Frangelina || twitter addict || Music of the Sun || The Fresh Princess of Bellaire
Tyler was there. He was quiet, as he usually was in these sort of opening term meetings. He had done his usual 'grunt' to greet his coworkers and fell into his usual routine. He listened and furrowed his brows.
So.....
There was a box...and now a minister.
The auror shifted just a little and kept his eyes on the department head.
__________________  ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack... |