(( OOC: how to unfuck my own errors lol – I’m going to say Nadia was referring to him as “Mr. Ahmet” versus first name basis, my bad. ))
He turned to check the counter over for any trace of crumbs... but Miss McPadraic might just catch a blatant smirk as he did.
Apparently, it took a couple decades (or more!) to crush the soul out of some English women.
When Alexandra redirected their attention to the chef once more, Nadia was mortified! Here she was, a perfectly good and reputable acquaintance, and her charge was essentially choosing to talk to the furniture instead!
Ahmet turned to face them once more when he heard his taken surname. Ms. Wunderlich was looking at Miss McPadraic, mouth in a small but indignant ‘o’. Ahmet, on the other hand, was destined to live in the service of Miss McPadraic until she could wrangle a husband – could be days, could be years.
And she was adorable.
“Once or twice, Miss McPadraic,” he said offhandedly. His English was even more practiced than his German. “Mostly passing through to Preston.”
Manchester was mainly known for its overpopulation, whereas Preston was better known for its Grand National horse races.
That said, Mr. Baudelaire had sent him to cater to far more wizarding events in Manchester than Preston – there was a steady population of Central Asian Wizarding immigrants there, and some were quite wealthy.
“German, please,” Nadia said curtly.
“My apologies, Ms. Schneider.”
“It is Mrs. Wunderlich now.” She looked less and less impressed by the minute.
He turned to check the counter over for any trace of crumbs... but Miss McPadraic might just catch a blatant smirk as he did.
Apparently, it took a couple decades (or more!) to crush the soul out of some English women.
When Alexandra redirected their attention to the chef once more, Nadia was mortified! Here she was, a perfectly good and reputable acquaintance, and her charge was essentially choosing to talk to the furniture instead!
Ahmet turned to face them once more when he heard his taken surname. Ms. Wunderlich was looking at Miss McPadraic, mouth in a small but indignant ‘o’. Ahmet, on the other hand, was destined to live in the service of Miss McPadraic until she could wrangle a husband – could be days, could be years.
And she was adorable.
“Once or twice, Miss McPadraic,” he said offhandedly. His English was even more practiced than his German. “Mostly passing through to Preston.”
Manchester was mainly known for its overpopulation, whereas Preston was better known for its Grand National horse races.
That said, Mr. Baudelaire had sent him to cater to far more wizarding events in Manchester than Preston – there was a steady population of Central Asian Wizarding immigrants there, and some were quite wealthy.
“German, please,” Nadia said curtly.
“My apologies, Ms. Schneider.”
“It is Mrs. Wunderlich now.” She looked less and less impressed by the minute.