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I didn’t know whether I was fulfilled at the Ministry, but I was satisfied, at least…and in the beginning that had seemed like enough.
He sighed again, and his eyes met mine. “Is that all?” he asked, rather rudely, I thought.
Romance By Stealth
“My friends like to do that to me, too,” he admitted, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a self-conscious smile – it was barely perceptible, but it was there. He looked kind and handsome that way. “I usually end up like that poor sod.”
“I…I know, but…” His voice became very quiet. “Have a drink with me?”
A New Friend
"I really think you must be the nicest person I've ever met."
It's Really Nothing
“You do like him though, don’t you? I mean, every other day, it’s, ‘He said this, and then I said that, and then we talked about this, and then in the corridor at work yesterday he asked how I was doing’ - which is code, of course, for ‘I want you to have my babies.’”
Rumor Has It
“I reckon ‘special’ is one word I’d use to describe someone dating Percy Weasley.”
A Nice, Respectable Job
"And if you, for some incomprehensible reason, think anything about yourself is pathetic, try the fact that I wanted to work at the Ministry since I was about twelve.” He pushed up his glasses and gave me a sardonic smirk. “Kind of sick, isn’t it?”
When Good Sense Goes on Holiday
I tried to talk myself out of it, but my attempts were feeble - and anyway, it was all shoulds and shouldn’ts. Should wait a little longer, Audrey. Shouldn’t be so forward, Audrey. But ultimately, I wasn’t interested in these thoughts.
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