 Chris Cookie Siriusly In Love
"No need to be nervous, really," said Milan, now walking around his desk, the soft clicking of his shoes unraveling his every step. He seemed to ponder her proposal for a little while, his eyes misty. It might just as well have been something else on his mind, though. One could never really tell.
"Yes, if you can look into it, that would be preferable. As for contacting the Dept. of Magical Games and Sports, I'd rather wait a little longer. We haven't been notified per se of any mishap, perhaps we should take it to our deputy head first," Milan added gravely. "I was supposed to head to her office anyway, I'll make a note to mention this..." He sighed, thinking that as far as workload and excitement went, the Quidditch World Cup was unique. Yet the stress of it all was definitely balancing the scales, and quite tediously, at that. |