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Jasper turned the lights on to the conference room as he entered. Did anyone work for the Department anymore? It felt like years since he'd seen anyone other than Mr. Summers's face. Syndil even, whom he shared a work space with seemed to fade into the recesses of the Hall of Prophecies. Not that it stopped the seer from trying his best to complete his work. It was nice to see the conference room cleaned, ready to use and completely chizpurfle-free. The work he and Ashby had put in had paid off apparently and he was just about caught up with re-ordering the prophecies since they'd lost quite a few of them when the chizzies attacked. They still had them on record, though, in the parchment inventory. Nonetheless it was a loss.
Maybe he ought make good use of his time and help Ashby set up. First things being first though, the older wizard put on a pot of coffee. Maybe the scent would lure more people in, knowing they had been covered.
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