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Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Seventh Year Ministry Department Head:
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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Kaishu walked into his new work space and immediately set to unpacking his briefcase and decorating his desk. No, not decorating for that it what housewives did on Sundays. No, he was... accessorizing his work space.
There...that sounded much more masculine.
On the upper right corner, he placed a framed picture of his late wife. Underneath her angelic smile were the last words she had ever written on a piece of paper given to her by one of the doctors minutes before she had passed. Kaishu had been called away on another emergency by the hospital he worked for as a Healer, and hadn't been by her side. It was something that he would forever regret...and something his son would most likely never forgive him for.
On the opposide of the photograph, he set his CD filled briefcase and examined the other desks in the area wondering when he would get to meet his Jr. and Senior Rangers. They deserved some sort of treat for their new shift begging, right?
Grinning from ear to ear, he began to place a signed CD on each of their desks. Having completed this, he returned to his seat, sat down, and began reading over the various documents that had been placed there. His ranger hat hung around his neck on his back. He had to look fashionable in this position, but that did not mean he would wear it on his head. Imagine the damage it could do to his hair!
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