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Interesting Owl Post - Mockridge Dower House
Author: Cloris Mockridge
Date: 12-02-12 10:09
Cloris crossed her ankles as she shifted in her chair. Her neutral expression shifted to a frown as she read Valeria's letter, pleased that the girl was spending her time with Petula, granddaughter of Cloris' own brother, and with Anton Avery. Both were perfectly acceptable choices and she could find no fault with Valeria for them.
But what had her frowning was the description of the History of Magic syllabus. That Valeria had included comments about the older students complaints only perturbed her further. She would agree that the Founders of Hogwarts were important, but surely not to spend so much time on, and certainly not to cover four times. Pulling aside, she made a note to speak to the other Governors about Professor Morgan, who had been Professor Davyd. She underlined the point when Valeria mentioned rumors about the Professor attending class while indisposed last term. If the witch had lost the respect of her students, that was a problem.
Her granddaughter's request for more books was easy enough, and she knew Kirley and Nephele would be sending some as well, but she had a few that she thought might be useful, especially when she read Valeria's account of their duel with the Gryffindor Second Years. It would be good for them to be able to defend themselves, and she knew the covers were innocuous enough. With a snap of her fingers, she called the house elf, though she couldn't remember just which was here with her today.
"Bring the box of things I've been gathering for Valeria. I'll be adding some books, then I want it shipped this afternoon. Prepare one of the owls," Cloris ordered as the elf squeaked and bowed before disappearing without a sound. She didn't like the noise they made, so she'd ordered it to cease when Kirley, Nephele and Valeria had moved to the TownHouse.
Another letter, nearly finished, sat beside the one she'd been reading and she quickly jotted down a name before addressing it to Phyllida Grimshaw-Spore. The poor dear had to be struggling with her father treated so poorly. Really, Cloris couldn't help herself, she had to help the child. And she knew that suggesting Blaise Zabini to her would be a world of help in getting that silly man out of Azkaban. After all, Blaise had kept Pansy out, and was the best, though not well known outside of certain circles.
While she waited for the box, she wrote a quick letter to Valeria, commending her on her choices in friends and on defending herself so ably. She would tuck it in with the books, along with a note not to worry about the History of Magic situation, she herself would investigate that. And then she went for her library, choosing a few books that she thought would helpful and putting the into the waiting package. When the elf came back, she instructed him to send her letter off to Miss Grimshaw-Spore, and to get the package on it's way to Hogwarts.
Stalker
Author: Jet
Date: 12-02-12 10:45
Bending down to look through a telescope in display in one of the Astronomer's Nook windows Petra Karathanasis swivels it to follow someone walking along the lane outside. After a helping a customer with the door, Jet walks over to where Petra now has the telescope turned as far as it will go and still be pointed out the window. "Your stalker is around again."
"Marilee?"
"You have another stalker?" Petra stands up and pushes the telescope back into it's usual position. "You had the talk with her?"
"Several times. She gives every indication she grasps what I've said, often apologizes for coming off as trying to push herself onto me but then within only a day or two, Marilee is back to hovering constantly. Her latest thing is attempting to find out what courses I've signed up to take during Michaelmas at St. Emrys."
An evil little smirk forms on Petra's lips. "Let's go through the term's course offerings and make a list. Put notations on it, that sort of thing, then crumple it up and throw it out. I'm betting Stalker Girl roots through and finds it then scurries off to sign up for the courses on the parchment."
"You can be evil sometimes, you know that?"
"Only sometimes?" Petra retorts with another smirk.
Jet makes a face at her before walking over to offer help to a customer who's just come into the shoppe. When done he rejoins Petra who's now moved on to fiddling with an astrolabe. "Why are you here anyway? Skivving off work?"
"Late lunch. You'd mentioned you wouldn't be taking a lunch break until about now and it worked out that way for me so I thought I'd come and pester you into coming to Delia's Deli. If Marilee Turpin is out there though, maybe we should diapparate or Floo from here for somewhere else to eat so she doesn't even know you've left."
"Works for me. It will annoy the Ministry watchdog as well."
"Still doing that are they?"
"Why wouldn't they be? I've not been cooperative but they don't want to resort quite yet to forcing me into what they'd probably deem to be protective custody."
"It would help if you'd just come back to work with us again."
"And be even more under their thumb? I don't think so. Anyway, where do you want to go?"
"I saw an ad for a new place that has something called Tex Mex. I'm not quite sure what that means but we could give it a try."
"They have a Floo?"
"You have a copy of today's paper? The ad is in there. It might say if not, at least I won't have to try and give you the address off the top of my head."
Paper retrieved from behind the counter and ad located, Jet and Petra are soon Flooing to find out if Tex Mex is any good for lunch on the sly.
Confirmation
Author: Jolyon
Date: 12-02-12 11:46
The sixth year N.E.W.T.-level students sat around the picnic benches outside the barn and listened to their professor discuss the graphorn, an extremely dangerous magical creature native to the mountains of Europe. Graphorns were large, hump-backed creatures with tough, greyish-purple skin. As the name suggested, they possessed horns, which were made of gold.
This was the sixth year students' second class meeting this week; they had met yesterday in a double class, in which Professor Kent had introduced to them the course and given them his expectations, before delving into the first topic for discussion, the demiguise.
So far, his classes had gone quite well. The students seemed eager to learn after a long holiday away from Hogwarts, and nobody had given him cause to seek disciplinary actions yet. In sum, Jolyon couldn't complain.
However, he still wondered about the Kent twins. Promptly after the Start-of-Term Feast ended, Jolyon wrote to his ex-wife to inquire if she had a confession to make. The letter underwent many crossings-out and revisions, and he still wasn't satisfied with the one he eventually sent. What did one say to someone with whom he'd had no contact in over a decade? How exactly did one accuse that person of birthing children without informing the likely father?
Not surprisingly, Jolyon had yet to hear from Merrie.
He glanced at his watch and saw that class was nearly over. He quickly wrapped his train of thought and then asked if anybody had any questions about graphorns. When nobody seemed to, he reminded everyone of the research essay on demiguise poaching due on Tuesday and then wished everyone a nice evening.
The sixth years cleared out, and Jolyon took his roll book and notes inside, carrying them up to the desk in the loft. When he climbed back down the ladder, he found that he wasn't alone.
"Merrie," he breathed, shocked at the sight of her standing before him. She looked just as he remembered, though slightly older, and still incredibly beautiful.
"Hello, Jolyon," she greeted.
"You came," he stated, seemingly unable to formulate sentences longer than only a few words.
"Yes, well, I got your letter," she replied, producing it from a silk, Chinese-style purse she carried over her shoulder. "I didn't know you were a teacher here."
"This is the start of my fifth year teaching Care of Magical Creatures," he explained.
Merrie stuffed the letter back into her purse and started pacing the dusty barn floor. "Had I known you would be here, I would have probably written you or come to see you in person. I didn't want you to find out the way you did."
"Considering it's been over eleven years, I have the feeling you didn't want me to find out at all. Why, Merrie?"
She stopped and studied a speck of dirt on the ground. "I didn't know I was pregnant when we separated," she began, "and by the time I found out, we weren't talking anymore. I know it was wrong, but I had moved on and I knew you had, too."
"That's not really a good excuse for keeping me away from my children," Jolyon remarked. He didn't sound angry, but deep down he was.
"I know, and I know I can't give you back the time you lost with them. I also know that you won't ever forgive me, but I really am sorry, Jolyon." She raised her eyes then to meet his, and Jolyon was surprised to see that they were filled with tears.
He didn't want to give in, but something in him made him go soft. He went to her, brushing the tears off her cheeks with his thumbs. "Don't cry, Merrie."
He pulled his hands away but didn't step back. "Do they know about me?"
Merrie shook her head. "No," she said. "They know that I was married before and that we separated before they were born, but I never told them anything about you, not even your name. I guess they never asked because I was always dating somebody."
"Will you tell them the truth?" Jolyon asked. He knew Arielle and Asher didn't need the distraction the revelation would bring them, not now when they had only just begun their first year at Hogwarts, but at the same time, they had a right to know.
Merrie hesitated. "I don't know how they will react."
"I think you should tell them, but I also think you should wait." Jolyon didn't want to wait, but he had to think about what was best for the children. "It's only the first week of school, and they are already facing numerous, new challenges. It wouldn't be fair to them to spring on them the fact that I'm their father on top of everything else."
Merrie nodded. "I'm glad you think so, and I promise, I will tell them the truth. Maybe you and I can sit down together and discuss when it might be a good time to do so."
