"The young man arched his eyebrow and took time to finish the paragraph he was writing before turning around to face Sally. He was indeed uptight, spotless in fact. His suit was neat and tailored, his hair water-combed save for a strand that always hung down his forehead and a pair of neatly polished glasses framed his pale green eyes, perfecting the intellectual aura he seemed to emit. "How may I help you, Miss..?" he inquired, fishing for a name to refer to."
This is a scene from a RP session I had this morning.
Sally ventures to the ministry of magic to ask her father for help (regarding a rogue pack of werewolves). Her father directs her to an expert on such matters, a man on the third floor (who's as dry and humorless as his complexion is pale. Dead serious in fact and a right riot to play). He is a young, peculiar man who never seems to laugh at anything, yet his sarcastic comments never fails him.
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