 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Conley had been mid-bit of his tea cake when Sachin walked in. Conley coughed, nearly choking on his snack in surprise. It wasn't every day that one of the Ministry's ambassadors walked into the department to join in a staff meeting. Perhaps it was for the best that none of his staff had arrived yet. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Conley motioned for the man to sit down. "Not..." Cough. "At all." He took a sip of his tea. "Please help yourself to some coffee, tea, cakes." Someone after all, might as well enjoy them.'
While Sachin made himself at home, Conley asked, "What brings you to London?"
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