"I'm free for the rest of the day if you are available," Jolyon said.
"I am."
"Would you like to go somewhere in Hogsmeade?"
"Let's."
They immediately set off together. Along the way, Jolyon thought about how it felt to finally know that Arielle and Asher Kent were his children, and what they would think when they found out the truth themselves.
Betrayer
Author: Dante Knight
Date: 12-02-12 12:51
As soon as Professor McGonagall had left him alone with Minister Shacklebolt, Dante's instinct had been to quickly excuse himself after a somewhat stilted, uncomfortable exchange of polite small talk. Much as he wanted to bolt he made himself stay, segueing from the small to, "I believe Professor McGonagall left us alone because there's something the Ministry should know and that it's best coming from me."
Curiosity piqued the Minister who had yet to take a seat, settled into the chair the headmistress had provided before leaving with th excuse of seeing to refreshments. "That has a somewhat ominous sound."
"You could say that." Before he could change his mind and hurry off with some lame excuse of never mind, maybe later, Dante had forged ahead, cutting right the heart of the matter. "Dante Knight is an alias I've lived under for the past few years. By birth name is Garrett Vickers and I am the youngest child of Terrence and Lorraine Vickers."
Though the events that led to his parents' notoriety happened before Dante had even been conceived, Minister Shacklebolt is old enough plus is a former Auror to recognize the names. By the time Professor McGonagall returned, Dante had given the full story and Minister Shacklebolt was asking probing questions. The headmistress's return reminded them both that the Minister had come on other business. Dante suggested, "Why don't I let you two take care of whatever it is you came for Mnister. I have office hours I should see to."
Minister Shacklebolt had fixed him with a steely stare before slowly nodding. "Yes, that will work. I do want you to accompany me back to the Ministry and give a formal statement."
In too far now to be anything but cooperative Dante had readily agreed. "Yes, of course."
That is how he comes to find himself now sitting in an interrogation room somewhere on level 2 within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This level alone is an absolute maze. He has a hard time imagining just how labyrinthian the entire Ministry of Magic must be and wonders how long it takes a new employee to learn how to navigate all the nooks and crannies. Hogwarts is bad enough but he could easily see someone quickly overwhelmed attempting to locate a particular office or cubicle.
Minister Shacklebolt appears in the doorway accompanied by a red head who looks familiar. As the two stand talking a few seconds in tones too low for him to hear, Dante tries to place the man. Ron Weasley. He's met Ron through Ron's sister-in-law and Dante's Hogwarts colleague Majandra. He immediately wonders if that's why Minister Shacklebolt has brought Ron in now.
Dante doesn't have much time to speculate because Minister Shacklebolt and Mr. Weasley step fully into the room and approach the table where he sits. "Professor Knight, this is one of our Aurors, Ron Weasley. Ron will be taking your official statement."
Introductions made the Minister leaves them, an awkward silence filling the small space until Weasley breaks it with, "I'm sorry our meeting again is under these circumstances."
"Yes, me too."
"Let's start with the official statement. Then," Ron pauses, lips pursing as if in thought. "Did the Minister mention an and then?"
"Yes, veritaserum and questions to establish credibility and truthfulness."
"Okay, good. I didn't want to get the statement done and on the record then you be surprised and angry when you can't leave right away."
Dante shakes his head. "No, no surprises, at least not yet. The Minister was good enough to explain what he intended before we left Hogwarts."
"The whole process might be somewhat time consuming so let's just get to it then." Weasley opens a file he'd brought in with him to extract some parchment.
Quill and ink also provided Dante starts writing. Though somewhat stoic in appearance at the moment, his insides are a churning, tumultuous mess. With ever word he writes Dante is betraying his family and doing exactly what they'd most feared he'd do. Every word he writes is a stab in their backs and a stab to his own heart.
Exploring Before Dinner
Author: Valeria Mockridge
Date: 12-02-12 15:17
The trio of first years headed back up to the castle from the greenhouses. It had been a day full of doubles, with double Transfiguration first, then double Potions and finally double Herbology. Transfiguration hadn't been quite as bad, though Professor Flint was definitely more focused on the theory of the magic than the actual practical performance. Which wasn't a bad thing, it just made the discussion go over most of the heads in the classroom. Valeria had the distinct feeling she'd be translating for the Professor a great deal, at least as far as Anton and Petula went, possibly some of the other Slytherins too. Double Potions had been fun, though she'd found herself wishing Professor Snape still taught all of the years. It wasn't that she had anything against Professor Weasley, it was more that the Gryffindors were there, and they had yet to forgive the loss of house points on the first night in the castle.
