 whomever wants to play *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
”Charles,” Conley walked into the department’s work spaces with a roll of parchment under his arm and one dangling from his hands. ”Charles?” he asked. He tore his eyes away from the parchment looking around the room. Where was everyone? ”Anyone seen Charles?” he asked loudly. Maybe someone was tucked away in a back cube or the file room.
It figured that he wasn’t going to be able to find his ambassador wrangler when he needed him. ”Or Violetta?” That was the trainee’s name right? Two years in the department and Conley was still having problems with names.
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