There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.
In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol
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"Do I at least get the pleasure of being the first for a surfing lesson?" she asks, crossing her arms over her chest with a soft laugh and an arched brow.
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"Of course. You did have the first request," he informs her, mimicking her posture to a certain degree. "Everyone else is on a first-come, first-served basis."
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And, perhaps, a way of solidifying the friendship as well.
"Rather, I'm simply glad that this sign seems to suggest that you've managed to fashion the first surfboard?" Hermione asks, brushing her knuckles against her cheek as her eyes briefly scan over the rest of the bulletin board posts, some of them faded and washed out by the sun. "Easily enough to be capable of making that offer to others."
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"Well, I've got the one Danny arrived with, but I'm working on the other as we speak. It's a little easier said than done, but I'll probably have to take it out for a test run to make sure the wood is the right density. It's got to be light enough, too. We don't want someone stepping up only to sink right down to the bottom of the ocean," he adds, grinning crookedly.
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Pursing her lips, she tilts her head and smiles at him again. "Though, speaking of busy schedules... congratulations on the nomination. Well-deserved, from what I've heard of your ITF work," Hermione commends with a nod.
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"And to you," he adds, nodding quickly. "Although it came as something of a surprise, at first. But I think I can maybe lend a unique perspective."
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