Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Dec 31, 2008 12:55:50 GMT -5
Carlisle Zanetti had not seen Tamis Raynor in more years than he wished to count. They had gone to Hogwarts together and had even been together in Healer training, but had parted ways many years ago. Yet here he was, walking the familiar halls to where her office now resided. It was strange to be in the employment of Tamis Raynor, but somehow Carlisle couldn't imagine it any other way. It only seemed natural that Tamis was at the helm of a big institution like Hogwarts; she'd always had that leadership quality about her. A light smirked played on the man's lips as he thought of their time at school and turned the corner, reaching the office door. He knocked on the wood with his knuckle, his ring rapping loudly.
Carlisle took a step back, zipping up his cardigan enough that the collar of his dress shirt underneath was showing. He fixed the collar, making sure it was flipped down and flat. Carlisle ran his hand over his hair to ensure no strand were sticking up where they shouldn't be. He looked at a portrait next to the door, seeing his reflection in the frame and smirked at himself. He stepped back to stand in front of the door, waiting for the office to be opened. Very uncharacteristically, Carlisle found himself nervous. He wasn't sure if he was nervous because he was seeing the woman again after so long or if it was because a personal friend was now his employer. Carlisle was never one to really be nervous of anything, but he found himself with a slight case of the jitters. Open the bloody door, already, he thought anxiously. His hands slipped into the pockets of his slacks and he tried to stand casually. Damn those nerves.
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Carlisle took a step back, zipping up his cardigan enough that the collar of his dress shirt underneath was showing. He fixed the collar, making sure it was flipped down and flat. Carlisle ran his hand over his hair to ensure no strand were sticking up where they shouldn't be. He looked at a portrait next to the door, seeing his reflection in the frame and smirked at himself. He stepped back to stand in front of the door, waiting for the office to be opened. Very uncharacteristically, Carlisle found himself nervous. He wasn't sure if he was nervous because he was seeing the woman again after so long or if it was because a personal friend was now his employer. Carlisle was never one to really be nervous of anything, but he found himself with a slight case of the jitters. Open the bloody door, already, he thought anxiously. His hands slipped into the pockets of his slacks and he tried to stand casually. Damn those nerves.
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