Teal looked over Ms. Athlon's head and noticed that something had come into the room. His stomach bounced as he spotted the pink paper airplane and a small grin reached the edges of his mouth as it circled his head a few times. Finally after taking another roundabout of the room, it settled on his desk. Teal looked to Ms. Athlon and muttered, "Ah, one moment please." as he softly unfolded the paper to see what it said. He knew that color and Handwriting instantly, and supressed a smile as he read through it.

Of course she had been busy, but it was good that the Portkey was being approved sooner rather than later. Teal had to try his very best not to laugh at one of the last little parts of her letter, 'men buying her drinks'. Of course not, well, hopefully things were changing now. And at that thought more thoughts of Lorraine began to want to fight their way into his mind but he made himself force them out for the time being. He had an employee in the actual room with him, wrong time. Teal got out some parchment and jotted down a quick note. Taking out his wand, he tapped the paper twice and watched as it magically folded itself and zoomed out of the room.

Teal looked back to Ms. Athlon with a sympathetic expression, "My apologies." he said professionally, "But as I was saying, what are you takes on the ghosts haunting American quidditch players?"