Krel walked into the room and discovered that she was a bit early. It only contained one other person, Mr. Hunter, who wasn’t her division head, but was still her superior. “Good afternoon, Mr. Hunter,” she said politely as she tapped a finger on the black leather portfolio in her hand. Inside was a self-inking quill for taking notes, something that Krel was well known for.

The room had been rearranged and she assumed that it was because all the departments were expected to be present at this meeting. There was a bare table along the back wall and Krel paused as she walked by it. Well, if we have to be stuck here, might as well be able to enjoy ourselves right? After all, who knew how long this meeting was going to be.

Krel kept a steady supply of tea and biscuits at her desk and a simple spell to transport it into the conference room shouldn’t be that hard right? Well, for the normal witch it wouldn’t be, but Krel wasn’t a very powerful witch when it came to most charms. Still, she decided to try.

“Preprava tea and biscuits.”

There was a loud splash as the tea (without the pot) transported into the room, sans the biscuits.