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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 17, 2013 20:42:23 GMT -8

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Astrid Selwyn-Maxwell was quite the dutiful wife when she needed to be. She would quite frankly do anything for her husband if he said the word. Today was one of the rare occasions that he had actually asked her to do something. Earlier that morning she had received an owl that asked for her to bring the stack of papers that he had left sitting on the marble counter-top in the bar to the Ministry so that he could have his paperwork for the meeting that he was due to have at one o’clock this afternoon. She was more than happy to run them up to Val, after all, he was but a floo-network trip away, something that she would always have time for when it came to her husband.

Stepping out onto the floor of the ministry, she couldn’t help but feel as if she stuck out like a sore thumb. She had opted to wear one of the dresses that her husband had bought her the other week, but it was very form fitting and stiff - something that she hardly liked to tolerate. There were heels to accompany the dress but she had opted out of those in lieu of a pair of brightly colored flats. There were only some things that she was willing to sacrifice for her husband’s view of social normalcy. No, Astrid would much rather find herself in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, spending her day in the kitchen whipping up desserts of all kinds.

Hiss office was an easy find; fifth floor, end of the hallway. It was a straight shot if she was paying attention, which thankfully she was. She approached the woman that was sitting in front of the door at a desk and raised her eyebrows, ”Good morning-”

[/b] She looked down at the name tag that was in front of her, ”Nancy. I’m here to see Mr. Maxwell.”[/b]

”May I ask who you are?”[/b] The woman’s tone was a little territorial and Astrid raised both of her eyebrows.

”His wife.”[/b]

”Oh! Merlin, Mrs. Maxwell. I didn’t even recognize you. Is that a new dress?”[/b] The woman was cleverly back-tracking but Astrid didn’t want to see her flounder around like a fish. Instead she offered the woman a warm smile, trying to calm her nerves, ”Mr. Maxwell is actually out on a lunch with some of the men from upstairs. Was there something that I could help you with? Would you like to stay until he returns?”[/b]

”No, heavens no. Will you make sure that this gets to him, however.”[/b] She handed the woman the papers that were tucked under her arm and gave her a nod, ”That’ll be all.”[/b] Astrid turned away and began walking in the opposite direction

”Have a lovely afternoon, Astrid!”[/b] The woman called out as she walked away.

Completely satisfied with herself, Astrid was convinced that it was all in a days work, ”Mission accomplished-”[/b] She said, exuberantly proud of herself.

”What was that, Mrs. Maxwell?”[/b] The secretary that was in front of her husband’s office asked, looking at the woman with a very confused expression.

Astrid, almost immediately a little embarrassed turned around and offered the woman a smile, ”Nothing. Tell Mr. Maxwell to have a lovely afternoon, won’t you?”[/b] She requested, putting on her best Maxwell Matriarch smile. With that, she turned away and continued walking down the hallway toward where she thought the elevators were.

She pulled her sunglasses from the top of her head and slipped them onto her face, determined to look as if she actually belonged in the ministry. In the process she managed to slam smack-dab into someone that was standing in the middle of the hallway. Immediately her glasses fell to the ground and she bent down to pick them up. ‘Not exactly the right way to blend in, Astrid,’ Her mind scolded her as she finally found the sunglasses and shoved them into her right hand. She stood up and stared at the man that had been her...unconventional roadblock, ”Pardon me, Sir. I’m terribly sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”[/b] There it was again, the odd tone that she picked up when she was around people that expected her to be of higher social status, ”I just-”[/b] She reached up to pick a hair off of the man’s outfit and then offered him as charming a smile as she could manage.
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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 18, 2013 3:16:14 GMT -8

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Vincent stood tall in the center of the hallway. Arms full of files that needed to be sorted, a list of beverages that he needed to order and an array of other documents. He would need to get an assistant one of these days to help sort this mess he made. Now, being the head of a division wasn't exactly his forte but he was the best they had. It also helped that his family was notorious for controlling all three of royal bloodlines. Like the Pureblood families it was important to keep their type in check and having a face like his, Vincent was very aware that people looked up to him. He was nice and hilarious, knew what he needed to do and how he wanted to do it, but his organization skills were majorly lacking.

Looking up at the ceiling he closed his eyes in thought. 'One, I'm lost, two I forgot what I was doing, so now what?' holding the paperwork close he thought on as he looked around. Trying to get a grasp on his own location. These offices all looked the same and the name plaques attached to the door didn't do him any good. Since Vince was a being himself, he was well aware the risks involved with working at the ministry and sending his son off to Hogwarts, but he assured them if there were any disturbances he would take care of them on the spot.

Sighing and complete frustration, Vincent turned around at the same moment a brown haired woman collided with him. Glasses went flying and so did the arm full of paperwork. It would have been a tragic accident for him to reorganize the papers, so he was quick to whip out his wand to freeze the sheets in place. "Fa-bam!" The papers froze and he smiled as the woman stood back up, her hand reached out for a hair that wasn't exactly hers. "Sorry, some days I shed like a dog, at least I think that's mine." He laughed quietly and smiled brightly at her. She had apologized, and Vincent's hand went behind his head as he grinned.

Breathing in her scent he nodded. Recognizing the scent rolling off Astrid, he lowered his head. "No need to apologize Mrs. Maxwell, it really is my fault. Seems I managed to get lost actually. Sort of dumbfounded at how it even happened. One second I was on the elevator minding my own business and the next I was in this hallway. Since you're here I can only assume that this is the fifth level and I need level four. Question is. How do I get there? Seriously am lost, completely and utterly lost. I've worked here since 1936, and I still don't know my way around this joint."

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 20, 2013 15:46:44 GMT -8

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Astrid looked him over carefully, being sure to note everything that she thought would be important later. From what she could see, he seemed to be a very...casual man, from the look of his rather interesting clothing. She immediately raised both of her eyebrows in surprise when he froze all of the sheets in mid air and she threw her sunglasses back on top of her head. Whoever this man was, he was quick with his wand, that much was for certain. She suddenly felt like a fool for having dived down to grab her sunglasses when she could have easily used her wand to get the job done faster and more efficiently, ”Yes. No.”

[/b] She shook her head as he mentioned that the hair was most likely his; she was subsequently making little to no sense, but she chalked it up to the surprise of practically running smack dab into someone. She was also rather embarrassed that she had been picking hairs off of him like they had known each other for decades, ”Right. Of course that’s yours.”[/b] She said, her eyes immediately looking up at his hair. It was large - that much was for certain. Rather crazy too. In that moment, Astrid decided that she very much liked the man that was standing in front of her. There was something slightly - well, more than slightly - unorthodox about him. Something that she often identified within herself.

She stuck her hand forward, prepared to introduce herself as Astrid Maxwell, Maxwell family matriarch, but he immediately apologized....using her name. Her eyes practically bulged from their sockets for a moment as she tried to figure out how he could possibly know who she was when she had most certainly never met him before. She shook her head immediately, ”I’m afraid you’ve caught me at a disadvantage, Mr-?”[/b]

1936? How was that even humanly possible? Again, Astrid’s mouth fell open in surprise as she stood there dumbfounded, looking like a fish out of water. How did he look so good for having been roaming the ministry when the year was 1936? Who was this man that both knew who she was and was probably old enough to have greying hair and a sagging beer belly? She looked down, and found herself not seeing any signs of a beer belly. Realizing that she probably looked strange staring at his stomach she coughed loudly and then straightened her posture.

”The elevators are this way.”[/b] She said, walking around him and then turning back slightly so that she could get a look at him from the side. No, still no sagging stomach. She shook her head, becoming more and more dumbfounded as the minutes wore on. There was something very strange going on around here and she was determined to figure out what it was, ”This is the fifth level, by the way. Department of Magical Law Enforcement. My husband’s office is just around the corner. Have you known my husband long?”[/b] That was it; it had to be. This strange man must have seen her photograph in her husband’s office and assumed that it was her. There was no other way that he would have any inklings about who she was, right?
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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 21, 2013 13:30:07 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2013 13:30:07 GMT -8

He grinned at the girl before him, she was adorable to a degree. Obviously married to Mr. Valerian Maxwell and the like, as she smelled of him, but also the Selwyn family. So this was that bloke Claude's daughter. Something very curious about her bloodline. Vincent had a knack for disliking anything Fench, and he insisted that his last name was Italian for many a year, but Claude had been a good friend to him in the past and he couldn't let something so pure slide. They were fantastic and devoted people to the Mortelle Estate and winery, and Vince was proud to know such a great family. He met Authur Selwyn many moons ago, and it was such sorrow for a great man to have passed, the funeral was fit for a king and Vincent had the honor of attending.

