 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Brody heard the rumble for it was quiet when he arrived. Coincidentally, he entered the room at the moment his boss stomach decided to speak. Conley skipping meal times was not something new to him though he really didn’t care to figure out why anyone would want to skip breakfast today. Brody also figured that Conley's husband would someday blow a fuse about the entire recurring issue. He himself was full and happy, and prepared for the meeting. See? He had even brought along Lucas. Well, Lucas would have been here anyway since he was the Quidditch Division Manager but his uncle had stopped by at Brody’s desk so… “Collar and tie, Mr. Singh-Phora. They need to be neatened up.” The Coordinator had sharp eyes, you know.
Under his right arm was tucked a notepad that he no doubt would be needing. Lucas followed his nephew into this room called the Adult Classroom. Weird name, was it not? It did not nor did it ever matter, not when there was yet another Quidditch World Cup to discuss. “Good morning, good morning,’’ he chirped. It really should come as no surprise that Lucas Hawthorne happened to be in such a good mood. “Mr. Singh-Phora. Keeping well?” He offered a bright smile to the Department Head before taking a seat next to Brody. |