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“Well lucky for you they were purposely enchanted just for your kind-“ He chuckled to himself. “An endless supply should be good enough.” Rivers shrugged grinning. “Let’s hope you don’t get a stomach ache.”

"Puh-lease. Me? A stomach ache? From eating too much? Never. I'm far too trained in the art of overeating," the blonde joked, shaking her head. "Although, thanks for warning me, Doc. If I did get a stomach ache and you hadn't, well, what a tragedy that would be."

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“More so critiqueing my dear.” Dr Rivers commented un-fazed by her appearing behind him. “Doctor William Rivers, pleasure.” He smiled at her. “I was just talking about you - so what do you think of my ‘fashion’ choices?” This should be good.

“They’re….” Evelyn started, looking the man up and down before placing the tip of her index finger on her chin. “Fine. Nothing far too extravagant, but sometimes less is more.Only sometimes though.More is also more, more works too.” She started circling him, examining his outfit even more. “I mean, it is put together quite well, there’s no arguing with that.And it fits pretty well, too.”

Laughing, she shrugged her shoulders. “But hey,” the blonde smiled, shaking her head. “I’m no designer, or stylist, if you want a professional opinion you should go ask one of them. I’m just an editor.”

The doctor couldn’t help but laugh extremely loud, he seemed to be tearing up holding onto his side. “You sure are a funny one miss oh my!” He chuckled wiping away a tear. “But don’t worry your expectations will surely be met soon enough.” Rivers patted his hair grinning. “I don’t know what I would exspected of an editor of a fashion magazine to be fair. Probably a snobbish highly fashionable young women.”

“Do I meet none of your expectations then?” Evelyn asked, pretending to be offended as she threw her hand over her chest and gasped. “Well, I never took myself for a common old woman personally, but now I have a professional’s opinion.”

Giggling softly, she shook her head. “I’m glad I met you today, Dr Rivers. If not, it would have been awfully boring.”

“Indeed you did - I can’t wait to get invited to an upperclass party with the little sandwiches.” The doctor played along. “And all the variety of hats” He bowed his head. “I’m glad you are one of the few who said that on the first visit.” He smirked. “Normally people who talk to me for the first time are hating it or very upset.” Rivers said rather glumly. “You on the other hand are a big exception.”

“Then you mustn’t meet many new people, because I’m sure loads of other people’d find you as interesting as I do,” Evelyn smiled at him. “And of course, I’ll be in touch when I get an invite to a party such as that. I’ll take you as my plus one,” she giggled, patting the man’s knee as she did so. “We’ll have to go hat shopping in advance. Maybe we’ll pick up a couple of feather boas, too.”

“Hats?” Rivers repeated uncertain. “I’m sorry m’dear but this doctor does not do hats. Just a fine framed suit for me thank you very much.” He nooded. “But never the less I’m sure hats very much suit you, after all the bigger the hat on the women.” The Doctor thought for a moment not remembering. “It speaks volumes about the women? .. well that’s a fashion trend in Britain. When they go to the races or any important event. I’m not sure about here though.”

“Well, of course I’m extremely against hats also, after-all, think of what they do to your hair after they’ve been on for a while,” Evelyn gasped at the thought, and then shook her head and giggled. “I was only making a joke, since hats was one of the things you associated with ‘upperclass parties’, as I believe you referred to them as. Oh! And tiny sandwiches, but I could never hate tiny sandwiches. ”

“Indeed - if you ever visit my home or office you will always find silver strays with tiny cucumber sandwiches .. oh! And not to mention a fine tea seat.” He nooded agreeing with her. “Although no hats are neede of course Miss.” Doctor Rivers Chuckled. “Maybe I am a upperclass man after all, my job reflecting that also. You will just have to visit and find out.”

"Perhaps I'll invite myself over sometime in the near future, between writing and Christmas shopping," she laughed, smiling at him. "Rest my tired legs after a long day walking in my heels, and feast upon all your tiny cucumber sandwiches. Although I do warn you, you won't have any left by the time I'm gone."

Theseus stayed in the position, his expression almost bored. “A noble gentleman has to be seen in a good suit at all times.” he said, quoting his father a little.

"Very wise words," she said, nodding slightly. "Very wise indeed. Except, what if you got bored of all your good suits? What then? You'd force yourself to get another one, just because you want to prove you're a noble gentleman? " Evelyn laughed slightly, shaking her head as she did so. "Well I doubt you need the fancy suits to show that, sir."

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Laughing softly, the blonde hugged her friend back, before pulling away and shaking her head. “So, how have you been then? Terrible without me, I’m assuming?” Evelyn winked, and laughed again. “At least I haven’t been disrupting your work, although that bit of peace and quiet is gone for you now.”

“I couldn’t agree more!” James nodded furiously. “Works been an absolute drag - I mean.” He stopped himself from continuing. Taking a deep breath. “Work is absolutely wonderful. I am not pulling down moral at all.” He put on a fake smile shaking his head as he disagreed with his statement. His eyes moved around the room quickly before moving back to here. “Oh … the usual …”

“No, no, no. You’re telling me about how your work has been an absolute drag, and I’m going to listen intently, with both ears. It isn’t often that I get to hear the great James Burgess complain,” Eve teased, deciding to just sit on top of his desk. “Well, go on then.”

James put on the most painfully fake smile on his face, shaking his head slowly, “What ever do you mean?” He asked trying to act confused. “I absolutely love it here! Nothing to complain about. Honest.”

Evelyn nodded, laughing softly. “Of course you do. Now come on, James, I read you like an open book. Spill,” she jokingly demanded, poking at his arms playfully

He looked around shifty, expecting sonebody to drop in their conversation. “Fanatic …. attacks….” James whispered nervously. “More of them - Grindelwald has set himself free ….” instantly James covered his mouth, his eyes widen at what he said.

“Set himself what now?” Evelyn asked with a raised eyebrow, not fully expecting an answer. “You know, you’re lucky we’re so close, Jamesie, otherwise it’d be written into an article and published by tomorrow morning,” she laughed half-heartedly as she tried to make light of the situation. “You have to promise me you’ve been okay, though. You’re all safe and sound, right?”

James leaned forward dead serious. “You should write that article.” Then fell back in his seat sighing. “I think I’m safe.” He Shrugged. “Define safe in this day and age. You can’t.”

"I define safe as in my friend not being targeted, or hurt. And while you don't look like either has been or is currently happening, I'd rather be certain." Evelyn crossed her arms and looked at James through narrowed eyes, although she couldn't hold her expression for long. Eventually, she shook her head and smiled at him. "You know, I would write the article, but it wouldn't really fit into the overall aesthetic of the magazine."

Laughing softly, the blonde hugged her friend back, before pulling away and shaking her head. “So, how have you been then? Terrible without me, I’m assuming?” Evelyn winked, and laughed again. “At least I haven’t been disrupting your work, although that bit of peace and quiet is gone for you now.”

“I couldn’t agree more!” James nodded furiously. “Works been an absolute drag - I mean.” He stopped himself from continuing. Taking a deep breath. “Work is absolutely wonderful. I am not pulling down moral at all.” He put on a fake smile shaking his head as he disagreed with his statement. His eyes moved around the room quickly before moving back to here. “Oh … the usual …”

“No, no, no. You’re telling me about how your work has been an absolute drag, and I’m going to listen intently, with both ears. It isn’t often that I get to hear the great James Burgess complain,” Eve teased, deciding to just sit on top of his desk. “Well, go on then.”

James put on the most painfully fake smile on his face, shaking his head slowly, “What ever do you mean?” He asked trying to act confused. “I absolutely love it here! Nothing to complain about. Honest.”

Evelyn nodded, laughing softly. “Of course you do. Now come on, James, I read you like an open book. Spill,” she jokingly demanded, poking at his arms playfully

He looked around shifty, expecting sonebody to drop in their conversation. “Fanatic …. attacks….” James whispered nervously. “More of them - Grindelwald has set himself free ….” instantly James covered his mouth, his eyes widen at what he said.

"Set himself what now?" Evelyn asked with a raised eyebrow, not fully expecting an answer. "You know, you're lucky we're so close, Jamesie, otherwise it'd be written into an article and published by tomorrow morning," she laughed half-heartedly as she tried to make light of the situation. "You have to promise me you've been okay, though. You're all safe and sound, right?"