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[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Now. Please use them sparingly." Alexander said whilst placing a briefcase ever so gently on top of the main desk. "Golden Snidget eggs....they are quite expensive. And recently we've been having trouble with egg poachers." The Spaniard turned around, his expression grave whilst he spoke to an aged Madam Pomfrey. "And considering how one of your nurses clumsily dropped one last time...this Infirmary has only been allowed half a dozen. Which is more than most." He nodded at the lady and clicked open his work briefcase, revealing six, tiny eggs that were white as ivory yet held a certain golden sheen to them. They were extremely useful as they had many properties that were beneficial to most antidotes. It was just a shame that the Golden Snidget was such an endangered species.

Alexander gave the lady his goodbye and tilted his hat before breezing over to the door. Whilst he walked, he unbuttoned his white coat that he wore whenever he ran errands like these. Underneath he wore a blue, flannel shirt - much more Alex. Picking up his backpack that he had left at the door, he stuffed the white garment inside and pulled out a his waistcoat.

Opening the door with one hand and busy doing up buttons with the other, the Spaniard bumped into someone trying to enter the Infirmary whilst he left.
"L-Lo siento." He stuttered, going pink in the face. "I didn't see you there"

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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(OOC: Crappy post. Me tired. Sorrys. )

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alexander felt an immense rush of relief on seeing that it was Brent that he had clashed into. Still quite red in the face, he began to finish doing up his waistcoat buttons with shaky hands.
"Hola Brent." The spaniard chuckled. "Just dropping off some supplies for the Infirmary. I'm still the errand boy for my wing in a way..." He gave a half smile and shrugged his shoulders. Although Alex was no longer a Healer-In-Training there had been no other additions to the Potion and Plant Poisoning wing ever since his promotion to Healer. So, he was still the 'newbie' in a way.
Looking down, Alex spotted that he had completely messed up - he had buttoned buttons were the button wasn't meant to be buttoned. If you know what I mean.
"How're things goin'?" Alexander smiled weakly, going pinker while he sorted out his waistcoat again. He felt like such an idiot. "This is kinda the last place I'd expect to see you...even if I am at Hogwarts."

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i]." Brent beamed in his usual goofy way. He was pretty sure that being the errand boy wasn't exciting in the slightest.

Bumping into Alex had been a bit of a miracle really, it delayed Brent from his Emergency Beer Supply Rescue Mission/Maryn Confrontation. And who knew? Maybe he'd be put off the idea completely or possibly be able to use a summoning charm to get them and not injure someone in the process.

Brent shrugged his shoulders in reply, "Okay, I guess..."
It was pretty much the truth. Things were going neither bad nor good for Brent right now. Okay, so maybe things were actually going badly but it wasn't like Brent had the guts to admit that, even to Alex.

"I, uh, I was kind of here on a rescue mission. Not by choice exactly." he chuckled, feeling a little idiotic. Stupid beer. Always managed to come first.

Amused, Brent smirked at Alex who was still rosy cheeked and struggling to do up his waistcoat. "Need any help?" he asked, raising a brow.[/color][/font][/ul]

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

The offer of getting his waistcoat fastened by Brent was....tempting in a way. But terribly awkward and embarrassing, too. Alexander shook his head furiously, glowing even brighter and straightened his sleeveless jacket out.
"No, no, no. I-I'm fine." Alex stammered, patting down his front on sorting himself out. Thanks for making me feel more of an idiot, pal.

[/color] He grumbled inwardly, adjusting awkwardly the backpack slung across his back.

"But rescue mission?" Alexander repeated, quirking an single, thin eyebrow up in question. He glanced backwards into the Infirmary and looked back at Brent. "Is it serious? Anything I can help with?" The young man asked, speaking with a natural purr. He fished for a watch that he wore on his wrist at all times, peering at the time. Instead of saying the hour, it would say what he was meant to be doing. Like an agenda. But cooler. Right now it read: Nothing in particular.

He had had planned to just apparate home to London, being Hogwarts his final message for the day, and then just potter about until it was evening. Then slink down to a music bar on the corner of his street and drink the rest of the night away. Alexander's life was so eventful and full of twists, it was crazy.
"Well?"

