| Details for Reclaiming My Bollocks |
| Summary: | Cyril finally mans up and asks Cooper out himself. |
| Date: | December 21, 1937 |
| Location: | Law Enforcement, MoM |
| Related: | A Man Worthy |
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Law Enforcement Ministry Of Magic - London
Fri Dec 21, 1937 ((Wed Nov 21 05:27:43 2012)) (Level 2)
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement is the wizarding world's equivalent of the Department of Justice. The first thing to see upon arriving on this level of the Ministry is a waiting area with a few comfortable chairs lined up against the wall and some tables with old magazines on them and a small potted plant. All of it facing the duty desk. Behind the duty desk one of the officers of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol sits the watch, doubling as receptionist and bouncer. Behind him is a large open space with desks full of paperwork where other officers of the M.L.E.S. discharge their duties. Along the walls of the larger room are large bulletin board full of maps, pictures of dark wizards and witches, clipping from the Daily Prophet, and other miscellaneous items. Within a corridor leading deeper into this level of the Ministry doors open to the Auror Office, the Hit Wizards office, the Improper Use of Magic Office, the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, and the Wizengamot Administration Services.
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"Yes you missed quite the sight. I was never fond of the color purple and now I rather detest it," Cooper pauses to speak with the MLE officer at the duty desk one her way back in from lunch. She's only returned to work less than a week ago after being quarantined for a month so people in the office are only getting used to seeing her face around again. "Sorry I didn't step out to visit you Coop. I can do severed arms and mauled faces, but for some reason I can't seem to stomach the sick ones," he looks apologetically at her. And with a bright grin, she pushes thick pair of glasses up the slope of her nose to pshaw and say, "Aw it's no problem Iggy. You're just going to have to take half of my case load." She lets out a hearty laugh but something in her eyes indicates she's not joking.
Cyril walks into the department with every bit of his swagger at his command. One hand remains pocketed in his grey, silk pockets and the other swings slowly at his side. There's a look of determination on his face as he approaches the young Auror, humming softly to himself as he does so.
And the man behind the duty desk also laughs merrily in reply, thinking that dear sweet-faced Cooper is kidding as she always tends to do. He only realizes that he's still on duty when he catches the platinum blonde man in the corner of his eye. Clearing his throat he straightens his posture and acknowledges Cyril. "Yes sir, can I help you?" he asks. Cooper, however, remains leaning casually against the duty desk, blue eyes staring straight back at the muscular man with her arms crossed. Unlike her colleague, she does recognize him and says nothing but only looks at him expectantly.
Cyril shakes his head and keeps moving right on past the man, saying, "No, thank you." He stops in front of the woman and says, "Genevieve Cooper? I've come to ask you out on a date." He stands there, not doing anything to try and make himself particularly presentable or more handsome. Just waiting with raised eyebrows and hands resting on his hips. Though, with his arms akimbo, he does look like he's five feet wide and made of steel, so y'know, some people might find that attractive.
The MLE officer 'uhhs' in confusion when he's refused and subsequently ignored and then stares between Cooper and the man. Well this is suddenly awkward for him. Cooper remains planted in her spot, arms still crossed as she appraises Cyril behind her thick glasses. "Right, well Mr. Malfoy. It's good to see you too. You're looking lovely today despite this dreadfully cold weather. That's how good conversations usually start, am I correct?" she gives him a teasing smile that carries only a tinge of smugness. "But since we're skipping all that and cutting to the chase: when and where?"
Cyril raises his eyebrows at Cooper and says, "I wouldn't know. I've never had one. Perhaps you can show me your mystical conversational ways some day." He smirks and sniffs a bit, saying, "When are you free? I wouldn't want to put you out or anything. I'm sure you've got a lot of people vying for your attention these days."
Mr. MLE on duty has sunk back into his work desk, choosing to stay out of this conversation for it has no place for him any longer. "Yes, well that's apparent," Cooper offers with a dry nod but continues on casually, "I've got enough to keep me entertained, sure." That's followed with a warm smile and then ponders over his question though. "Hmmm I'm likely available tomorrow night. Got a few pre-Christmas errands to run and I shall be free for the rest of the evening. Does that work out well for you?"
Cyril smiles warmly right back at her and says, "Seeing as I have no responsibilities or things to keep me otherwise occupied until next week, I'd say that yes, it will work just fine for me." He smirks and says, "Looks as if I've reclaimed my bollocks, as it were, huh?" His smirk widens and he looks back to see how the on-duty officer will respond.
"Excellent," Cooper agrees to the times and with a sweeping gesture over her clothes she asks, "And my attire, will this be appropriate for wherever you have planned to bring us? Or am I going to have to go with something dressier." Her trousers, are they even gender appropriate? Who knows! But certainly the entire department has just gotten used to Cooper's strange fashion choices. The word 'bollocks' though makes the MLE officer snort and cough up some of his coffee. Clearing his throat, he looks between the Auror and the Malfoy as he dabs at the bits of drink that he spilled on himself. "Sorry," he mutters and returns back to his work. But Cooper replies with a brief half-smile, "Hmmm, this is a good start. Having your sister ask before yourself is certainly a great deal to make up for. But yes, this is a good start. We'll see how the rest goes, shall we?"
Cyril smiles at her and says, "I'm sure whatever you choose shall be appropriate, Ms. Cooper. I'm a bit tired of fine dining, myself, so I thought maybe just spending a night about London might be fun. What do you think?" He chuckles at the cop and nods to Cooper, "A good start, indeed." He looks as if he's about to leave and says, "Oh, and one last thing. Can we not ever talk about politics? People think that because my family enjoys destroying a conversation by delving into screaming matches, that I enjoy it, too. That is not the case."
Cooper nod in approval to the game plan, though vague sounds like it would be enjoyable. "A casual evening suits me just fine." But she too checks her wrist watch, preparing to go back to work until he asks the one last question. "If your views resemble your brother's, and your intentions for the evening are for you and I to have fun, I highly recommend we never talk politics, hmm?" The stern instruction is given with a warm smile that doesn't seem to match the way she says the statement. Still, Cooper adds, "Also. I like gerber daisies and punctuality. So be prompt, Mr. Malfoy. I'll see you tomorrow evening." Tapping on the desk, she picks up a small stack of papers and nods to the officer while turning to the direction of her cubicle, "Heading back to the grind, Iggy."
Cyril shoots her a wink and says, "You'll find that my brother and I are worlds apart, dear Ms. Cooper. Do have a wonderful day. I shall see you tomorrow." With that, he turns around and heads towards the door, having successfully reclaimed his bollocks. A storybook ending, really.