[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Harry's lips split into a smile as he felt the gentle brush of Aziza's lips against his cheek. The feeling was as warm as it always had been, and though it had become more-or-less a frequent pleasure over the last day, it was always as welcome as the first. Fixing up his shirt somewhat, he followed her out of the room and down the hall towards the Lord-Major's office. He gave the soldiers they passed gentle and respectful nods, doing his best to ignore the distant sounds of drilling and firearms training as they moved along. 

When they came to find Haakon and Josephine, Harry remained silent as Aziza spoke to them, giving them both a simple smile and a nod towards both as they continued moving. He was unsure why they were there, but imagined any meeting between them and the Lord-Major had likely not been a particularly welcome affair given some of the events of the previous evenings. Turning his gaze towards the door of the Lord-Major's office, Harry could not help but raise an eyebrow at the commotion on the other side. However, though the man himself was an oddity, and even as Harry was no longer a proper enlisted man, he could not help but stiffen up somewhat as the man opened the door, just managing to catch himself before he saluted. [b][color=686F91]"Sir."[/color][/b] He greeted the man with a nod, whilst allowing Aziza to speak.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] The Egyptian Museum[/center][hr]

William's attitude had shifted dramatically upon entering Vera's office proper. The sight of Peter had boiled up a great deal of frustration in the man, jealousy even, as he had seen Vera move to take Peter's hand and the man's lips grace her forehead. Yet in that case, William could've almost thanked George for providing a completely different, if not utterly-horrifying distraction for him to focus on instead. One half of his mind insisted that William not look at George at all, but he could only find himself awe-struck and gawking at the man's appearance, as if he was the most fascinating part of a circus freak-show.

As he heard the voices around the room and looked over all the others briefly, William was at least pleased that he had held a particularly tame reaction, at least in his mind. William had avoided screaming, running, or fainting, and instead settled for a kind of horrifying awe, though whether or not such a reaction could actually be perceived as worse in poor George's eyes, well, that never particularly factored into William's thoughts.