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Waiting for the last of them to pour in, Malachi once again found himself wondering why none of them thought one Tree Boy was enough. One was bordering too much but that was a conversation for another day. The man closed the door, leaving the gargoyles and the staircase just behind it so anyone who showed up below would know he was in a meeting and unavailable. If nothing else, the absent stairs that would usually take them to the door would’ve been clue enough.
Oh? Where was his owl? He’d left him over there on the stand. It hadn’t yet rested, he didn’t expect it would take off for hours—what happened to his box? He’d left it RIGHT THERE.
Deciding against a full on freak out, the man began moving about the room. Surely he’d misplaced it when the Headboy came to get him. While he looked, he spared the group only a glance.
“Impressive the potion’s lasted this long, but unfortunate in your case—and mine I supposed. Means I’m stuck with the lot of you a little longer.” Was it maybe under his desk? Today wasn’t windy but perhaps a freak wind had blown in and knocked it over.
Nope. Not there. Huh.
“Let’s start with who’s idea this was.” Under the couch maybe....no Malachi, that made no sense. It couldn’t fit under there. Merlin where was it?
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