lunch break -- Open

[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

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It was overall a pretty good day. He hadn't been late to work (a feat in itself as he usually threw his alarm clock against the wall every morning)... He had received an owl from his brother asking him how work was going, and had remembered to actually bring his lunch. Overall? A good day. Okay, so many twenty year old's probably wouldn't count as 'remembering your lunch' as part of a 'good day' but hey! This was Mikey. And he liked to enjoy the simple things in life. And remembering ones lunch was a simple thing. Honestly, he'd forget his head if it weren't attached.

He was humming slightly as he sat on the edge of the fountain in the lobby area. A Blood Pop was currently in his mouth, mostly gone already. It wasn't easy being Half-Vampire. Of course, he had it easier than those that were full vampires. But still... it made it slightly difficult to sit and concentrate on work when you were able to hear the person's heart racing in the cubicle next to you for one reason or another. It was rather distracting. That's why he wanted to meet the person who invented the blood pops... and kiss them. Really. He or She was his new best friend. Not that he had any idea on what that had to do with the Blood Pops.... other than stopping him from just biting the person's neck to see what would happen (like he didn't already know) but Mikey was used to his train of thought jumping from one place to the next and didn't question it.

When the blood pop was completely gone, he wrapped the wrapper around the part that had been in his mouth and stuck it in his pocket to throw out later. He tilted his head to the side slightly, looking into the fountain that was slightly behind him. There were coins in the fountain... all of which would be collected at the end of the month to be given to St. Mungo's. He fished around in his pocket before tossing a knut into the water. He didn't have any other money on him at the time. He started to bob his head up and down slightly as he hummed a song to himself. He still had an hour to kill before returning to work, and he had nothing better to do. Before long, his humming turned into singing lightly under his breath.

"Oh Mickey, what a pity
You don't understand
You take me by the heart
When you take me by the hand
Oh Mickey, you're so pretty
Can't you understand
It's guys like you Mickey
Oh what you do Mickey, do Mickey
Don't break my heart Mickey!".

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^{TAG - OPEN
WORDS - 457
NOTES - blah
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

She finished her report in record time, setting her quill down as she closed her eyes and leaned into the chair. It had been a rather Long morning as she put her arms behind her head and sighed. Another former Death Eater had broken out of Azkaban and Constance had been instructed to retrieve them. It had always been a little interesting for one of the parents of her housemates to find themselves at the end of her wand, and they had called her everything that one could think of when she got them.


With a small yawn, she opened her eyes and checked her watch, pleased that it was around lunch time. For the first time in weeks, Constance was able to go out for lunch and she gave a pleased smile. Standing up, the former Slytherin adjusted her blouse and tucked it into the waistband of her pants. As she walked, the soft clicking of her heels met the floor with each step, leaving her office with a spring in her step as she decided upon going out to lunch. It was a treat she didn't get often. She looked at her watch once more, taking in consideration in who would be less likely busy.

She could go see George, maybe Ginny or Draco. Alice would most likely be off... The young woman had just passed the fountain when she decided on not bothering any of them. Humming to herself, Constance was surprised to hear someone singing quietly, and she blinked as she found it was Mikey, who worked in her department. "Hey there." She smiled.

- tag : mikey, open
- notes :
- words : 273
- music : Watching HP7
- outfit : click me
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

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He glanced down at the watch he was wearing. Dear Merlin, he still had to much time left to go back to work. Well, he could always just go back to work early... Maybe he would even finish early and would be able to leave. A small frown appeared on his features. He highly doubted that. It was nice to think about, yes. But the chances of something unexpected coming up and needing to be filled out was just to high. No point in attempting to get his hopes up for nothing. A small sigh escaped him as he continued to dance slightly in place to the tune in his mind.

It was a muggle song, something that probably came out a few years ago. He wasn't entirely sure when. But it was nice, up-beat, and it just seemed to make him feel happy. He had first heard it on a Muggle movie... American movie. If he recalled, it was 'Bring it on'... or something like that. He couldn't exactly remember what the movie had been about. Something about men and women jumping up and down and catching each other. Cheer-leading he thought. But he wasn't sure. Not like he paid much attention anyways. He had been dozing when watching the movie, and had only really woken up to go to bed when it had ended.

