[Paris] beyond the mundane [sylvain]

“Hmm,” Sylvain said, feeling somewhat disappointed that there wasn't a way between rejection and approval that meant that more skilled witches or wizards than the original inventor worked on perfecting an idea.

He finished his plate, grinning as he listened to Fabien speak about the sneakoscope. It was an amusing thought for sure. He swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a really useful invention for sure. Is it on sale yet? I might want to get one of those.”

Again Sylvain nodded. This time it was his response to doing the muggle actor a favour. “Yes,  if you put it like that it makes sense. I'd spare him the embarrassment. Might even be able to lead him towards another occupation that's better suited for him. Maybe he should sell tickets rather than get on stage.” He grinned slightly and put down his cutlery.

“Well, then I guess you could come and see me on stage of the muggle theatre playing the main part there.” He laughed and emptied his drink. “Lunch breaks pass way too quickly when you have a good company. Thank you, by the way, for the encouragement. It actually cheered me up quite a bit. I mean, I've been dying to play that role and I guess it's going to be a real thing now.” He smiled at his friend.

“Anyway, Félicienne will be mad if I extent my break. She has hers when I'm back and is probably already waiting for me so she can have a break. I'll see you around.” He got to his feet and hurried back to the office, feeling a lot more light hearted than he had before the meeting with his friend.

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Fabien didn't often talk about his work along these lines. Most of the time he simply complained about his job. It was somewhat surprising that Sylvain had actually found his description of the approval and rejection process interesting. Even more surprising that Fabien had realised that he didn't totally hate what he did. At least there was variety and he wasn't doing to same thing day after day, even if he did have to take precautions to avoid the inevitable smells and explosions. "I'm not sure. Sometimes people will send us details of their finished products and ask if there's anyone in the department willing to offer an endorsement, but I don't think we received anything..." he made a mental note to check that file when he returned to the office. If not, they'd just have to check the Prophet advertisements and see if it was mentioned there.

"Like I said before, let me know when the tickets are on sale. It'll be good to have an evening out to look forward to" he said. Fabien felt no concern for the unknown muggle - as his friend said, they would just be doing the man a favour by making sure he didn't embarrass himself onstage in front of an audience. Really, he would have liked to actually witness Sylvain hexing his fellow actor. Asking what spell he was thinking of using might just discourage him from going through with the plan, and if Fabien had to spend the evening at the theatre he'd much prefer watching someone he knew in the lead role rather than some unknown who couldn't even rmember the right lines.

"Alright, mustn't upset the boss" he said with a smirk as Sylvain prepared to take his leave "It's been good. Same time next week?" Having arrived slightly later Fabien would be able to take a slightly more leisurely stroll back to his own office, and he levered himself carefully to his feet and stretched slightly, adjusting his weight to the most comfortable position. Then he unstrapped his wand and headed back in the direction of his office, ready to recast his bubble-head charm and continue with the daily routine.

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