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Lynley could understand all of her reasons for wanting a portkey, now that she explained herself. It was perfectly reasonable for the young woman. But the department head was brainstorming as she looked down at her clipboard, which held some of her previous ideas about various transportation methods.
"I get it." She held up her hand for Tala to say no more. She was weak, etc, yes. The brunette sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I will authorize the one for next month, yes--" she scribbled something on her paper and then scratched it out, violently. "No--that won't work--" she clearly talking to herself, now. Ugh. Her brain was turning over...like a wheel...
She tapped her fingernails on the desk.."What about...if we work with the charms people...down in A&C...to have a...portkey that reestablishes its transportive properties every month...for six times. So...it would last for.....six months, and then you'd need another. It might take awhile to do...we'd have to work with them...but..." She hated bypassing legal paperwork, but in this case...hmm. "I'll keep giving you a monthly portkey until we have something developed for you. How does...that sound?" she asked softly, still sort of thinking a lot...
__________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin |