 Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite
Morning's were hard. You'd think that after years of being in positions that required someone to be up at decent hours one would be used to it but this was hardly the case. At the end of the day, mornings were still hard.
It was the bumping of the table that drew him awake. Then the voices. More and more voices as the room began to fill with people. Curiosity did very little to draw the cat from the spot he'd warmed under his own chair at the head of the table. Lifting his head, large yellow eyes could see several pairs of feet further down and he could hear the question of whether anyone had extra apples (he wouldn't be getting an apple from that one. Disappointing really).
Stranger still was the pair of feet that so adamantly made their way passed the table and to the back of the room until they were no longer visible. An onlooker was the first guess, a disgruntled employee was the second.
Unfortunately for him, the table was beginning to fill up despite the one who'd been kind enough to give up their seat which meant his morning siesta was nothing shy of over. Reluctantly, the black cat crawled up onto his chair, where he stretched back into the form of a man, slouched lazily in that seat. Only after seeing the apples all about the room did the man noticeably come alive. He even leaned forward in his seat (Some things were worth this effort). "Good morning." He offered, Sapphire eyes moving from fruit to fruit. "Happy you all could make it; even happier most of you managed to source the apples. I'll be taking those." A flick of his wand saw the shiny red objects of his affection rising and floating up to him. "As stated on the noticeboard, they're much appreciated." They were the real heroes in this Ministry.
Right, but they could begin the meeting. He supposed the stragglers could just get whatever notes needed getting from an employee or Division Head. "So let's get started. As you all know, Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne is no longer at the Ministry of Magic." As he spoke, the apples were floated one by one into his magically extended pocket. "But rest assured you're in good hands. As most of you know, my name is Maddox Quigley. Maddox will work just fine, unless you've got an inch to go formal with Mr. Quigley." It was all the same to him. He...didn't care. "As stated, I don't intend to keep you long and might do a little walking around the different divisions within the week but before we get into the little house keeping matters, I'd like to hear from you. Are there any concerns? Queries? Anything you might need in order to aid your current projects?" New equipment Better furniture? He was aaaaall ears
__________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________
______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.
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