 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Conley was pinching the bridge of his nose like he did when he was very frustrated or had a terrible headache. In this case, it was a little bit of both. Nobody had answered and nobody even bothered to move. Maybe he was a complete pushover. Maybe he was too lenient with his staff. Or maybe he just wasn’t as important as he himself thought he was. He set about cleaning up the bio-hazzard Brody had made while the young man continued to lay there. ”Brody - up. Let’s go.” He once again offered the young man a hand up. If he wasn’t going to take it, Conley was going to be forced to levitate the man down to the healer’s station and given the last time Brody bobbed around in the air, Conley didn’t expect them to make it down there without another expelling of the coordinator’s stomach contents. Although from how much of a mess was all over the room, there was a good chance Brody’s stomach was empty.
Leave it to Brody to use big words after vomiting all over Conley and being dumped on the floor. ”Yes, yes…but see a healer first. Make sure nothing is broken.” He sighed and tried pointing his wand at his own shoulder to clean up the mess. ”And that’s an order, not a suggestion young man.” He missed, sighed and decided he would just clean it when he took his jacket off in his office. Or he’d burn it and just put on his reserve jacket that he kept on a hanger behind his door.
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