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sweetpinkpixie · 08-21-2019, 01:08 PM

Yes, well, Charles had dealt plenty with the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France (of which he still sorely butchered the pronunciation) enough now to know that its personnel had few qualms with showing their displeasure when there was a disagreement. Truly was water off the duck's back at this point, and the Minister was capable of producing said feathers if it were necessary. He would clear the situation up with Conley later at their staff meeting.

He was also genuinely concerned that ~~Olivia~~ Olly may have her breakfast out on the floor for display for everyone sooner rather than later. As much as Charles was desperate for those reports, the well-being of his personnel was a priority at the moment.

Well, actually, the memo being removed from his face was the priority...so he peeled that from his brow and gave it a quick glance. "Ah, well...message received," he said to no one in particular as he pocketed it and then moved a bit closer to his department head. The instinct to place a hand on her shoulder, fatherly in intent, was something difficult to resist but somehow managed. "I'll need a report by tomorrow afternoon," he stressed gently, though surely she could understand the urgency in the matter. "See if the healers encourage taking the rest of the day off," he added with a small smile. "I'll hear from them directly if any of you need it."

Meaning they did not need to inform him, they could simply go.

But before he could finish that thought, his attention was drawn towards the fountain itself.

"Flocking fwoopers...what now?" he muttered under his breath while smushing his cheeks between his thumb and fingers. He hadn't been informed of any sort of maintenance on the fountain today. "Just...you all go see that you're tended to," he reiterated while going through his mental checklist of what ELSE he needed to look in to by the end of the day. "Bit of maintenance, surely."

08-21-2019, 01:08 PM	#25 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,523 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Jae-hyuk Anouilh Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Yes, well, Charles had dealt plenty with the Ministère des Affaires Magiques de la France (of which he still sorely butchered the pronunciation) enough now to know that its personnel had few qualms with showing their displeasure when there was a disagreement. Truly was water off the duck's back at this point, and the Minister was capable of producing said feathers if it were necessary. He would clear the situation up with Conley later at their staff meeting. He was also genuinely concerned that ~~Olivia~~ Olly may have her breakfast out on the floor for display for everyone sooner rather than later. As much as Charles was desperate for those reports, the well-being of his personnel was a priority at the moment. Well, actually, the memo being removed from his face was the priority...so he peeled that from his brow and gave it a quick glance. "Ah, well...message received," he said to no one in particular as he pocketed it and then moved a bit closer to his department head. The instinct to place a hand on her shoulder, fatherly in intent, was something difficult to resist but somehow managed. "I'll need a report by tomorrow afternoon," he stressed gently, though surely she could understand the urgency in the matter. "See if the healers encourage taking the rest of the day off," he added with a small smile. "I'll hear from them directly if any of you need it." Meaning they did not need to inform him, they could simply go. But before he could finish that thought, his attention was drawn towards the fountain itself. "Flocking fwoopers...what now?" he muttered under his breath while smushing his cheeks between his thumb and fingers. He hadn't been informed of any sort of maintenance on the fountain today. "Just...you all go see that you're tended to," he reiterated while going through his mental checklist of what ELSE he needed to look in to by the end of the day. "Bit of maintenance, surely." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like