Daria rushed onto the Eighth floor. There'd been an emergency meeting called, and she, of course, was running a little. Looking around, she saw a few people still rathered around Mr. Lee. Turning toward him, Daria rushed forward. "Sorry, I'm a little behnd, sir. I had a hard time getting here. Did you happen to know that the elevators are out? Huge car crash car out there... dumb muggles..." Daria muttered to herself. "So... is there something specific you'd like me to do? Someone I should see?" Daria looked up into Mr. Lee's frowning face and awaited her instructions.