Summer 1887 - Dean's House
Work had picked up in the last few weeks and frankly, Dean had been busy, both traveling and at the office. He'd just come back from a little over a week in Greece, trying to help with some documents that had eaten up a lot of time, but in the end, been a fabulously interesting puzzle to sort through. He was going to have to pick up some books on Ancient Greek and start studying. Being on the shore of the Mediterranean for almost ten days wasn't all that bad either. He was a little more tan than usual and tousled after travel. His department head had given him a few days off to make up for the straight sprint they'd put him through and Dean had every intention of taking one of those days to sleep off the exhaustion.
He'd spent the next couple of days after that still holed up in his bedroom for an entirely different reason. After he'd reconnected with an old friend while in Greece, a pretty brunette who had once helped him improve his Greek while he taught her French they spent some time just catching up, indulging in some curiosities. Dean rarely had to rely on the ministry appointed lodgings when he traveled. She'd also been curious a bout some of the other things he had an interest in and so she'd ventured up for a short visit to play around in his bedroom for a taste of what she'd been asking about. Dean had felt a little rusty, having abstained for a while, but she'd been a nice little sub to break in and she seemed to take to it, too.
She'd left a few minutes ago, headed off to Paris to visit friends and Dean had meandered into his office to get his cigarettes before he went to pick up his room and change the sheets. He was looking for his matches when heard someone step out of the floo. "Thaleia, did you forget something?" Dean called in Greek, not expecting anyone else this early in the evening. When he rounded back into the sitting room, it wasn't Thaleia though, it was Dempsey. Their schedules hadn't quiet connected in a regrettably long couple of weeks, but he hadn't expected to see him tonight either, but tomorrow; Dean had set aside the time purposefully. "Hi," he greeted with a warm smile, running a hand through his hair. "I thought you weren't going to be back until tomorrow?" It was a pleasant surprise at least.
He'd spent the next couple of days after that still holed up in his bedroom for an entirely different reason. After he'd reconnected with an old friend while in Greece, a pretty brunette who had once helped him improve his Greek while he taught her French they spent some time just catching up, indulging in some curiosities. Dean rarely had to rely on the ministry appointed lodgings when he traveled. She'd also been curious a bout some of the other things he had an interest in and so she'd ventured up for a short visit to play around in his bedroom for a taste of what she'd been asking about. Dean had felt a little rusty, having abstained for a while, but she'd been a nice little sub to break in and she seemed to take to it, too.
She'd left a few minutes ago, headed off to Paris to visit friends and Dean had meandered into his office to get his cigarettes before he went to pick up his room and change the sheets. He was looking for his matches when heard someone step out of the floo. "Thaleia, did you forget something?" Dean called in Greek, not expecting anyone else this early in the evening. When he rounded back into the sitting room, it wasn't Thaleia though, it was Dempsey. Their schedules hadn't quiet connected in a regrettably long couple of weeks, but he hadn't expected to see him tonight either, but tomorrow; Dean had set aside the time purposefully. "Hi," he greeted with a warm smile, running a hand through his hair. "I thought you weren't going to be back until tomorrow?" It was a pleasant surprise at least.
to those of you playing along at home, M is just their default until proven otherwise xD