"See I told ya it was probably mine, and no worries Mrs. Maxwell, not a lot of people know who I am, or care who I am. Sometimes I'm just a figure in the wind, hair blowing behind me as the gust screams my name, Vincent Mortelle! It hoots and hollers but I cannot answer for fear of rejection lies beyond that curtain." He snorted and shook his head, sometimes Vince went on wild tangents all due to the fact he missed a meal, usually. "I'm Vincent Mortelle, honestly, but you can have the pleasure of calling me Vin, V, or whatever else comes to mind." Laughter filled the hallway as he turned to follow her toward the lift.

"I've only met the man once, and that was during a trial my brother was conducting a few years back against a Lestrange." With a shrug he sauntered behind Astrid as she lead him toward the portal. Not exactly ready to go back to his boring desk, V checked his watch. "So, maybe I can treat you to lunch or something, I'm starving and I hate sitting at my desk all day. It is so dull and there is no fun in these parts it's all so serious!" Rockig from heel to toe as his stomach rolled in hatred for not having eaten breakfast, Vincent looked at Astrid with pleadig eyes. He actually remembered when she was a baby, but he would never say anything aside from how cute she was when she was a wee lil lass!

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 23, 2013 22:02:13 GMT -8

Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2013 22:02:13 GMT -8

Vincent Mortelle. The name rang a thousand bells in her head until one finally seemed to ring loud enough for her to remember what her great grand father Arthur had said about the Mortelle family. Great wine makers, Loyal friends, and above all, trust worthy vampires. Astrid immediately felt her hands clench into fists as she thought about the statement; she was in the presence of a very old, very powerful vampire. ‘What’s the proper protocol here?’ She asked herself, trying to think what Val would have told her to do. Bowing was most certainly out of the question and she knew it would be rude to ask too many questions...The longer that she was dwelling on the question of what to do, the more she realized that this man was laid back enough that he wouldn’t care if she was being down-right rude, ”You’re Vincent?”

[/b] She was honestly surprised; years ago, stories about Vincent and Arthur had been her bed-time tales. Her mother and father would go on for hours telling stories that had been passed down over the years and here he was in the flesh and blood...well, perhaps not blood, seeing as she knew him to be a vampire, ”You’re Vincent.”[/b] She tried to sound less surprised this time around, but she wasn’t sure if her point was coming across...

”Oh! Oh Merlin, no. Call me Astrid. Mrs. Maxwell is Valerian’s mother, Joanna. In all honesty, she’s a bit of a stickler for the rules; I can hardly stand to be around them for that long-”[/b] She realized that she was rambling and quite possibly going to cause a scandal with her open-mouth, but there was something so calming about knowing that her great grandfather had both known and trusted this man that stood in front of her. Presumably they had served in some war together and developed a bond, or at least that was the way that the story went, ”Astrid is just fine, trust me.”[/b] She offered him a giant smile as she peered around, making sure that he was following her to to the elevators.

Astrid saw the look in his eyes; the same look that she got when her husband forced her to get all gussied up in the outfits that looked ‘pureblood-acceptable’ these days. Stiff blazers, tight fitting pencils skirts, not to mention a plethora of possibly ankle-breaking heels that went along with all of them. There really was something dreary about the ministry and having to suit up in order to go and sit around a desk all day, ”You have no idea what a good idea that is.”[/b] Astrid said as she looked down at her yellow ballet flats, the only part of her outfit that was not caked in dreary dutiful-wifey-ness, ”A chance meeting that has perhaps saved me from a day of the utmost boredom. I salute you, V.”[/b] Astrid said as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the level one button so that they would go to the floor-networking floor.

”So tell me, are all the bedtime stories true? Did you really know Arthur Selwyn?”[/b] Astrid knew they had a bit of time in the elevator - considering it was a multi-directional mess - and she desperately wanted to know how much truth there was in her mother and father’s stories.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Jan 25, 2013 1:08:51 GMT -8

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Fixing his hair so it stood a little in complete mayhem, Vincent couldn't help but hold a silly grin toward Astrid. She was by far one of the most interesting people he has met at the ministry, and let us face it. V has met a lot of random and very odd people, but his curiousity for the woman before him held his gaze if only for a few moment. "I would hope so, unless I've been living a lie this entire time. Not only would that be a sad, but I would surly miss all the people I have met in my time." Nodding with that smirk across his lips happened to be a trademark of the man. The grin itself wasn't too seductive, but it was extremely friendly.

"You've got it Astrid, anywhere you would like. Seems the Criterion is a favorite among women, but anywhere you would like I am so game for." His stomach rolled as he spoke, "perhaps somewhere that doesn't give you a dime of food for fifty pounds. I'm ravenous." Everything about the vampire was a hoot and a hollar, nothing he did was simple, all the things he happened to do was exuberant and very out there. "Boredom and I don't get along Astrid, not in the slightest. I get really cranky and whiny and sometimes I'll binge eat, but sharing a meal with a friend is not on the boring list."

They reached the elevator finally and he was beaming. Arthur Selwyn. That name brought back memories to the man in the abundance of accesories. "I did know him, he was a great man." Getting a little reflective on his history Vincent thought way back to 1879 and he nodded. "A very great man, noble too, for a Frenchie, but I would fight by his side again if I had to. We met at a training camp in England actually, for the Anglo-Zulu War, he and my brother Roderick were both in our unit. The three off us had to wade through swamps and dry land, it was hell actually, in South Africa. We were taking it for England, and it is not every day you get to fight for a sister country, but we needed to protect what was protecting us."

His smile faltered for a minute, "I did all I could to protect him from falling, Astrid. I shouldn't be the one who is being praised though. Your grand-father was most definitely an intelligent and very persevering gentleman. Without his brains we all would have parished, like the other seventeen hundred who were lost at the hand of the Zulu Kingdom." He hated talking about war, but she had the right to know about her Grand Father. "Normally I don't get along with the French, but Arthur, he could have been the one person to change my mind about the country, but I'm afraid it is far to lost within me." The smile returned to his lips after he was done speaking about Arthur.

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Feb 1, 2013 20:04:05 GMT -8

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Mrs. Maxwell found herself quite surprised when he told her that he was indeed the vampire that she had heard so much about. Although she prided herself on her and her husbands ability to know everyone that ran in the pureblood circles - she had never quite come in contact with Vincent, although she had long wanted to. He had known her grandfather - rest his soul - and he had always told her bedtime stories about the man that now stood in front of her, ”I have to say that it’s quite the pleasure to meet you. My parents used to tell me stories all the time and I guess I just...well, quite frankly I always considered them myths until this moment.”

[/b] She had known that they were based off of real people, but she hadn’t thought that they were...entirely real. Now, she knew that her childhood stories and the ones that she had passed to Zeke when he was young were most certainly true. Merlin, she couldn’t wait to tell her son who she had met while at his father’s office.

She practically scoffed as he mentioned the Criterion. It was disgustingly expensive and the food - although good - was over priced, ”A favorite among women who are perhaps watching their figure. You’ve hit the nail on the head; they barely give you anything to eat there.”[/b] As a fan of good cooking, Astrid had her eyes set on something perhaps a bit more...on the other side of town. She had been to the fancy restaurants hundreds of times with Valerian, but there were places off the beaten path that she was just dying to check out in her free time. Accompanied by her new - however, well known - acquaintance, now seemed to be as good a time as any, ”There’s actually a strangely good hotdog stand that’s a couple of blocks over on West Street,”[/b] Astrid mused as she leaned against the back of the elevator. If he was looking for bang for his buck, than that little stand most certainly had it.

The man was so passionate when he spoke and Astrid was immediately thinking about the way that her grandmother had once told the stories to her as she lay tucked in their guest bed. The store was practically the same; only from the other perspective, ”Funny, my gran’ papá said the same thing about the Italians.”[/b] Arthur had hated the Italians from the get-go, but something about this Vincent character had changed his opinion about them all together - since then, the Selwyn family frequently bought wine from the Italian vendors and kept themselves closely aligned with the Italian wizarding families. She supposed that they had Vincent and Arthur to thank for that.

He mentioned something about Arthur’s demise and she felt her shoulders go a little stiff. This had always been a sore spot in her family’s history. Arthur, a man that should have been attending Hogwarts for his magical ability had chosen to enter the war and practically disgraced the family, ”People die in wars all the time.”[/b] She breathed as steadily as she could, determined to steer the conversation in another direction if she could, ”Now now, the french aren’t so bad. But don’t worry, I’m only a sixteenth. Hardly enough to warrant an arrest for me being a frog.”[/b] She said, hoping to lighten the mood a little. They reached the top floor and Astrid took a step out, looking toward the vast floo network that was stretched out before them. Hardly necessary to take floo, she thought, ”Perhaps we should just walk. The network gets a bit congested at this time of the afternoon.”[/b][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Feb 10, 2013 0:49:49 GMT -8

