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Elinor had sat quietly, listening intently to Mister Bole's intriguing story. Of course, he was telling this story for a darn good reason, which she had almost forgotten, until he brought them back to the issue at hand. She made a note of what the others were being assigned to, and was unsurprised to hear no mention of herself. It was merely her job to assist the rest of them, as usual, she assumed. She gave a small, silent sigh and leaned forward, the first bit of movement she'd made from the start of the meeting, placing one arm on the table in front of her.
Carnival? No. She wouldn't be leaving for any carnival unless it was her job to do so. She wouldn't be doing ANYTHING unless it was her job to do so. Of course, she was with Mister Bole, and would be happy to assist with this issue, but she really didn't care about revolting or fighting back or even the apparation licenses. She knew she probably SHOULD have, but she didn't. Why would SHE, of all the people int he department, need one?
Yeah, okay, she was bitter. But she tried not to be, and pushed those thoughts aside as Mister Bole handed over the floor.
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