Herbology was better, it was with the Ravenclaws, who didn't seem so confrontational. They seemed content to do their own thing, which was good, as Valeria enjoyed Herbology. It was odd how her three favorite classes seemed to fall on the same day. She only hoped they would get more interesting as time went on. Or that the books she'd asked for from her aunt, her uncle and her grandmother would arrive.
"Should we go back to Slytherin or check out the Common Commons?" Petula asked, earning a raised eyebrow.
"Our homework is mostly done, except the new assignments," Valeria said, tilting her head.
"But do we really want to mix with the others?" Anton asked, shooting a glance toward Valeria.
The blonde wrinkled her nose. "Not particularly. We could explore the dungeons, I know there are still some classes in effect, so we'd have to be quiet, but I'm curious about what else is down there."
The other two agreed and bags were quickly stowed in their dorms before they met back up to explore. "Let's hope we don't run into Mr. Filch and his wretched cat," Petula muttered even as she looked at the silvery ball of fur in Valeria's arms.
"Nothing wrong with cats," the blonde retorted. "But I will agree that Mr. Filch does have odd taste in pets. But Merope will warn us if the other one is around." Green eyes peered up out of Valeria's arms before meowing softly, as if in agreement before she jumped down and twined around each set of feet in turn as the three set off to explore some of the unused rooms in the dungeons.
Oddities - Ravenscrofte Rare Books and Mockridge TownHouse
Author: Kirley Mockridge
Date: 12-02-12 16:05
The sign on the door of Ravenscrofte Rare and Antiquarian books stated simply 'closed'. The windows of both the bookshop and the flat above were dark. One of the smaller top windows, that used by the barn owl Bathilda, was ajar, but otherwise everywhere appeared to be locked.
Kirley studied the door for a moment, puzzled. He was certain Cassandra was back from Cairo, she'd hinted as much in the letter she'd sent Nephele, indicating that his twin could pick up her tome in a few days. But he'd taken the chance to stop by while he was in the area, hoping to surprise his sister. So the doors being closed was odd.
He cupped his hands around his eyes and peered in the window, spying what looked like a pair of cats. "Curiouser and curiouser," he murmured. "Cassandra only ever had the one cat." With a quick look around, he decided to test her wards and try to apparate inside. He could plead checking on her animals if necessary.
There was a faint sensation of resistance, then the wards decided to let him inside, but not without a stinging warning shot across the chest that faded into a cascade of crackling blue sparks.
The bookshelves loomed ominously about him in the darkness, in places blocking out what little light filtered in through the windows from the street outside. An owl hooted and then soared down like an eerie ghost, wings flapping in his face.
He eyed the owl. "Relax, Bathilda, I'm just here to check on Cassandra," he said, looking about for an owl treat and finally finding one he could offer her. "You're a faithful friend," he added before he turned his attention to the two cats. The one he recognized but there was something about the second. It's eyes seemed oddly like Cassandra's, as if they saw right through him.
He didn't see any food out for them, and he wanted to pick Nephele's brain when she got home from Slughorn's anyway, so on an impulse, he cast an Undetectable Engorgement charm on the cat carrier he saw, and managed to get both animals into the case, with no small amount of struggle and scratches, before grabbing a handful of Floo powder and heading for the Townhouse.
The cats hissed and spat at him from the confines of the cat carrier. Both pairs of eyes - one green, the other midnight blue - promised dire retribution the moment he let them out again. The blue-eyed one lashed out through the bars of the carrier, claws digging into his thigh.
"Merlin!" Kirley exclaimed as he landed in the TownHouse's parlor. "Vicious little things," he muttered. "I should tell Nephele to use you for potions ingredients," he added before calling out for his sister. "Neph?"
"Kirley?" she asked, heading into the room and wincing at the blood on his thigh. "Ouch, looks like someone was trying to be sure the Mockridge name dies out with Valeria," she said, eying his wound.
"It's your friend's cats. The shop was closed today, though she told you she was back in town, and it was deserted except for that owl of hers and these two animals."
