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sweetpinkpixie · 12-14-2019, 02:42 AM

It truly was the most unfortunate of timing, but let it be known that Airey Flamsteed was a man of selective opportunity and this was certainly one of those times. It had all began suddenly and without any real indication that the charms were faulty, but the spinning nature of the room was...beyond counterproductive at this point.

As would become evident as the department head stepped through one of the doors drenched from head to toe. He was calm. He was absolutely and unequivocally...calm.

No. No he was not. Not at all. And that much was evident in the manner in which his fists were clenched, white knuckled, to his sides and he slid his soggy dress shoes across the stone floor of the Entry Chamber towards Miss Castillo...and apparently Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Kim from the Minister's Office. If there was another problem with the interdepartmental flying memos...he really did not want to hear it. He had instructed his Unspeakables to stop using those faulty things several months ago after a fire incident in the Chamber of Codes.

"Mr. Fletcher, Mr. Kim...unless you have official business on this level I suggest you make yourselves scarce or...if you want to make yourselves useful, you can stay and assist the interns with their task of the day." His eyes then drifted to the young Slytherin he was referencing to, he suspected the other two would be along shortly, and sighed a bit at her choice of attire.

A pencil skirt. Well...at least she wasn't in red?

"Would you consider your choice mobile, Miss Castillo?" he inquired with a vague wave of the hand at her skirt, water seeming to drink in bucket loads from his sleeves.

Yes, the Entry Chamber seemed to have gained a peculiar sense of humor again.

12-14-2019, 02:42 AM	#38 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,490 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	Ro & Heejin! I know your TL is old but...I'm pulling you two into this XD astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It truly was the most unfortunate of timing, but let it be known that Airey Flamsteed was a man of selective opportunity and this was certainly one of those times. It had all began suddenly and without any real indication that the charms were faulty, but the spinning nature of the room was...beyond counterproductive at this point. As would become evident as the department head stepped through one of the doors drenched from head to toe. He was calm. He was absolutely and unequivocally...calm. No. No he was not. Not at all. And that much was evident in the manner in which his fists were clenched, white knuckled, to his sides and he slid his soggy dress shoes across the stone floor of the Entry Chamber towards Miss Castillo...and apparently Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Kim from the Minister's Office. If there was another problem with the interdepartmental flying memos...he really did not want to hear it. He had instructed his Unspeakables to stop using those faulty things several months ago after a fire incident in the Chamber of Codes. "Mr. Fletcher, Mr. Kim...unless you have official business on this level I suggest you make yourselves scarce or...if you want to make yourselves useful, you can stay and assist the interns with their task of the day." His eyes then drifted to the young Slytherin he was referencing to, he suspected the other two would be along shortly, and sighed a bit at her choice of attire. A pencil skirt. Well...at least she wasn't in red? "Would you consider your choice mobile, Miss Castillo?" he inquired with a vague wave of the hand at her skirt, water seeming to drink in bucket loads from his sleeves. Yes, the Entry Chamber seemed to have gained a peculiar sense of humor again. __________________ 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