There was always some visit to arrange. Being foreign service for the British Ministry meant he interacted with high-level officials visiting from other wizarding ministries on a regular basis. It was good for business, but the more time he spent booking meetings and attending functions, the less his heart with it. Elan sat in the coffeeshop, tapping his pencil on his sketchboook. To make a career change threee years in roiled his stomach at times,but then all he had to do was think of Winnie - her steaming conviction and brassy smile - and the anxiety would fade. Which meant he was now in the coffeeshop, brainstorming how to go from being a foreign service officer to some sort of wizarding ecologist or conservatinist and after an hour his page was still blank except for absurd doodles of dragons and chameleons. Elan sighed and reached for his coffee. He had made a commitment, and he wouldn't leave until he had a plan of action. Even if the place were crowded, and the barista was glaring hexes at him between making mugs of cappacino and London Fogs.
Post by GASTON GRAHAM on Jul 19, 2017 12:48:59 GMT -6
Gaston loved being a professor, but he did feel a lot better getting to leave the castle. He was allowed his own free time and that did make him feel good. No one cared what he wanted to do and that was helpful in his own world. Sure, nothing was really planned, but that did make him feel more in control. For a few hours at least he wouldn't have to go ahead and stare at a bunch of hormonal teenagers. But as he moved around, he spotted a coffee shop. Without any trouble at all, he ordered something at random. He didn't care what he got, really. He'd drink just about anything.
But there was a problem because he didn't know where to sit. Instead he aimed for a table near some other male. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"