning up their nasty, disorganized aisles.” His eyes dart up towards her and then back down.
“Why would you want to be distracting? I can’t even think knowing it looks like that. In a state like this, you’d want people to ignore you, wouldn’t you think?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2019 4:54:53 GMT
Translation in her mind was 'they let me do what I want.' Curious character, but she felt interested in where this was going in his head. "I suspect the market would still be better. People who have money often don't have much trouble giving it to others." Still, sounded like he was frustrated. "So dirty things and people and disorganization. Yes, I guess they didn't like you straightening things out." She pursed her lips and then decided to give him a clue.
"You know, muggles have a delivery service for groceries. You could get them sent to your home instead of going out." Emmeline could see it really was bothering him so she slipped the coat off handing it back to him. "Just don't look down and yes, it's very important in my kind of business. Getting up close before people realize who I am or what I'm doing is very important an advantage." She motioned and in a glance around you could see probably half the men passing by were glancing at her frame not her eyes.
"See? They remember the dress and the girl's body, but not her face. I could walk straight through here and no one will remember me." And that was also the worst part. "Better then any disguise, the truth. Like I would want the attention of a man who couldn't keep their eyes on my face, on who I am, right?"
Ash Daines
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