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Sam was buzzed, well no. Sam was drunk, but for the first time in a long time the good kind of drunk. The enbravened drunk that pushed you to do stupid things. Things you’d been to stubborn to do sober. He landed at her door with a little wobble, taking a moment to find his balance before knocking loudly on her door. “Bailey! Bailey open up.” 

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Sam sighed as he looked around his room, he should probably clean it up. He checked his phone, knowing Bailey was at the stupid ball thing all twenty one plus MACUSA officials were ‘encouraged’ to attend. He rubbed his face at the feeling that tugged his chest at thinking about her. With another sigh he shot her a quick text to check in. Hey B, if the thing blows you know where I live.

Sam couldn't take it anymore. It had been weeks since the night of the presidents ball. Weeks since Bailey had come over to he and Sebs place late with champagne. Weeks since she had spoken to him. They had avoided each other for a day or two after that and then Sam realized that was stupid. But apparently she didn't feel the same way. Maybe she didn't feel the same way about him as he felt about her. Maybe that night had been the cause of alcohol and alcohol only.

Sam tracked her down in the ministry that afternoon. He was finally of desk duty which kept him out of the office far more. So on the occasion he had a reason other than Bailey to be in the building he took it. "Hey. Fielding." He called to her when he seen her up ahead.

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