 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
With the cocktail hour over, Conley had decided to stop by his office and check on some correspondence he had been expecting. The cocktail hour had been relatively successful. People had been eating, so perhaps the ministry’s concerns about the employees being anxious about eating in the food court post Nickels seemed unwarranted. Which was a good thing. Perhaps now, things could get back to operating normally.
Only thing was, Conley didn’t know what was normal for the British Ministry. He had joined in the middle of Nickel’s reign and now he had to deal with the fallout of that. At least the new Minster appeared normal and sane. He guessed only time would tell if that was true.
In contrast, January seemed to be a bit edgy. Then again, the woman didn’t really seem to enjoy Conley’s presence. She always seemed sharp and ill-tempered every time he opened his mouth. So perhaps it had only been Conley’s perception.
And what was up with Airy? Was he always so... valetudinarian?
Conley wasn’t sure. Even after two years of working at the ministry, he still felt like the new kid that nobody wanted to take a chance on. It was a very lonely place.
He sat down behind desk and pulled a still-sealed envelope towards him. Reading it, he couldn’t help but sigh. It was yet another letter from Sachin regarding India’s concerns. He cracked the seal on the envelope and pulled the correspondence out.
”Accio hot tea.” A small porcelain tea kettle floated its way into the room. Conley reached out and grabbed it by the handle. Placing it on his desk, he pulled a worn and chipped teacup over from near his nameplate. After pouring himself a drink he leaned back to read Sachin’s letter.
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