A Poop * k8 * Ember followed the silent man into his office----and she caught notice of his, ahem, TITLE..
SWEET METLIN'S SOGGY SOCKS.
She almost panicked. And freaked out. THIS WAS THE SENIOR UNDERSECRETARY? So basically--like---ALMOST TOP DOG. Ember could have died right there. OOOOOPS. Did OOPS even COVER it? Ember just stayed quiet for now--and slipped into his office.
And the chair--Ember eyed the chair before plopping down, suddenly feeling very nervous--and like she might vomit. She wouldn't, of course--but like.................GAH. She sat all straight and tried to keep smiling--but she was smiling VERY nervously. "So you're the...Senior Undersecretary..." she said as she wriggled her hands in her lap. Well.
Was she about to get FIIIIRED? Oh dear MERLIN. PLEASE NO. She had been trying to bring a POSITIVE VIBE to his level!
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |