“Well somebody’s struggling to get with the holiday spirit…” Opal commented, as she wandered past Casimir’s desk to her own. Trying to work with this going on? Seemed like a lost cause to her. She hadn’t decorated her own desk as much as some of the others, but it did play host to a couple of large charmed snow globes, and a basket of homemade goodies from her own kitchen. Iced gingerbread biscuits and coffee flavoured fudge, which her room mates had assured her were both edible. Free for colleagues and visitors alike to take, not that she was expecting many of the latter to pop by to her desk, given she was somewhat of an unknown. Some of her former WADA colleagues, perhaps?

For now though, she dropped her notebook and quill on her desk and turned to the nearby grumpy guts. “Would a shot of something strong help?”