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Originally Posted by
Berty Borr 
"AND?"
Minister Lord Borr's beady black eyes alternated between the cloth and the man, cloth to man. "I NEED my hands, boy! Put it on my brow! KEEP IT THERE TOO! It's been so bloody hot in this office! GET UP. No one gave you permission to sit down anyway."
Lord Borr gulped down his coffee then banged his cup back on the table. "Who is responsible for these tiny cups? Can't the Minister get a decent sized cup of coffee?" His attention turned to Alexander, where he was putting the blame for the offensive sized cups.
"Put the memo up on the big board, Alexander," not a request. "I'm disappointed this meeting hasn't already happened. I want some progress from this department and I WANT IT NOW." Lord Borr's giant hand came down with a loud SMACK onto the table.
He needed his cane to SMACK onto the table. "You there. SMACK the table with the cane! Hurry it up! Get everyone's attention!"
BLINK. BLINK BLINK. O______O
He wanted him to hold the cloth
to his head?! Great Merlin, this was getting too ridiculous. A mental war was raging inside of Mason. He really really REALLY didn't want to hold the cloth up to the man's giant forehead. But... He didn't want to het fired.
"I, er... Of course. Sir." He said quietly and resumed his place standing next to the big oaf of a man. Grabbing the cool cloth, he held it... up to his forehead.
Someone hex him. This was embarrassing.
Then of course he went on complaining about the size of the cups. Oh, of course, nothing is perfect for Big Borr! Mason resisted the urge to roll his eyes and pulled out his ws wand and summoned the coffee pot to them. He also cast
"Engorgio!" to his cup to make it larger and poured him more coffee.
Darngrownmanwhocantdoanythingforhimself.
