Oz Bradley (0z) wrote in occultus, |
'Pucey.' Oz inwardly smiled at the formality of it all. He thought he'd given up calling people by their last names once he left Hogwarts. But the Ministry seemed to run by the same social rules as the school. Hilarious really.
Watching the other man carefully, he tried not to notice the way he moved, like he was on the edge of something. Oz also attempted to tamp down his wolf senses, ignoring the traces of need running through the man's scent. Maybe he needed more caffeine. He certainly seemed to be cradling the coffee cup like it was his life source.
Shifting in his seat, he drew one leg up, heel on the chair, to rest his chin on his knee. Tapping the side of his mug with black painted nails, he answered the unexpected question. ‘No, I didn’t go. But some friends of mine went. They said it was a mess.’
Watching the other man carefully, he tried not to notice the way he moved, like he was on the edge of something. Oz also attempted to tamp down his wolf senses, ignoring the traces of need running through the man's scent. Maybe he needed more caffeine. He certainly seemed to be cradling the coffee cup like it was his life source.
Shifting in his seat, he drew one leg up, heel on the chair, to rest his chin on his knee. Tapping the side of his mug with black painted nails, he answered the unexpected question. ‘No, I didn’t go. But some friends of mine went. They said it was a mess.’
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