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Krel Ansell · 08-26-2019, 02:14 PM

Text Cut: Sachin

Conley looked at the tip of his wand. Had it broken?

As he glanced over at Sachin, yes he caught the slip of his nick-name, it occurred to him, that perhaps his go-to ‘happy memory’ had stopped working. It was an odd idea, but perhaps true. A lot had happened to him in the past year. Correction, a lot of good things had happened to him in the past year. He shook it again, then tried another patronus charm, this time thinking of some~~one~~thing else.

Nothing happened again. ”Bloody he-“ he rubbed at his face in frustration. Taking a deep breath, Conley tried to conjure and send an inter-departmental memo - to no avail.

Text Cut: Theophilus

Conley resisted the urge to throw his wand across the room. It also appeared that Theophilus didn’t know anything about maintenance being on strike or unhappy about things. Nor was Theophilus’s comment all that helpful, but it sure did sound a lot like his comment to Alexa earlier. A small burbling laugh threatened to escape him as he thought about Karma. It really did come around to bit you in the bum didn’t it?

He took a deep breath trying to center his emotions, which was hard considering the type of day he was having. ”No, I don’t think it’s the wand…” he said to Theophilus as he put the wand down on the table near his desk lamp. ”WALLACE!” he bellowed, uncertain if his coordinator was nearby. Conley didn’t really want to have to run all the way down to maintenance if he didn’t have to. Sighing, he looked at his willow wand with a little alarm. It’d had never failed him before. But then again, it didn’t seem like Sachin’s wand was working either.

He reached for one of the many items of food littering his desk and tore at the wrapper. It tore with a delightful ripping sound, so much so that Conley had to resist shredding the rest of the wrapper. He’d give Wallace a few minutes to respond, eat a sandwich, and if Wallace didn’t appear, he’d make another trek back down to the bowels of the ministry.

And he’d take the stairs – again….because he wouldn’t want to get stuck in one of the lifts.

”Ambassador Singh,” Conley said waving a hand around at the food on his desk and vaguely at the chair Sachin had previously been sitting in. ”Care to join us for a desk-lamp-lit lunch?" There was certainly enough food. " And have you met Mr. Darcy?”

08-26-2019, 02:14 PM	#32 (permalink)
Krel Ansell DMLE & DIMC Mooncalf Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Drowning in files Posts: 7,069 Ministry RPG Name: Conley Singh-Phora International Cooperation Ministry RPG Name: Hugo I. Bumble Law Enforcement x1	randomly tagged \| Norbert(a) \| The Wandmaker (tm) Text Cut: Sachin Quote: Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19 Sachin was actually quite alright. The bumps were small and minor. One would think that because he worked with the British Ministry and visited Conley’s office a bit he would have known where the items were situated. “Zaroor. Sure, I can do that.’’ He reached out a hand and felt along the wall. That switch was somewhere there, he was quite cert- There it was. Sachin flipped it was not surprised to find that nothing happened. The Ambassador turned back in the direction of Conley and his friend, obviously oblivious to Conley’s thoughts about his dead wife. “I think it’s best you contact Maintenance.’’ Which was what Conley seemingly was about to do except that the Patronus Charm failed miserably. “So much for that,’’ Sachin muttered, staying exactly where he was. “Maybe you should head on over to the Department, Con. Mr. Phora,’’ he added quickly to cover up the fact that he had called the man by his nickname. Conley looked at the tip of his wand. Had it broken? As he glanced over at Sachin, yes he caught the slip of his nick-name, it occurred to him, that perhaps his go-to ‘happy memory’ had stopped working. It was an odd idea, but perhaps true. A lot had happened to him in the past year. Correction, a lot of good things had happened to him in the past year. He shook it again, then tried another patronus charm, this time thinking of some~~one~~thing else. Nothing happened again. ”Bloody he-“ he rubbed at his face in frustration. Taking a deep breath, Conley tried to conjure and send an inter-departmental memo - to no avail. Text Cut: Theophilus Quote: Originally Posted by Shanners What was with all this DRAMA?! The dark, the lack of light to be able to eat his bloody lunch and all the drama... it was not welcome. He just wanted to eat his lunch in peace and honestly it had already been disturbed by Conley forgetting to join him and having to walk all the way to his office. With a groan, Theophilus stayed seated where he was and made no action to solve the problem like the other men had. "Reckon your wand might be broke, Conley, mate." Wasn't he observant, eh? Theophilus felt blindly on the table for something to eat, grabbing for one of the many sandwiches that he had and beginning to chomp down on it. Mate....... walking to maintenance sounded like a nightmare. Conley resisted the urge to throw his wand across the room. It also appeared that Theophilus didn’t know anything about maintenance being on strike or unhappy about things. Nor was Theophilus’s comment all that helpful, but it sure did sound a lot like his comment to Alexa earlier. A small burbling laugh threatened to escape him as he thought about Karma. It really did come around to bit you in the bum didn’t it? He took a deep breath trying to center his emotions, which was hard considering the type of day he was having. ”No, I don’t think it’s the wand…” he said to Theophilus as he put the wand down on the table near his desk lamp. ”WALLACE!” he bellowed, uncertain if his coordinator was nearby. Conley didn’t really want to have to run all the way down to maintenance if he didn’t have to. Sighing, he looked at his willow wand with a little alarm. It’d had never failed him before. But then again, it didn’t seem like Sachin’s wand was working either. He reached for one of the many items of food littering his desk and tore at the wrapper. It tore with a delightful ripping sound, so much so that Conley had to resist shredding the rest of the wrapper. He’d give Wallace a few minutes to respond, eat a sandwich, and if Wallace didn’t appear, he’d make another trek back down to the bowels of the ministry. And he’d take the stairs – again….because he wouldn’t want to get stuck in one of the lifts. ”Ambassador Singh,” Conley said waving a hand around at the food on his desk and vaguely at the chair Sachin had previously been sitting in. ”Care to join us for a desk-lamp-lit lunch?" There was certainly enough food. " And have you met Mr. Darcy?” __________________