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Dexter watched her sip her tea, having almost forgotten already that she had made him one too. With a somewhat sheepish grin, he reached for the second cup and took a rather large sip. Almost burning his tongue in the process. He winced slightly and put the cup right back where he found it, deciding he'd pick it back up in a few minutes, after it cooled a bit more. "Tha's what the meetin's fer then? To try and figure tha' out?" Honestly, he wanted to know why all of the ministry employees and employers had to take care of this and not some healers from St. Mango's or whatever the name of the closest wizarding hospital was.
"... So it's entirely possible that we might all be infe'ted? Tha's a scary thought, ma'am."
He nodded. "Yeh, I know. I was just 'posed to be working with them. Wasn't I? I couldn't find none of them. Tha's wot I meant." Out of office? Well that made a lot of sense. Did that mean- Was the intern in charge? This confused him. A lot. He was still settling into the whole ministry chain of command and that- that was just odd to him. But he realized enough that now was not the time to voice this. Maybe some other time when an infection wasn't the main concern here. "Right. Well- I'd be happy to lend yer a hand."
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