[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
[img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/d03fc8a9229db3193e86bfc3b3c8b536/tumblr_nkhkysMc5r1uokpato5_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][b][color=686F91]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

Hearing Aziza's initial response to Haakon and Josephine, Harry frowned, giving her a nod as she thanked him before comfortably leading her away from the table in time. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he usually did once he felt her fingers lace with his own, moving over toward the buffet as he glanced over to her. [b][color=686F91]"I'll happily escort you home, or anywhere else, if you decide you've had enough at any point."[/color][/b] He assured her quietly. It was strange for Harry, over the past day or so he had experienced quite the shift in personality. His book, the very reason he'd come to Cairo in the first place, was no longer a concern in his mind, his own safety was little one at this point. Instead, Harry had begun to feel as though his greatest purpose was essentially to be a guardian to Aziza, there was just something about the way he felt around her, she could drown out all the nightmares and thoughts that he still had, that he normally would have had in a place such as where they were.

Reaching the buffet with her, he smiled softly as he shook the thought from his mind, not realising he'd been gripping her hand a little tightly as it ran through his mind. [b][color=686F91]"Now, let's see what we have here..."[/color][/b] He took some time explaining all of the available dishes, smiling as he did so. In a way it was nostalgic, seeing the kind of food available that he as an enlisted man only dreamed of having during the war. There had been a few times where he and a few of the other non-commissioned officers had snuck into the officer's kitchen to steal leftovers before they left for Africa, it felt strange to actually be able to properly enjoy it all. Strange, but good.

[hr][hr]

[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
[img]http://49.media.tumblr.com/ff46ab5f5f3b663db052ad5d797359c6/tumblr_o23ey3NKbE1qdhps7o3_500.gif[/img][/center]
[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks[/center][hr]

As William waited by the gate he couldn't help but feel an odd pit in his stomach. His mind was on a loop, reminding him to ensure that Vera was okay. It was surreal, never before had he experienced such a sensation, and he couldn't understand why. Vera was lovely, attractive and intelligent, her clumsiness had a sort of adorable charm and the ways she acted when she became frustrated with him were almost endearing. However, it was not the first time he'd had a physical attraction to a woman before, that was essentially true of almost any woman William ever laid eyes on. No, there was something more about Vera, something he couldn't put his finger on, it just didn't make sense to him.

Turning his gaze over to the other man who approached, William raised an eyebrow as he said he was sent by the warden. Suddenly the pit in William's gut got deeper, what if he was here to inform the Lord-Major that something terrible had happened to Vera, that she had been one of those murdered the night before, or that something else even more tragic and awful had befallen her. His face went white as a sheet as he turned to the guard, quickly hurrying after him as he let his eyes dart around the barracks, looking for any sign of the Lord-Major. As they reached the courtyard however, that feeling in his gut disappeared, setting his eyes upon Vera.

He smiled, genuinely and with relief as he saw her, about to run off away from the guard and over to ensure she was indeed okay, then he realized who she was with. Seeing as Peter slipped his arm around her, that horrid, wretched feeling in his gut returned, twisted far more now than it had been before as his smile faded quickly and turned into almost a scowl, William had never experinced jealousy before. Quickly, before Peter could look over and see his distaste, he turned and continued following the guard, paying her no mind, well, trying not to.