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Every now and then, he couldn't help but glance up from his stack of papers to just let the place sink in. It was curious how there hadn't been a lab made specifically for them in the department before. But, then again, Tancred himself was rather old school and preferred going out to the local reserves where more tools and personnel were readily available. Plus you couldn't gaze upon any dragons inside a government building, now could you?
His eyes looked back down at the papers, this time glossing over his notes about his old stomping grounds. He made a mental note that he needed to make a trip to the reserve in Wales to check in on things and make sure everything there was running smoothly. He did recall the last time he was there that there was talk about potential cross-breeding, so he'd need to get a status update on that too with his Ministry team.
When he heard his name, Tancred's head perked up. Seeing who it was, a smile grew on his face and he set his papers down for the time being. It was the man who suggested that this space be created. Good kid, he was. "Good morning, Mordred," the older man said, taking note on how stuffy the small lab was getting already with just two people in it. Hmm. A little extension charm might be necessary. "Enjoy your holiday? And how's your study progressing?"
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