Lunch Break [Open]

[ALAN OSCAR CALTHORPE]

Without a doubt there were more then a few people in the world that disliked their job but it was safe to say that Mister Alan Calthorpe was not one of those people. Sure the point could easily be made that his job had not done much to take him very far but then the simple fact was that the former Slytherin didn't want to go any farther then he currently had. He was a man that lacked certain ambitions, while he did always want to better himself and the likes of his family when it came to his job things were different. While his choice of profession was perhaps one of a lesser feeling, it was one that he loved. Whole heartedly loved. It was something that could not be topped by any other thing in the world. And the best part of all was that people tended to leave him alone. There was no need for the mind numbing glad handing that seemed to live and breathe within the world of politics and things like it, and that was one thing Alan could not stand nor was he good at. That was simply why the rest of the family was there, they practically lived for that sort of entertainment, if it was even that. Though it was very true that the younger Calthorpe had never been one to work on bettering the family name. More then anything, as his brother said, was that he did more to destroy it. More then a few times his parents and brother had to play damage control and keep the youngest from feeling the recourse of his crimes. Crimes they were too. There was no way around not saying it. A few times already he had lost control of his temper (or for other reasons) and someone had suffered deadly consequence. Indeed, his family's power and ability to line the pockets of others was the only thing that kept one Alan Calthorpe from getting a one way ticket to the middle of the North Sea.

But all of that was something that scarcely registered with the wizard as he strolled with a spring in his step and a smile on his face back to the lounge where there was a promise of lunch. He had done quite a good job in working up an apatite after spending part of the morning with a few wizards that had been suspected of a market list of crimes. Indeed, getting answers out of people really was hard work even if most of the people around him thought his methods of persuasion where not correct and by some standards downright cruel but that was just the way people were. He didn't care whether or not people liked him and more then anything he failed to understand the problem that people had with the way he did things. In all honesty, all that mattered was that he got results and that was that. The ministry seemed more then happy with the job he was doing so that was all that really mattered, thank you very much. Alan staked his claim in his usual spot as his stomach gave a protesting growl, a simple reminder that the breakfast that the idiot house elf had made did little in staving off his hunger for the amount of time that it should have. As if at that mere thought the house elf in question appeared with a popping sound setting forth a silver platter filled with what was the younger Calthorpe's lunch and was off after a quick bow and before Alan could say the likes of anything. Though it really was no secret that he and the house elf had never really been the best of friends. In fact, the wizard was quite shore that the elf did his best to avoid him.

Alan shrugged off the thought and started on his lunch. He would have a chat with the house elf when he got home, that was simple fact.

[ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] IT WAS NEVER EASY, The Words: 606 The Outfit: this The Notes hope you don't mind It had been ages since Isabelle stepped foot into the Ministry of Magic. When she was a young woman just out of Hogwarts, she had gotten an internship under the department of law. At the time, she had been very interested in the law and even wanted to be the Minister of Magic when she grew up. After serving at the Ministry for a few years she realized that it wasn't the lifestyle she wanted, and that was when she decided to become a professor at Hogwarts. The occupation suited her much better. That didn't mean she regretted her time at the Ministry; no, she actually was thankful for it. For one it taught her life lessons she would never have learned about morality, and it was where she met her husband. It was where her life changed for good. Before she married Kaidan, she had been arranged to marry someone else. The arrangement had been made when she had been much younger, but she never fully agreed to it; Isabelle firmly believed that she should have been able to choose who she wed. After getting to know the man she was betrothed to, Isabelle didn't have any desire to share a life with him. Perhaps, for a while she had loved him, but after really getting to know what kind of a person he was she wanted nothing more than to escape. The moment she met Kaidan she knew that was who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and even though it involved world war III that was who she ended up with. Her father never fully forgave her for betraying her engagement, but in time her mother reasoned with him. Now she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't married Kaidan. Would her other marriage have gone more smoothly, or would it have been miserable? In fact, Kaidan was the reason she had to go to the Ministry. It was a Saturday afternoon, so she wasn't skipping class or anything. He had just forgotten a couple things at home and owled her earlier in the day asking her to bring them. When Isabelle first entered the building she was a bit unsure about where she was going; it had changed a bit. After getting directions from a few people she found her way to the auror office and dropped off her husband's things for him. Instead of heading back to the castle directly after, Isabelle decided to hang around and see the changes they had made to the Ministry. To say she was deeply intrigued was an understatement. She was also hoping to see some old friends and catch up with them. After all, she used to be very active in the department of law. When she was finished meandering around the different floors of the Ministry she decided to stop by the lounge to see if there was anyone of interest in there. Nothing could have prepared her for what was waiting in there. Stepping into the room brought her back to the day when she was a foolish, young teenager; back to the day when she was betrothed to someone she didn't love. The years had aged him, but he was easily recognizable. Despite the fact she was at a loss for words, she did an excellent job looking calm. Isabelle moved into the room and took a seat across from him; sitting away would look weird, and walking away from the room would look rude. She allowed herself to smile before speaking to him. "Hello, Alan," she said pleasantly. "It feels like it has been ages." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[ALAN OSCAR CALTHORPE]

There had only ever been one woman that had managed to break Alan Calthorpe's heart (yes, he did have one) and that was one that he had not seen in years. Indeed, things were perhaps for the better the way that they had turned out considering everything but there were a few times where the wizard just had to ask himself about what might have been. Though it was safe to say that there was no point in dwelling on the past and things of that nature. The fact of the matter had been that he was in love or at least thought that was the case at one time and ever since things hadn't quite been the same. But the simple truth was that he hadn't actually tried since the arranged marriage that had been set up for him fell through. Like everything else there was a part of the younger Calthorpe that felt that, there again, worrying about the family name continuing was his brother's problem. Not his. But then again nothing was ever his problem. Still there were more then a few memories he had of his more peaceful time with the girl that he thought was going to be his one and only. Even if it was time wasted and memories of that nature really were for the weak.

But even that fact couldn't hold a candle to the number of thoughts that flooded his head once the seat across from him was taken. There was a more then a few lost words that the wizard had and for a moment he felt like a young teen again. So many feelings, memories and, dare he even say it, hopes and dreams to be had in those times. Not that they were altogether shared by the witch in front of him. If that had been the case she would not have left him for the likes of a Gryffindor. The only saving grace of that being that at least she chose to keep her blood selections pure. Still there was little in the case of forgiving the amount of embarrassment that he felt when things ended. The whole event did more then enough to his pride and perhaps even some tarnish to his family name. The house elf still bore a few scars from his reaction to the news he was given. It just didn't seem fair, it just wasn't right. And yet here they were anyway. Just shy of fifteen years down the road and there were feelings that he still held for the witch.

"Isabelle." Alan greeted, unable to keep the sound of surprise out of his voice. He had not seen the witch in quite some time since he could remember seeing her. In fact, it was quite possible the last he had seen of her had been when she was still at the Ministry, officially of course. Her husband on the other hand, he knew well enough about. The two of them had crossed paths more then a few times and each and every time there was a certain desire to incinerate the man where he stood. Lucky for him, however, the fact that the former Slytherin didn't want to inflict any pain upon Isabelle. Yes, even though that ship had sailed years ago and in more then a few ways he had moved on, there was always going to be that part of himself that cared for the witch. No matter how much he hated it and how pointless it was. Regardless, it all had the ability to kill his appetite and that was a feat. "Yes, it has been." He replied, picking at his food. "I've been good. All the unrest that's been going on has been keeping me busy." The wizard gave her a rare, genuine smile. "What about you? Things good?" And for once his questions were not idle chitchat. He actually cared.