[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color] & [color=007236]Mahendra Huq Zalil[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color] The Museum
[color=007236][b]Skills:[/b][/color] None[/center][hr]


Haakon continued to stand halfway on the side and out of the way of the conversations that was taking place. He felt awkward in this position, even though this had hardly been the first time someone had ignored what he only presumed they viewed as a nosy reporter. Still, the fact that even Jospehine apparently had better things set sight on made him stand there, looking at the various characters that now inhabited the reception. They were indeed a rag-tag group of people, like he had already thought so many times before that day and the day before. 

[Color=DF0101]"Hello, Miss Ridgeway. Like you said; Again."[/color] Haakon said, adding a chuckle at the end of his words in hopes of making his prior awkward disposition less awkward. At least Lauren had had the kind heart to acknowledge his existence. Haakon looked back at Josephine as she too looked at him with a certain look. A knowing look. It wasn't hard for the reporter to comprehend what was going on in that mind behind those dashing, brown eyes. Haakon watched her walk past him, looked back at Akhmed, and returned back to where the conversation was at. 

[color=007236]"A fine choice of career indeed, Sir, a fine choice. Perhaps I would have had the honour of attending myself, but rocks and landscapes appear to have become my path in this life. Perhaps in another one?"[/color] Mahendra's smile widened genuinely at the Lord Major's approval of his military service, which meant a lot from a man of such rank as the older and wiser Englishman. He had indeed heard of Woolwich, but with the lack of information of British education, Oxford was really the only choice for a man of the Subcontinent. 

Mahendra had very much wished to give the Lord Major a satisfactory answer to his inquest, but the more he thought about it as he tried to form words in his mouth, the terrible sight of George reappeared before his eyes. Hopefully it didn't look as if the Bengali had seen a ghost, but inside him, he felt a sense of dread as he couldn't find the answer. [color=007236]"I'm afraid I cannot say for certain, Sir Lord Major. There was many subjects mentioned in her office, and...let us just say, if I may, that I was not one of the fortunate ones to be observant to that question."[/color]