 *finally joins the madhouse* Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
He. Didn't. Want to. Be here.
How obvious was this? Couldn't they tell from the look on his face? The better question was, didn't that Mr. Epitaph know when his Healers were not wanted nor were the needed? Health checks, it was a joke and a rather non-amusing one at that. As the Senior Underscretary had tried to explain, there was nothing wrong with the employees working within the Ministry, no matter what reports they got from elsewhere.
With the deepest scowl set in place and his hands buried deep into the pockets of his pants, the man made his entrance. Like everyone else, he had an appointment, and he'd shown up on time so he wouldn't be forced to mingle.
"Gavin Isaacs, Senior Undersecretary." Let's hurry this thing along, shall we? There was a madwoman tackling someone to the ground and another with Williamson. Poor bloke. Just one of those better you than me scenarios in truth. Personal space, he would stay over here and keep his.
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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