~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes. Choking...Conley was choking. “Oh bhagavaan,’’ Sachin exclaimed in partial Hindi. Did he just manage to sentence the man to death? The ambassador hurried over, quite prepared to bang on Conley’s back if necessary. Fortunately, that was not necessary which made him breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I just think I will.’’ Sachin busied himself with making a strong cup of flavoured tea. What brought him here? “The British Minister of Magic.’’ He took a seat at the table, stirring his tea with a spoon though his eyes were keenly fixed upon Conley. “His...behaviour. Has it ever caused concerned you lot about his eccentric manner?’’ 'bhagavaan'= 'God' |