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Vincent had always been the calm type in awkward situations, but he also made them more awkward than they needed to be. Astrid was a lovely young woman, and the fact the she knew who he was made it all the much easier. Of course the minister was hesitant about hiring a vampire in his time, but Vincent had assured him it was needed. Having an Ambassador for the blood suckers was probably the best thing that the ministry could have had. It kept the attacks to minimum and all the other things that happened to go along with the life of a vampire. "Well, they're true! I should show you some of my old journals from the wars and before that if you want to know what I thought about Arthur." They were all tucked away on a bookshelf in his room back at the estate in Italy. Sadly Vincent did still live with his parents, but the house was big enough that they hardly crossed paths. During the summer he would spend his days off hanging out with his mother though. Sitting in the sun room sipping wine or lemonade just talking about nothing important.

Laughing at the words that came from his new friend's mouth, Vincent couldn't help but agree with Astrid. "Seriously, a steak that is half the size of my palm. I could kill a cow, take it to the butcher myself, get the cuts I want and still have nice sized chunks of meat for cheaper than whatever the hell it was they served me the other night." Hotdog stand, now that was what Vincent could kill for. "That sounds freaking fantastic, you don't know what I would kill for one of those little wieners in their nice and soft buns. Throw a bit of...oh my gosh, we have to go there." Now he was excited for a hotdog from a vendor on the street. Even though Vincent had prided himself in the kitchen an old school bratwurst or a polish sausage sounded magnificent. Or? Why not both, it was decided he was going to get both of them. Nodding to himself as he deducted what it was he was going to get.

Arthur Selwyn. "Oh yea, he was mad when he was first put into our unit. An Italian, a Brit and a French man go to war. Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but he really was a great guy. Super nice too, ungoldy hilarious as well." Vincent laughed as she spoke about the floo networks, sure they could apparate, but walking seemed so much more relaxing. Waving at a few co-workers as they made it to the main floor of the ministry. Vincent heard his name called from behind them and he grabbed Astrid shoulder as he turned around. It was his secretary and his lips turned into a frown. "What are you doing Mr. Mortelle? You missed the mandatory meeting for our department that you were supposed to head up." The frustration was very apparent in her voice that Vincent's shoulders drooped and he felt very bad.

"I got lost! I'm not lying, ask Astrid she was there!" Vincent said with a frieghtened tone in his voice; pouting his lip out he looked at Nadia. "I'm going to lunch, take these papers. See ya!" Grabbing onto Astrid's arm he pulled her through the people and soon he found that his grip had tightened as he stepped off into the shadows and pretty much flew through the darkness. It was a matter of seconds before they were outside, it was cold, but he had to escape from his evil secretary. "That woman, I tell you. Sometimes she just wants to torment me with all these meetings. They're so boring. So where is that hot dog stand you were talking about?"

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Mar 7, 2013 11:27:28 GMT -8

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Astrid felt a slight smile creeping on to her lips; she had always wanted to know more about Arthur Selwyn. He had always been a hero in her mind, and the fact that she now carried his wand - it was a family heirloom that had been passed down to her after she graduated Hogwarts - made him that much more significant in her eyes, ”I would love to see your journals.”

[/b] She said with a grin as she looked up at the very eccentric man. He was amusing, that much was for certain. She could see why most of her family had such wonderful stories to tell about him. Perhaps she would even be sharing this story someday with her son and then he could share it with her grandchildren, ”That is, of course, as long as they’re not too personal.”[/b] She winked deliberately and then grabbed her sunglasses from the top of her head. Even though they were still inside, she put them on, feeling strangely more comfortable when the people of the ministry couldn’t see her eyes. There was something just so...stiff about the ministry in general. It almost made her uncomfortable. There was a reason that she was not a ministry woman. She instead preferred the comforts of home, the park, and her kitchen.

Astrid put her hand over her mouth, trying her hardest not to laugh too loudly at what Vincent was exclaiming about. He was most certainly one of the most fascinating men that she had ever met. He wasn’t afraid to be himself even though he was surrounded by nearly a hundred people that he worked with. She found herself silently hoping that Valerian would become more like him as he aged; Val had such a stick up his arse sometimes about appearances. That was the reason that she was stuck in this stiff outfit now. If she had her way, she’d be in a maxi skirt and tank top with that wild brown hair of hers all over the place, ”Merlin, I’m pretty sure that they have pretzels and cheese dip as well. Forgive me, but I am an absolute sucker for street-food.”[/b] Astrid said, managing to keep a straight face for as long as she could before nudging the man slightly with her shoulder.

