Post by THEODORE NOTT on Jul 13, 2019 23:38:18 GMT
"Forties. Smelt like pomade and furniture polish. Fancy clothes. Asked me if I had authority to be here. Wait - there he is! Over there."
She was pointing at Theodore Nott. Theodore looked at the Ministry man she was speaking to. Department of Law - general on-the-field worker. When they exchanged glances, there was an unspoken understanding between the two men. The woman who had complained about him was handing out flyers; trying to attract wizards into education about muggle technology and how it could benefit their everyday lives.
She had tried to hand one of these flyers to him. He had given her a look that could pull apart tectonics. Why did people like her have to exist in this 'post-war' world?
Theo had authority and influence: he was a man of power. The ministry man wouldn't pursue the matter any further, but it didn't put Theodore in any better mood. Muggle technology: please.
Feeling as though he needed a drink after enduring that, he went to The Three Broomsticks and ordered some goblin-made wine. It wasn't his favoured establishment, but at least it had some decent drinks. People were lively, and care-free; which meant they were unlikely to bother him. Still, he was just dying to spill his outrage onto someone who could understand.
She was pointing at Theodore Nott. Theodore looked at the Ministry man she was speaking to. Department of Law - general on-the-field worker. When they exchanged glances, there was an unspoken understanding between the two men. The woman who had complained about him was handing out flyers; trying to attract wizards into education about muggle technology and how it could benefit their everyday lives.
She had tried to hand one of these flyers to him. He had given her a look that could pull apart tectonics. Why did people like her have to exist in this 'post-war' world?
Theo had authority and influence: he was a man of power. The ministry man wouldn't pursue the matter any further, but it didn't put Theodore in any better mood. Muggle technology: please.
Feeling as though he needed a drink after enduring that, he went to The Three Broomsticks and ordered some goblin-made wine. It wasn't his favoured establishment, but at least it had some decent drinks. People were lively, and care-free; which meant they were unlikely to bother him. Still, he was just dying to spill his outrage onto someone who could understand.