"Odd, do you remember how Callie's cat could only ever be found a few times a term? She'd be there a few days and then gone for weeks," the blonde mused as she summoned a house elf to deal with Kirley's injury and she looked into the carrier. "In fact, this one with the blue eyes looks like the one Callie had. If I let you out, will you be nice?" she asked the cats, doubting they understood.
A feline grumble emanated from the carrier. If they had been human, one would have suspected they were swearing. But there were no more attempts to claw anyone, or at least not Nephele.
Nephele unhooked the cage. and looked through the bars before she opened them. "I know he's a bit of an arse, but he is my brother, so I'd appreciate if you'd not bloody him up too much. Else I might find myself stuck living with my mother."
The blue-eyed cat sniffed disdainfully as if it understood what Nephele had just said and stalked out of the carrier. It eyed Kirley balefully, sitting down carefully out of arm's reach and curling its tail neatly about its hindquarters.
"That's a good cat," Nephele said, turning back to the house elf who was just finishing with Kirley's scratches. "Bring some of the tuna we had for Merope. And some milk - two bowls of each."
"Yes, Mistress Nephele," it squeaked and disappeared with a *pop*
Kirley shook his head and looked at the cat that was still glaring at him. "That cat's a demon, I know it."
"Nonsense. You just should've explained what you were doing and why. Cats can understand better than we think, or so Callie always said, and her cat always seemed to know exactly what you were telling it, when it was around," Nephele retorted.
"Yeah well, when it was looking at me exactly like Cassandra did, with those eyes the same exact shade..."
"What? The eyes are the same shade," Nephele said. "You don't think she'd have become an Animagus, do you? She's not registered as one, right?"
"No, she's not registered. And weren't you surprised in school when she told you she didn't want to do that?"
"Yes, which is why I asked," Nephele said with a shake of her head. The house elf reappeared with a tray holding two bowls of tuna and two bowls of milk, which were quickly placed on a mat on the floor. "Go ahead and eat something, my furry friends. Maybe you'll feel more sociable with some food in you."
The green-eyed cat prowled forward, but the blue-eyed one hung back, eyeing Kirley in a way that suggested he wouldn't find it quite so easy to get it into the carrier a second time. It hissed when he moved, hackles rising.
Inwardly Cassandra raged. 'Oaf. Interfering, pestilential... Man! If I'd wanted to go in a cat carrier, I'd have put myself in a cat carrier.' The speculation on Nephele's face had loud alarm bells ringing and she was not happy. 'No, no, no... don't go there. Just leave the cat alone.'
"The more I watch this one, the more I think this has to be Callie's cat. She was picky about what she would eat too, and she had a similar way of looking at you as if she couldn't decide if you were worth her time or not," Nephele said, turning her eyes back to the cat. "Be nice, otherwise, I might take you with me when he sends me back to Mother's," she warned.
The blue-eyed cat sniffed dismissively. Cloris Mockridge was less worrying at the present moment than her offspring. Besides, the old bat made her claws itch. They slid smoothly out of her paws and she dug them into the carpet as she stretched.
"You say that now, but Mother's twitchy about cats," Nephele said, getting to her feet. "If you don't want to stay here with your friend, you're welcome to come to my library with me, maybe you'll find a book you like," she said, remembering Callie's cat had a habit of curling up on an open book, almost as if she was reading it.
Cassandra shot Kirley a filthy look, she still hadn't forgiven him for the cat carrier, and trotted after Nephele. Her mind spun. How was she going to get out of this one? She could make a break for the nearest door, she supposed, but that just meant she'd end up wandering the London streets. Her wand was back at the shop and it wasn't as if she had hands to hold it anyway, which made getting back into Knockturn Alley distinctly difficult. Damn Kirley Mockridge! Why couldn't he just leave things alone! She silently vowed to make him pay when she got her hands on her wand again. Let him just see how he liked being shoved in a cat carrier.
Nephele turned and shot a look at her brother before she left. "You'd best make sure you left Cass a note about where her cats are. Otherwise, she's going to hurt you."
Kirley sighed. "Alright, I'll send one of the house-elves with a note later."
Hogsmeade Primary Day
Author: Blossom
Date: 12-03-12 09:07
Getting a primary school approved and up and running all over the span of a few months had not been easy. With a great deal of determination, hard work, and the combined efforts of several of the Weasley clan, Blossom had been able to get exactly that done. Classes began on Monday, mirroring the start of classes up at Hogwarts.