He stopped his singing and turned slightly to look and see who called out to him. He recognized Constance from the department. He smiled brightly at her, waving slightly. “Hi Constance. You just getting to lunch?” he asked her. She was one of the witches that actually went out into the field to work. In all honesty, Mikey was a bit jealous. He wished he had enough concentration to go out and work in the field. He could barely concentrate on a single piece of paper! Knowing his luck, he'd get his partner hurt... or killed. No, for now, paper work was good for him.

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^{TAG - Constance, Open
WORDS - 332
NOTES - blah
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

Because of her timing usually, Constance always had a new report on her desk in the morning, more likely to be a higher level escapee that made her wonder if the Ministry were just trying to kill her off so they could finally get rid of the Malfoy family. She’d even asked Kingsley about it, the last time she saw it, and the older gentleman had only laughed and assured her that it was nothing like that. It had taken her a lot not to roll her eyes and walk off back to whatever she’d been doing. Every once in a while, the brunette tended to sleep under her desk and not even bother leaving the area. She had a pillow, a blanket, and a spare set of clothes if she ever needed it hidden in a drawer.

Tucking her hands into the pockets of her dress pants, Constance came up behind the younger male, surprised to hear him singing a muggle song that she’d heard once or twice while flipping through the channels on the television she placed in her room. She enjoyed irritating her housemates, especially Draco’s father. “I am,” She smiled softly, waving her hand in return. She was always pleased to see him working, it was really helpful that their floor had someone other than each person to file everything out. “Do you care to join me? Or are you getting back to work soon? I could go for a coffee and probably a sandwich.” She chuckled.

At five-foot-six, she was relatively averaged height, brown hair cut short with stormy light blue-gray eyes. The Former Slytherin remembered him from the school, but vaguely, because he had dated her friend, Alice. She hadn’t talk to him very often, though. She’d been a little too busy pre-occupied with not getting hexed to nothingness at the school during her last few years of school. Constance had an art of irritating certain people, and having others adore her. It still stunned her when some people thought that she couldn’t do them any harm.

- tag : mikey
- notes : blah is right v.v
- words : 343
- music :A Day To Remember
- outfit : click me
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance

[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

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Mikey loved the floor he worked on. You got to meet so many interesting individuals. Also, it seemed that every new day brought on new excitement. Not that Mikey himself got to participate in such excitement. But when he had to read and process the reports given, and making sure all the reports matched up accordingly of course, he felt like he had been there himself. The reports were so detail orientated. And as an artist, he valued detail. Maybe it was one of the reasons he was having such a hard time in attempting to move out into the actual field.

He nodded his head slightly as she gave an affirmative answer to his question. To be honest, it was kind of rare that she got a lunch break. He had seen a lot of workers in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement go without getting a break. And even then, they were the last ones in the office at night and the first ones to enter in the mornings. Sometimes, Mikey doubted that they even went home n the first place.

He blinked, looking at her from the corner of his eye. He had already eaten... But he still had quite sometime to spend before actually returning to work. He smiled at her lightly, nodding his head. “I was going to go back to work... But that was for a lack of anything better to do. And to be honest, I'd much rather take advantage of my lunch break. So I'm game for whatever it is you want.” he said to her. He made a slight face at the mention of coffee.

“You can get a coffee. I'd rather not. Just the smell makes me nauseated. Actually, just thinking about it does.” he said. His face lit up brightly, “Tell you what! You can get that coffee, and I'll get a Hot chocolate! How's that said?” he asked her. Yes, hot chocolate. Mikey loved the stuff. Every child loved hot chocolate, and Mikey was the biggest child to ever walk the planet.

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^{TAG - Constance, Open
WORDS - 347
NOTES - in reality... it's to hot for hot coco
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

There were some days she wanted to pack up and go to sleep, but that meant that Constance would have to admit that Draco was right and she would have to stop the risk. It wasn't going to happen. Every once in a while, the brunette hung out with Harry during lunch, other days take a nap underneath her desk. She usually transfigured her jackets into a mattress. It wasn't quite healthy, but Constance knew it was remarkably comfortable and she could rest for hours. Earlier, she'd finished what bit of paperwork she had, setting them aside for the desk jobs. Most of them were follow ups from captured criminals when they left her office area, she didn't know what the Auror department did.


