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kayquilz · 11-03-2017, 02:46 AM

Not funny, Grant. Lynley didn't even supply a response to that; he got a if-looks-could-kill glare from her. He was lucky she didn't hex his tongue for that. She was certainly in a foul enough mood.

Speaking of her bad mood, Tempest did nothing to eradicate it. "Not now, Tempest. I don't need the lip. Especially not from an auror," she snipped. Yes, she had attempted to dry herself to the best of her ability while also being TRAUMATIZED and trying to race back here to this MEETING she had called. Why were aurors always the worst? She gave her the stank eye.

She could have strangled Evan. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR BLOODY COFFEE, EVAN!" She had her wand clasped tightly in her grip, still. "I appreciate the offer, dear, but we have more important things to discuss--" the new girl, Stacie. Lynley thought she seemed nice enough, if not a little TOO nice. She needed thicker skin. Maybe this was the opportunity. "Nice of you to join us, Chloe, Gabby," she nodded at the two.

"I called this meeting because our portkey killer friend--" a term she had personally dubbed the IDIOT out there doing all these horribles things-- "Nearly killed me. Well, not ME on purpose. But he planted a muggle cellphone RIGHT OUTSIDE HERE. In London. Muggle London. I was on my way with one Carrigan Howard, of Level 3, to see about investigating anymore obliviations we might need to do on----" She glanced around. Some people seemed confused. Did they not read the Prophet?

"Some of you seem lost on the happenings, or perhaps some of you newer people need a little prodding---" she grabbed the Prophet article that had been published forever ago, before the holidays, and flung it in her employees' general direction. "But we've got a rogue portkey maker on the loose, targeting muggles. Serial killer, if I'm being honest with you all now. Myself and MLE were trying to keep it under wraps, hush hush, but the Prophet is onto it, another muggle died a few weeks ago, and had I not grabbed this phone off the ground---I assumed it was left behind and was returning it to a cafe worker in case some muggle came looking for it later---we'd have another dead muggle to deal with currently. This is no longer a concern for just me." And Lynley Purcell gave a deep, deep sigh, looking wearier than she perhaps ever had in front of her employees. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "All hands on deck. This is mostly for MLE to handle. But I need all of you to keep your eyes and ears PEELED...especially those of you in the portkey division." She nodded at Grant sternly.

"And....for now....for the time being.....no....no portkeys will be approved from here on out. For anyone. Until he's caught. Or she. I know many people rely on portkeys for transportation...but we can't afford it. And if this rogue maker still continues...it means....we can more easily track him." She glanced at Tempest, sure she would criticize this in some way, but Lynley had had...ENOUGH. "Cancel all outgoing portkeys." Lynley turned around and began...to make...some coffee. "We'll figure out other ways to transport people, even if means we all work overtime. Understand?" she was going hoarse from all the loud talking.

Now it was time for coffee.

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kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,189 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Graduated x4 x1	everyone is mentioned <3 A Poop * k8 * Not funny, Grant. Lynley didn't even supply a response to that; he got a if-looks-could-kill glare from her. He was lucky she didn't hex his tongue for that. She was certainly in a foul enough mood. Speaking of her bad mood, Tempest did nothing to eradicate it. "Not now, Tempest. I don't need the lip. Especially not from an auror," she snipped. Yes, she had attempted to dry herself to the best of her ability while also being TRAUMATIZED and trying to race back here to this MEETING she had called. Why were aurors always the worst? She gave her the stank eye. She could have strangled Evan. "NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR BLOODY COFFEE, EVAN!" She had her wand clasped tightly in her grip, still. "I appreciate the offer, dear, but we have more important things to discuss--" the new girl, Stacie. Lynley thought she seemed nice enough, if not a little TOO nice. She needed thicker skin. Maybe this was the opportunity. "Nice of you to join us, Chloe, Gabby," she nodded at the two. "I called this meeting because our portkey killer friend--" a term she had personally dubbed the IDIOT out there doing all these horribles things-- "Nearly killed me. Well, not ME on purpose. But he planted a muggle cellphone RIGHT OUTSIDE HERE. In London. Muggle London. I was on my way with one Carrigan Howard, of Level 3, to see about investigating anymore obliviations we might need to do on----" She glanced around. Some people seemed confused. Did they not read the Prophet? "Some of you seem lost on the happenings, or perhaps some of you newer people need a little prodding---" she grabbed the Prophet article that had been published forever ago, before the holidays, and flung it in her employees' general direction. "But we've got a rogue portkey maker on the loose, targeting muggles. Serial killer, if I'm being honest with you all now. Myself and MLE were trying to keep it under wraps, hush hush, but the Prophet is onto it, another muggle died a few weeks ago, and had I not grabbed this phone off the ground---I assumed it was left behind and was returning it to a cafe worker in case some muggle came looking for it later---we'd have another dead muggle to deal with currently. This is no longer a concern for just me." And Lynley Purcell gave a deep, deep sigh, looking wearier than she perhaps ever had in front of her employees. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. "All hands on deck. This is mostly for MLE to handle. But I need all of you to keep your eyes and ears PEELED...especially those of you in the portkey division." She nodded at Grant sternly. "And....for now....for the time being.....no....no portkeys will be approved from here on out. For anyone. Until he's caught. Or she. I know many people rely on portkeys for transportation...but we can't afford it. And if this rogue maker still continues...it means....we can more easily track him." She glanced at Tempest, sure she would criticize this in some way, but Lynley had had...ENOUGH. "Cancel all outgoing portkeys." Lynley turned around and began...to make...some coffee. "We'll figure out other ways to transport people, even if means we all work overtime. Understand?" she was going hoarse from all the loud talking. Now it was time for coffee. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin