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Berty Borr 
The Minister of Magic (acting) shoved the door open with his cane, announcing his arrival with a bang. "Ho OH! I see some of you are early! GOOD ON YOU! But don't think this gets you ahead in my eyes. NO SIR. I know a brown-noser when I see one."
Minister Borr waddled to the front of the room where he shed his outer cloak on Junior and then tossed his cane to whoever was nearby. He noted that SECURITY had had the smarts enough to SHOW UP.
"I like your thinking ahead," he addressed the head of security. "How is our prisoner doing?" Lord Borr chuckled to himself, "We don't work on a strike system here! This isn't American baseball! This is your JOB! Your MINISTRY! Your LIFE and the well being of ALL our citizens! You mess up again, PRISONER and TRAITOR, and you'll find yourself in AZKABAN. Isn't that right, Gabe?"
"YOU ALL WRITING THIS DOWN? MEETING HAS BEGUN. TREASON WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!"
After his speech, the Minister of Magic took his seat. "Any questions so far? You there - Maintenance worker - get me a wet cloth and something to drink."
Yaawwwn... Mason was nearly ready to fall asle--
BANG!
Scratch that. The mammoth had arrived.
He nearly jumped out of his johns, he was so startled. Returning his eyes to a normal size, Mason also returned his breathing pattern to normal and forced his adrenaline to slow down.
He tried not to make eye contact with Lord Borr as he yelled at and accused people for no apparent reason. Something in the back of his mind felt like merging the thought of Borr and Basilisk together; a look in the eyes of the giant man might kill him.
And no one wanted that.
What, writing this down? Mason frantically grabbed his quill and wrote nonense down on to his parchment.
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Originally Posted by Mason's Parchment
Be early, but not too early.
Don't be a traitor...
Write almost everything down.
Maintenance workers get him a wet cloth and something to-
Wait.
HE was a Maintenance worker. Mason looked up from his parchment and saw that it was
he that Borr was referring to. Mason cleared his throat, daring not to look at Medea.
The second most powerful person in the world. "Yes, sir." He said cooly, standing up.
He went to the refreshment bar and poured Borr a cup of black coffee. Now a cloth... Aha! Mason spotted a towel at the end of the table. Pulling out his wand, he cast a little water charm and got it wet, but not dripping.
Back at the table, he quickly set the Minister's coffee and cloth next to him on the table before returning to his seat... And praying to whatever higher powers above that Borr wouldn't find something worth of firing him for.