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sweetpinkpixie · 08-02-2014, 11:52 AM

SPOILER!!: this rubbish

Kicking back with both boots on top of his desk, Aron leaned back into his comfortable chair as he skimmed the Daily Prophet for any sort of update on the school situation. Not that he was really expecting the Prophet to have anything, but he was still looking. It was driving him absolutely mad that he hadn't had any contact with Seren, and trying to explain to their son why mommy couldn't come home on the weekend and this and that was breaking his heart. It was like watching a dendrobium slowly wither away to nothing. He could tell how much their son was missing his mommy...and he wasn't alone.

Finding nothing, the department head was half tempted to incendio the paper just to relieve some stress, when a letter joined him at his desk. St. Mungo's? Holy holly has something happened to Seren at the scho---

"What blazing blueberries is this?" he exclaimed as his eyes pierced the parchment. What...just...WHAT? And that bloke down in Speciality was working in kahoots with them on this...this rubbish examination?

Alright...THIS was getting burned. Hot headed and ill tempered, he pointed his wand at the letter and incendio'd it and left the ashed on his desk as he stormed out of his office. Lifts best be working. He and his employees did not have time for this.

08-02-2014, 11:52 AM	#3 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic DoM & MO Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,343 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry RPG Name: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Employee: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: this rubbish Quote: Originally Posted by Wandastian Epitaph Through the standard means and secure delivery postage channels, a very important piece of owl mail is placed on the Magical Accidents and Catastrophes Department Head's desk. The missive is on special letterhead and sealed with a lime green wax seal. __ Text Cut: June 8th, 2084 To the Ministry Department Heads: If you have not been informed, St Mungo’s Hospital, in conjunction with Mr. Anthony J. Cresswell and his team of Ministry Healers, will be conducting Health Evaluations starting late this afternoon within the Ministry building. Levels 1 though 4 will attend their examinations in the Technology Lounge on Level 1. Levels 5 though 9 will proceed to the Atrium on Level 8. Appointments are being scheduled for you and your employees and will be sent out via memo shortly. Thank you in advance for your cooperation during this time. Wandastian Epitaph St. Mungo’s Head Healer M.H.D. Kicking back with both boots on top of his desk, Aron leaned back into his comfortable chair as he skimmed the Daily Prophet for any sort of update on the school situation. Not that he was really expecting the Prophet to have anything, but he was still looking. It was driving him absolutely mad that he hadn't had any contact with Seren, and trying to explain to their son why mommy couldn't come home on the weekend and this and that was breaking his heart. It was like watching a dendrobium slowly wither away to nothing. He could tell how much their son was missing his mommy...and he wasn't alone. Finding nothing, the department head was half tempted to incendio the paper just to relieve some stress, when a letter joined him at his desk. St. Mungo's? Holy holly has something happened to Seren at the scho--- "What blazing blueberries is this?" he exclaimed as his eyes pierced the parchment. What...just...WHAT? And that bloke down in Speciality was working in kahoots with them on this...this rubbish examination? Alright...THIS was getting burned. Hot headed and ill tempered, he pointed his wand at the letter and incendio'd it and left the ashed on his desk as he stormed out of his office. Lifts best be working. He and his employees did not have time for this. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes