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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Jul 5, 2008 20:34:04 GMT
**sits at his desk in his messy Ministry office, literally fermenting in frustration as he pours over some reports and paperwork**
**rubs his temple with his non-quill hand and then refills his glass with more brandy to keep himself going, and doesn't even realise how late it is**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Jul 5, 2008 20:36:49 GMT
*Floos in and smiles when she sees him still at his desk*
*Shakes her head when he doesn't even hear her come in*
*Walks behind him and puts her hands over his eyes*
Guess who?
*Giggles*
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Jul 5, 2008 20:43:47 GMT
**jumps slightly as he feels cold hands around him, then smiles and pulls her round by her waist**
My love, it is good to see you. I vant to come home, but I have all this annoying paperverk!
**sighs and throws down the piece of parchment he was holding**
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Jul 5, 2008 20:52:23 GMT
I can sort that.
*Smiles and points her wand at the paperwork*
Evanesco!
It's not completely gone, just out of sight.
Tell you what, let's go back to my Daddy's flat in Knockturn Alley. That way you can get back to work early in the morning, and you're nearby if anything happens.
*Kisses him so passionately she knows he'll find it hard to resist coming home*
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Jul 5, 2008 21:05:34 GMT
**goes to protest when the papers disappear, but melts after the kiss, his hands moving up her back into her long red curls, finally whispering**
Yes... yes I vould like that... Let's go now.
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Post by Ophelia Fuilteach on Jul 5, 2008 21:07:12 GMT
*Sits on his lap and smiles, whispering in his ear*
Smart move, gorgeous...
*Taps her wand on the desk, making the paperwork reappear so he won't be worried in the morning, and disapparates them to the flat*
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Apr 11, 2011 21:41:42 GMT
**Bojan came into his office and shut the door behind him, his hand didn't leave the handle and he was staring in front of him. He had just come from the Atrium and he overhead people talking in the lift that the wanted vampire had been caught and was in the Ministry cells. It must be Ophelia - he did not know of any other wanted vampires. This filled him with a whole load of questions and emotions. She was in this very building. Would they let him see her? Did he even want to see her? What would they do do her? Should he help?
He ran a rather nervous hand through his hair and promptly walked out of his office to see Edgar Ashwood to ask him if what he heard was true, and what was to happen next with her if it was**
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Post by Bojan Vladislav on Oct 22, 2011 20:00:25 GMT
**Bojan had just arrived at his office after spending the week in the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary dealing with a new unruly arrival of the creatures borne out of a Draconifors curse from the Durmstrang Institute training ground. He felt stressed, however it was not from his eventful week (luckily the creatures were smaller than usual and not likely to last much longer before turning back into stone again) - he had arrived because of Ophelia's case and he had been called in the event he was needed for questioning.
He sat still, waiting at his desk with his hands clasped in front of him, his dark eyes rested on them. He was reluctant to go to the courtrooms if he did get called; he was not sure what good it could do. He disliked courts immensely - he always found it ironic how he could deal with the most wild of magical creatures, but the thought of political games, word-twisting and the beady-eyed emotionless stare of the Wizengamot filled him with a cold dread**
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