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Originally Posted by CJP

Imogine smiled in thanks."Thank you" She politley nodded.

Imogine narowed her eyes. Now Althea thinks she can boss me around? She thought. Well she is my boss. And I just got a promotion. And I did put the tree there in the first place. "No problem" replied Imogine.

"Incendio" she announced, and set fire to the tree, proclaiming it would turn it to ashes. There was no fear of anything else catching on fire, room could take it. People fired spells in here all the time. Imogine stood and watched the tree burn.

Thea watched the tree burn for a moment, smiled reflexively at Imogine again, and then turned her attention fully to the Obliviator.

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Originally Posted by NathanCorun

"Ahh my file, no doubt there are some very interesting things within that blasted file. Dark and terrible things no doubt. I have been gone for several years now, so I must inquire as to who you are? I mean no disrespect mind you, my former boss seems to be gone.

Nathaniel glanced to his desk, which was covered with old papers.

"I have not in fact read any memos as of yet...."

Althea raised her eyebrow at that. "You haven't read any memos." She repeated, clearly unimpressed. "Despite the fact that every desk gets a copy and they are all posted very clearly on the announcement board in the hallway?"

A smile. It was somewhat... dangerous, but her voice remained pleasant. "You'll learn, working for me, Mr. Corun, that such excuses for not knowing what is going on don't fly. But, I'm a reasonable woman, I'm aware that things in this department have been a touch... disorganized these past few years. That will change, as you'll realise, once you take a moment to catch up on the relevant communications." She paused.

"But since you're so polite, I'm Althea Schirmer. And I suggest you take a moment of your time to... catch up. And then perhaps we can have a chat, you and I." Queue a polite but somewhat frosty smile.

"I'll speak with you later, Mr Corun." Pause. "In my office." Thea walked out of the training room without a second look back at the Obliviator, or at the burning tree.