 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
It was going to be one of those days it seemed, and while she had no objections to being kept busy, this was not usual for the MLE. This drama, was not desirable. Her pocket notebook grew warm too many times for her liking, and Muriel's notes to her was enough to tell her she was needed at reception urgently. Merlin help her, she'd need all the sugar in the world once the day was over. Ice cream was an acceptable dinner, no? Zeke would appreciate it.
As she stepped into the well lit reception hall thing they'd been making do with, Emily first spied Mariel before in turn eye-cballing the red head... and that was when she glimpsed the hobbit man Skeeter. Perfect. Excellent. Her day was getting better. Was he wearing gloves? ....
"Mariel, you made it..." through the labyrinth that is muggle transportation. It was a shame there was no way to apparate into their part of the tunnel, but she was thankful for her emergency portkeys, they made life that little bit easier. "And Mr. Skeeter... I assume you're also here for Mr. De La Garza?" Was he here to bail him out too? Or was he here to fire him? It was clear now that the redhead was not representing De La Garza, merely being another nuisance. Did Skeeter want two reporter/cronies in holed up in cells?
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