Astrid smiled, ”I’m nearly positive that you three were the source of that joke.”[/b] She rolled her eyes slightly as they walked toward the street-exit of the ministry. It wasn’t until Vincent grabbed her shoulder that she realized they were experiencing a slight snafu in the plan. Secretaries really could ruin everything, in her opinion, ”He was completely and utterly lost, Miss-”[/b] She looked down at the girl’s nametag, ”Nadia. Honestly, I swear, I’m not sure how this man gets anything done.”[/b] She gave a sly wink to her new companion as she continued, ”But if you would excuse us, we’ve got a mandatory budget meeting with Central Affairs and I’d hate to tell them that you were the reason that we were late.”[/b] Vincent handed the woman in paperwork and Astrid began walking in the other direction again, hoping to Merlin that he was following her.

It wasn’t until they slipped outside that Astrid felt herself breath a sigh of relief, followed by a loud laugh. Holding her laughter in so long always made her anxious and she was thankful to be out of the line of fire of the ministry. She knew that it was probably wrong that she had lied to the secretary, but she just couldn’t help herself. She wanted to get lunch with Vincent and she was going to be damned if some meeting kept them from talking more. She swore, he was the most interesting human...well, perhaps no human being that she had met in ages, ”I don’t know how you do it, honestly.”[/b] She said shaking her head. She pointed across the street as she began walking toward the hot-dog stand, ”Ministry life seems like a drag.”[/b] She looked both ways before stepping off the gap and tucking her hands into the pockets of her trench coat.

She stopped in front of the hotdog stand and put her elbows up on the front of the stand, ”Surprise me, Chuck.”[/b] She grinned at the man that was manning the station. He nodded, smiling slightly, as he whipped up a hot dog with the works. Relish, onions, a bit of chili and cheese sauce. Merlin, it had been ages since she had allowed herself to eat like this.

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Great Minds Run in Great Circles | Vinny Mar 29, 2013 16:35:57 GMT -8

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"Astrid. Nothing about my life is personal." Vincent smiled his famous goofy grin as they waltzed through the underground of the ministry. It was rather bright for being so hidden, but the air was much heavier than it should be. Street food sounded fantastic to say the least, and when the woman mentioned cheese dip and pretzels his heart melted, and soon after the Nadia intrusion and evasion Vincent nodded. This girl knew exactly how to handle people and even though Vin had years on Astrid, he still lacked in the social non-whining department. That had to be it. Astrid was a pro and he began to question why she didn't work in the ministry.

"To be honest with you, I don't know how I do it either. I work here full-time and at Hogwarts starting part-time here soon, but I think it has to do with the department I'm in. Someone has to protect the unsuspecting witches and wizards from my own kind. Especially rogues. I hate those damn creatures." Laughter filled his lungs as he looked up at the dull Britain sky. It was always so dreary and very not homely. Crossing the street Vincent opened up his wallet and looked at the guy.

Studying the small menu board attached to the cart, he smiled and ordered a couple polish dogs, three pretzels with cheese and a couple bottles of water. Paying the man for his own as well as Astrid's lunch, as well as tipping generously. Vince nodded at the man before grabbing his own order. "This better be as good as you make it sound, but the last time I ate like this was when I was doped up." Vincent laughed making light of the situation. His past didn't haunt him like it would most others, but there was one thing in his life that he wished he could change. That happened to be the lack of attention he gave his son.

Biting into the street vendor snacks Vincent was brought to realization that this wasn't just any polish sausage. "My God! This is the best damn wiener I've ever tasted!" His stomach rolled glad that he bought two and a crap load of other things. "You're so right. I am so going to give him my business in the future. Wanna find a bench? I'd rather not get ketchup on my jacket."

After finding a place to sit Vince devoured the goods, but lunch conversation was one of his most favorite things. "I think I have enough journals you could read through your entire lifetime. And you're more than welcome to them if you want. I'm not very private, so just let me know and I'll have them sent to you." It could have been dangerous if he didn't care about his past or his future, but Vincent believed in sharing his hardships so they didn't weigh him down. Being free of the past was one of the things he was thankful for and now he was a new man.