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[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alexander looked up at Brent and blinked a couple of times. He was here....after beer? Well, that was Brent for you. The spaniard shook his head and chuckled lightly. He'd give the guy a break this once. He was having a pretty tough time, what with Maryn and that. Alex'd see the funny side and agree to help.
"That is pretty serious stuff, Brent." He put on a serious face, raising his eyebrows and bobbing his head gently. "I'll help you in your plight....but..." Alexander had turned to walk through the door again but had paused, his hand on the door handle. The young man turned around, a smile painted on his lips. "...only if you share. I'll distract her...say that I need to see how exactly they are storing the Smidget eggs." Alexander was reaching again into his backpack, whipping out his white lab coat emblazoned with his old house's shield. He shrugged it on and winked at Brent.
" And you go get, summon, whatever your beer. Trato?"

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alexander fished out his wand out from his back pocket and gave it a graceful twirl in his fingers, gesturing that he had Brent's back should this go terribly, terribly wrong. His wand was slender, eleven inches bang on, made from dark ebony with a male peacock feather and unicorn tail hair core. It had a showy nature. Even though it was no more powerful that other wands it liked to add an extra flair to his magic, more sparkles, lights and the like. Alex loved his wand. It was a complete show off.
"Here I go." He muttered, straightening out his white coat and slipped his wand into the special pocket in his front.

Walking up to the main desk, he pretended to seem flustered, as if he had honestly forgotten something.
"Miss. Maryn?" He asked, heading towards the store room in the back. "Miss. Maryn? it had completely slipped my mind...I'm afraid I must revise how you intend to preserve these eggs. I'm sure you're aware that they spoil easily. Would you be so kind as to show me the fridge?" He had his professional voice on. But still with his noticeable Spanish purr. That would never ever leave him.

"I assume you keep them in here, yes?" Alexander inquired, slipping into the storeroom. "Do show me, please. I wouldn't want to cause any mess."

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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(OOC: Sorry again. I had to rush this. >__<)

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Yes...everything is in good shape ...constant temperate ...controlled humidity ...just try not to keep them too close to ingredients that you usually use..." Alexander began to shift things around in the storing fridge. They probably wouldn't approve but he was buying Brent more time. He moved the valuable Snidget eggs more towards the back of the fridge on the top shelf, bringing more common ingredients to the front so the eggs would be in no risk of accidentally getting knocked over. They were extremely fragile.

Guessing he had stolen Brent enough time, the young man straightened up and placed his hands on his hips.
"You know what? Maybe you should just keep them elsewhere..." He finally mumbled. "Like...a smaller fridge in the office for items such as these." He looked at his watch-bracelet and pulled a sharp intake of air, feigning shock: Nothing in particular, it still read but Maryn needn't know that.

"I'm afraid I must leave." The Spaniard said with a small bow and a tilt of his fedora. "Adiós, Miss. Maryn. Until next time." And with that Alex set about leaving the Infirmary with a quickened pace. He probably brushed off as an odd character at times but, then again, Alex was sometimes just that. Odd.

"I see you managed." Alexander smiled on spotting a hidden Brent that now had two trays of beer on him. "I really wouldn't of minded fetching you some, if that was really all you wanted." Alexander held his dark coloured wand between his teeth while he unbuttoned his lab coat and stuffed it in his bag again.

"But I guess this was faster." Alex chuckled lightly, slipping his wand into a pocket sewed into the inside of his waistcoat. "You and your beer. A love story that even Shakespeare wouldn't be able to write." His chuckle grew louder before suddenly falling silent. Alex wondered for a moment if Brent had even read works from the famous Muggle writer. He waved his hand in a 'never mind' gesture before turning on his heel and walking.
"We should move. You wouldn't want Maryn catching you slinking around here, would you?"

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alexander furrowed his slender eyebrows on spotted Brent's puzzled expression - he obviously hadn't read Shakespeare. Alex was Spanish and even he had read some of his works. In Spanish, of course, but still, that wasn't the point. Maybe...just maybe...he'd force his friend to at least read Romeo and Juliet one of these days.
"I saaay....we gooo....." Alexander looked around as he walked, chewing his bottom lip in thought. "...preferably not around students. That's for definite." The Spaniard chuckled lightly. Brent, although he drank, didn't come off as a guy that would openly drink in front of students, especially being the head of his house.
"How about a tower? I could do with catchin' some sun." Alexander pulled back one of his sleeves and grimaced at its lack of colour. One thing he didn't like about England - its lack of warm months. Sure, the summer was great but...not as great as back at home.

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[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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