For now, Hogsmeade Primary Day School comprises the second floor of Blossom's Day Care and Gaming Center. The day care/pre-school still makes up the ground floor and a little of the first floor with the gaming center at the cellar level and the offices that had been on the second floor were move to the first.
The Primary Day students range in ages from 5 to 10. The current roster includes Blossom's triplets Gideon, Seth, and Larkin as well as niece Miranda, George and Majandra's daughter. With the enrollment on the small side still, there are three classes. One consists of the 5 and 6 year olds, one is made up of the 7 and 8 year olds, and the third has the 9 and 10 year olds. Each class has its own teacher and the curriculum is one approved by the Ministry.
In anticipation of growth, Blossom already has been in talks to buy the building between The Magic Neep and Baby Witch. It's large and could easily be renovated into classrooms, additional washrooms, and a dining area. Blossom wants to see expansion occur but also plans to keep the enrollment limited so that class sizes would remain on the small side, which is more conducive to learning.
The back of the building more or less faces the back of Blossom's and the courses there for Wizarding paint ball. It would be easy to funnel students from that building over to the library when needed or to the park for recesses, or even add in another play area.
All in all, Blossom is pleased how well everything has come together to far. Now, there is the planning of an open house for parents to see their children'd work and meet with the teachers. It's also an opportunity for those who might be considering enrolling their children to come have a look see. Blossom is still accepting enrollment and as the school is new and there are not that many primary type school options in Britain for wizarding children, she intends to continue accepting new students through October.
Leaving her office, Blossom carries a stack of envelopes. All but one are open house invitations to the primary school's parents and to the parents of the day care/pre-school's regulars. The sole envelope not going to a child's house has two ads to be run in the Daily Prophet. One is announcing the open house and the other is an update of one that's already been running announcing the opening of Hogsmeade Primary Day School. Exiting the building, Blossom makes the short walk to the Owl Post Office to get everything sent off. That done, she makes the trip back going over the to-do list in preparation of the open house.
(Anthony) A Bit of Chaos
Author: Beck
Date: 12-03-12 10:21
Not originally assigned to the Adriana Fairchild investigation, Anthony had not been aware that the former Hogwarts professor was suspected of Albus Dumbledore's murder. The Rita Skeeter article in yesterday's Daily Prophet had changed everything, and had also resulted in a bit of chaos in the Auror Office. The aurors on the case feared the article hindered what progress they had made so far into the investigation, and wondered how Skeeter had come by her information.
Anthony somehow found himself pulled into the frantic flurry of activity that followed the explosive exposé, and spent a good part of yesterday dealing with the paper airplanes that zipped in and out of the office all day. Although no less busy a day after the news of Fairchild's possible guilt broke, Anthony did not yet find himself tasked with answering or redirecting the many memos that still flew in and out of the office.
This allowed him a chance to work on the side project he had been working on, ever since it had been decided that the Ministry of Magic would renew efforts to round up criminals released during the regime of Smythe-Jones. There were still a number of legal technicalities that made it impossible to re-arrest everybody who by all rights should be behind bars, but some criminals were fair game.
From the wanted list passed out during that first meeting way back when, Anthony had selected a wizard named Landon Dragonsblood. Dragonsblood had never been in Azkaban but had been a wanted criminal since 1999 for his involvement in Project 25, a secret initiative Voldemort had led beginning in the early 1970s.
Dragonsblood had been one of 25 sets of parents approved by Voldemort himself to raise the 25 children who would one day serve in his top secret army. His wife, Keridwen, had served time in Azkaban and had been one of the dark wizards released and pardoned by former Minister Smythe-Jones. Their son, Eusebius, had died with Voldemort in Hogsmeade.
Finding Dragonsblood wouldn't be easy. He'd last been seen shortly after Voldemort's attack on Diagon Alley. Anthony suspected Dragonsblood had fled the country, but he had yet to find any proof of this.
"Beck! Can you lend a hand for a moment?"
Anthony put down his quill and looked up over the wall of his cubicle at the auror who had spoken. "Sure," he answered, holding back the sigh threatening to escape his lips. Several paper airplanes buzzed over the other auror's cubicle.
Finding Landon Dragonsblood would have to wait for the moment.