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FoxFire · 03-04-2008, 03:28 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by IrishArtist

"As soon as you and your team are available. This is the only task that the Minister has given me recently, so I am free whenever you are available."

"Very well, I shall contact you when we are ready to meet with you, which I imagine will be very shortly," Mona replied, showing Miss McPherson from the office.

Quote:

Originally Posted by OhhMoni

"Damnit! Late, LATE!" Bryson stuttered at the words. This was not good, NO! This was not good at all. He made his way into the room, muggle papers, pencils, and pens flying everywhere from his arms tight grips. Luckly, he did not trip over his own mess, or stab anyone in the eye with the vicious pencils, on his way to his desk.

Bryse threw the mess onto his desk, not caring that it was A huge mess for he liked it that way. Taking the small turn around the sharp corner of the desk he reached his chair. Oh yes, comfy, soft, non-stressing chair. And he jumped for it, literally tackling the poor creature as it flew across the room, along with himself, and sat comfully in it. Yes, very smooth. nice. Bryson scooted to the desk, wheels squeaking against the marble floor towards the redwood desk. "Alright ladies. What's on the day's agenda?" He sighed, picking up the small wooden pencil and tapped it lightly on the desk. Totally mad at himself that he WAS late, maybe no one noticed his problem. "Well?"

"Don't get your wand in knot so early, Bryson," Mona replied. "We're to meet shortly with a..." Mona thought for a moment. "...Ah, Leila McPherson, one of the Minister's liasions. Apparently, the Minister will be marrying soon, and the security of his wedding is, of course, of the highest priority," she said sardonically. "They require our service," she sniffed.

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FoxFire Re'em Join Date: Aug 2007 Location: Cloud 9,000 Posts: 19,633 Hogwarts RPG Name: Phineas Fischer Fourth Year	snortles MAMA!Shroom Quote: Originally Posted by IrishArtist "As soon as you and your team are available. This is the only task that the Minister has given me recently, so I am free whenever you are available." "Very well, I shall contact you when we are ready to meet with you, which I imagine will be very shortly," Mona replied, showing Miss McPherson from the office. Quote: Originally Posted by OhhMoni "Damnit! Late, LATE!" Bryson stuttered at the words. This was not good, NO! This was not good at all. He made his way into the room, muggle papers, pencils, and pens flying everywhere from his arms tight grips. Luckly, he did not trip over his own mess, or stab anyone in the eye with the vicious pencils, on his way to his desk. Bryse threw the mess onto his desk, not caring that it was A huge mess for he liked it that way. Taking the small turn around the sharp corner of the desk he reached his chair. Oh yes, comfy, soft, non-stressing chair. And he jumped for it, literally tackling the poor creature as it flew across the room, along with himself, and sat comfully in it. Yes, very smooth. nice. Bryson scooted to the desk, wheels squeaking against the marble floor towards the redwood desk. "Alright ladies. What's on the day's agenda?" He sighed, picking up the small wooden pencil and tapped it lightly on the desk. Totally mad at himself that he WAS late, maybe no one noticed his problem. "Well?" "Don't get your wand in knot so early, Bryson," Mona replied. "We're to meet shortly with a..." Mona thought for a moment. "...Ah, Leila McPherson, one of the Minister's liasions. Apparently, the Minister will be marrying soon, and the security of his wedding is, of course, of the highest priority," she said sardonically. "They require our service," she sniffed. __________________ UNDER CONSTRUCTION YO.