Krel had finished eating and was busy wiping her hands off with a napkin. She let out a sigh. Work was a bit of a headache for her right now. “I never imagined,” she started sounding extremely disappointed. “I’d be spending my days listening to people argue about something as trivial as cauldron thicknesses.” Not that she was belittling the importance of regulating trade standards, but it wasn’t exactly what she had imagined while she was in school studying about international laws and communications. “I swear it’s going to be the death of me. It’s really got Kurik in a huff.” Kurik was her boss and the primary ambassador to Germany. She didn’t really know why he cared as much as he did when he had some British exchange student facing underage magical charges to deal with.

She tried to put on a smile. “Hopefully they’re come to an agreement soon.” Because if they didn’t, well, Krel might scream bloody murder into the pile of paperwork that was sitting on her desk. Instead she simply stated. “If not, I’m going to be stuck at work late this week and well,” the house elf she’d hired to help with her father wasn’t available past 7 this week due to “a prior arrangement.” She wondered briefly if Uncle Hayden could spare one of his elves (even though she thought she remembered that the elves technically belonged to Aunt Tori…). “I don’t know what I’ll do about dad.”