 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Sachin, tea cup in right hand, paused mid-way to his mouth. He surveyed Conley over the brim of said cup. Did Conley mean what in particular about Nickels’s behaviour? Because as far as he could tell the Minister was quite the lunatic. Who decided he would make a good leader for an entire Ministry when he could practically be telling Muggles about the Wizarding World’s existence?
Sachin took his mouthful of tea before carefully setting his cup then. He’d need to get this out of his way before the employees turn up for their meeting. “Nickels... is just Nickels.’’ Did that help? Surely he didn’t need to elaborate more? “Has it ever crossed anyone’s mind that with an er, outgoing personality like that he might one day slip up? Accidentally reveal some tidbit about our world?’’ |