Jane watched as Flamsteed put one of the broken orbs back together with a flick of his wand. Well, that answered
that question--the prophecies weren't all lost forever. She was not sure she put much stock in prophecy in general, but still, she was glad.
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"Get to it," he growled, snapping his head around as a final warning to the assembled Unspeakables before beginning his exit and brandishing his wand here and there to repair any other shattered orbs that may be on the floor.
Wait, what?!? This wasn't even her Department, she had wound up here quite by accident when the Entry Hall dropped her off at the wrong door. As a matter of fact, she had been on her way to Flamsteed's office to introduce herself and report for work on this, her very first day. But somehow it no longer seemed like a good idea to bother the man further. She supposed she
had introduced herself, in a way, and that would have to do.
But she didn't know a thing about cataloging orbs, and she really wanted to see her own office at the Death Chamber.
"Are you going to be able to handle all this now? I really need to report to my own area now," she said to the other witches and wizards.