[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Harry cocked a brow at Peter, the man was interesting certainly, perhaps not brash, but certainly curt, in the kind of manner often shared by one who cared little for the thoughts of others, or whom had spent enough time around the right sort of company. It was an attitude he'd seen many men take during the war, although he'd avoided it himself, at least when out of the company of his fellow soldiers. He certainly didn't fault the man such an attitude, had he been swarmed in such a manner upon his own arrival, he'd have likely reacted similarly. Luckily, he had been relatively anonymous the entire time.

Feeling a hand grip his arm somewhat, Harry turned his gaze down toward Aziza, giving her a soft smile as he nodded his head to her, reaching over with his free hand to rest it over hers for a moment, squeezing it back in a reassuring manner before he turned back toward the Lord Major, nodding his head as they all agreed to make their way off. He appreciated the walk was not too far. When they got into the courtyard itself, he remained close to Aziza, taking a seat alongside her as he glanced around, sighing, he'd stayed in many barracks much like this one during the war, he couldn't help but wonder what memories it would bring.

Harry settled in his seat however for the time being, turning his gaze over to the group and listening to Peter's tale. Yet another pilot, the story was fascinating to be sure, but Harry found himself somewhat overwhelmed by aviators at that moment, he would happily take a trench and a horse any day, to a box in the sky, as he saw it.

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

William gave Vera a gentle nod. It was not common for them to be so gentle with one another, usually they were at each others necks, but every now and then such an interaction between them did take place, it was perhaps the main thing which caused their relationship to be so complicated. Feeling her hand slip from his arm, he turned his gaze over to Peter, noticing for a moment the man looking in his direction. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, he already seemed agitated enough, and William certainly couldn't see any reason to make the situation worse.

William looked to Vera again, nodding as she suggested they stay before he watched the room clear out. Letting out a soft sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Good lord, I thought they'd never leave."[/color][/b] He commented before turning it back toward Vera. He noted her quickly moving the topic, and while part of him felt an incessant nagging to press on it, he figured he'd do so later, perhaps when they were even more private. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Yes, I suppose we should at least get something done tonight."[/color][/b]