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His eyes looked over toward Alistair Thorne as the man spoke. Rafe clenched his jaw slightly at the mention of the petrified students. " The school's upmost priority is the safety and integrity of that safety for the students and staff that call it home. " He responded rather quickly almost as if it was a rehearsed line. " Know that our priority is to track down the culprit who was involved with these activities. " He further stated sounding quite political with his words.
His eyes focused back on Fabbio who seemed just as eager to learn about the petrifications as did nearly every person at Hogwarts. " It seems the word had spread about the petrified students I gather?" He responded as he took a sip of his drink to focus on the next few words he was about to share. " There's not much else I can say really. " He responded shrugging his shoulders. " Not that I can share any how. "
He gave both the men a nod before he gathered along with everyone already there as he waited to see what the meeting was about and when their little dinner party would start. " Are we expecting anyone else Fabbio?" He asked the man hoping to get the dinner started and to change the topic. Talking about petrified students wasn't exactly the ideal party conversation topic one would like to hear about.
Post by FABBIO NERO on Jul 8, 2024 15:04:16 GMT -5
"I imagine it has spread, yes. It's not a every day occurence, is it?" he said and took another sip of his drink as he let Rafe guide the topic away from Hogwarts. He had no need to pry. At least, not yet. "We're expecting.." he paused and looked around, taking a mental note of who had and hadn't arrived. "A few more but should they not arrive, I won't be leaving you all to starve."
Post by DRACO MALFOY on Jul 8, 2024 15:14:31 GMT -5
"Alistair," Draco said and lifted his glass in greeting. "We'll be joining you-" he paused and Astoria stalked off, "In theory." he said and then excused himself as he followed after her, squeezing Fabbio's shoulder as he walked by in thanks for not making a big song and dance about Astoria's lack of meaningful greeting.
Perhaps he would just slip out the back with a handful of food and call it a night. He wouldn't. Couldn't, now he'd been seen, but at the very least he had to make sure his wife didn't intend on embarassing him further.
Post by ALISTAIR SEBASTIAN THORNE on Jul 10, 2024 2:46:44 GMT -5
Malfoy's wife appeared to be upset about something. One would have expected a lot more grace from a high society lady like Astoria, yet she was now acting quite unsociable. It was curious, enough to make Alistair follow the woman with his eyes as she brushed past Fabbio and walked away. "In theory shall suffice for now," he told Draco, toasting him with a recently-obtained drink before turning back to Rafe and the host. Commenting on the apparent conflict between the couple would have been in bad taste.
"The school's upmost priority is the safety and integrity of that safety for the students and staff that call it home."
He smirked at the well-rehearsed lines. "Of course - we would expect no less of the esteemed Headmistress Cunningham." He took another sip from his drink before continuing. "I do question her decision to withhold the details, however. The public would be more confident in her if she was more forthcoming about this... nasty business."
Post by RAFE LAUREN on Jul 11, 2024 0:44:00 GMT -5
Like those before him in the education system, whenever an incident occurred under their supervision in a school, their lips would always be tightly bound to ensure no part of the information was ever shared but in this instance, it seemed word had already gotten out. While Rafe played no part in sharing the information, it was somewhat appeasing to know that word had gotten out faster than he had originally thought.
A smirk and a should shrug was all he could reply to Mr.Thorne as he somewhat agreed with the man. " Of course, the Headmistress I presume has been working hard to try and control things. " He could only make assumptions as the two rarely spoke and he would prefer it that way for now until the time is right. " Almost sounds political don't you agree Mr.Thorne?" He responded with a cheeky smirk on his face now appearing showing his aging lines in his smirk. Lines that were normally covered with his facial creams but he hadn't the time to put his lotion on today.
Post by ALISTAIR SEBASTIAN THORNE on Jul 13, 2024 9:24:30 GMT -5
Alistair noted the phrasing. I presume. It appeared that the Headmistress wasn't open even with her own staff. Did she suspect one of them of being the culprit, or was she simply cautious about revealing her lack of progress? "It often seems that everything in this life is about politics," he commented before turning to Fabbio. "Speaking of... will you be giving a welcome speech?" he inquired, only half-jokingly.
Post by AURELIA MULCIBER on Jul 13, 2024 11:53:58 GMT -5
Being invited to a function at the Nero Manor didn't happen often. Aurelia hadn't seen Fabbio in a long while; they lived in different countries now, and her business in England was limited to Diagon Alley only. She suspected most of his guests would be from the Ministry. The tensions after the civil war had mostly faded, though some connections were weakened. Many people in her social circles had fought against Liberamach... However, being surrounded by former enemies did not produce any unease in her; if anything, it would only make the event more interesting.
Arriving fashionably late, Aurelia took a glass of wine off a passing servant's tray before joining the group around the host. "Great to see you, Fabbio. Iago, Alistair," she greeted the other men she knew before noticing Astoria's apparent pique. Aurelia's eyes sought out her best customer; seeing Draco without a book in hand was quite peculiar. "Astoria seems to be in need of some fresh air; it does get stuffy with so many of us here," she commented, the corners of her bright red lips quirking upward.
Post by RAFE LAUREN on Jul 14, 2024 4:56:45 GMT -5
The man simply nodded hearing what Thorne had to say. He made quite the valid point. It almost seemed that every action one would take could be considered political in someone’s particular eye. Rafe rarely had interest in politics. He was too abrupt, abrasive and too honest with his feelings to care about how his social image was. As Thorne directed the conversation to Iago, he couldn’t help but notice a woman who had just arrived.
He took a sip of his drink as he allowed his eye sight to watch her from above the rim of his glass cup. The face was familiar but it had been some time since he had last seen those eyes. He placed his cup down on a near by table before slowly approaching the young woman. “ Do my eyes deceive me or is that Aurelia Mulciber in the flesh once again? “ He turned on a charming smile as he picked up two drinks from a near by house elf working in the area.