 It was slightly amusing to find that Mikey wanted out in the field. Constance thought he was too kind for it, but of course, she wasn't going to mention it as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her dress pants. She didn't like wearing robes, she never had. In fact, the first thing she used to do was change into more comfortable clothes. Constance was very happy with worn and faded jeans, and muggle band tees to irritate her friends. She knew that she wasn't the only one in the department that didn't really ever get breaks. "Ah, you're so dedicated," She smiled. "Well, come along then," She beamed lightly, chuckling at his expression. Mikey was adorable and extremely bubbly. 


Constance supposed it was another reason she had been surprised when she found Alice's ex sitting behind a desk doing paperwork. She wondered of it were the right career for someone so... well, happy. "Hot chocolate sounds perfect, I'll get one too." It was sweet, and the sugar in it definitely would keep her awake. She wasn't too concerned about the calories, her job kept her active enough.

 

- tag : mikey, open
- notes :
- words : 312
- music : All Time Low
- outfit : click me
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress.  lyrics from icing by charity vance

[Mikey Valente Lestoat]

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If asked why he wanted to come out into the field, Mikey would probably just end up staring at you like you had grown a third eye. Granted, it was not something that was entirely disturbing, considering what generally happened in the wizarding world. In all honesty, he couldn't tell you a good solid reason why he wanted to move away from his desk job. Just that he did. Okay, he could probably answer the question, but it wouldn't sound right in words. It was just a feeling that he had to.

He shrugged slightly when she said he was so dedicated. “It's not like I have anything better to do. I don't live at home anymore, and well... those bills don't pay themselves.” he said with a small frown. However, it was impossibly to keep Mikey down for long. His smile quickly reappeared on his features. Alright! Hot Chocolate! He jumped up with a loud 'whoop!', attracting a few stares in their general direction. Mikey didn't pay them any mind; whether or not he had noticed the stares was a debate that would probably never be won.

“There's this really good Muggle Place that's near by we can go there! They even got those little marshmallows that you can put in yourself! I always put way to much in mine because when they melt, the froth it forms with the Hot coco is delicious!” he said, once again speaking on one breath in his excitement.

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^{TAG - Constance, Open
WORDS - 248
NOTES - Wow, sorry for the crappy reply, brain died
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[Constance Rayne McCarthy]

It was always interesting to see the reactions of others when she said that she was a Hit Witch. At five-foot-six inches and one-hundred and thirty-five pounds, Constance looked like she could be blown away in the wind – not fight against a dangerous criminal that was twice her size, and unfortunately, there were some that were like that. She had gotten the job after applying to it and speaking to Kingsley personally. She met all the requirements, even exceeding her N.E.W.T.s. She didn’t have to show how well she could defend herself.

A small smile crossed her lips as she nodded her head in understanding, "I’m trying to get away from the Malfoy’s at the moment, so I’ll admit the pay helps a lot.” She reached up to stretch her arms above her head, the handle of her wand barely becoming visible for a second before becoming hidden by the tails of her shirt as Mikey jumped up and cheered. She blinked a little bit as people stared at them and had to avoid clearing her throat. Despite all that had gone on in the past four years of her life, attention still made Constance feel just a little well, uncomfortable.

"Sounds good to me,” She smiled, chuckling a bit. When Constance was younger, she always wanted a younger sibling and as the young woman thought about it, she’d want one as enthusiastic about everything as Mikey was. It was probably why she took Astoria under her wing back in her seventh year… She, Mikey, and Ginny all seemed to have a certain innocence around them that one could feel that they needed to protect, but it still wasn’t a brilliant idea to underestimate them. "How is it you have so much energy?” She laughed, "I’m usually winded by three.” And that wasn’t even on a fast past day.

- tag : mikey, open
- notes : lol, it’s fine!
- words : 302
- music : Even Angels Fall – Jessica Riddle
- outfit : click me
- credit : template brought to you by The_Actress. lyrics from icing by charity vance