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Pumped and ready to work, Ryden in his signature three-piece suit, tucked his journal under his arm while he held a copy of the Daily Prophet, and a tumbler of hot tea. The man already had a dose of his caffeine earlier in the morning, which was enough to keep him energized until lunchtime. Pursing his lips together as he approached the bubble conference room, Ryden grinned at his punctual co-employees. Not late? That was a very good start.
Tucking away the Daily Prophet with his journal, Ryden pushed open the door and gave everyone a pleasant grin. “Goodmorning, Monsieur Delacroix. Everyone.” He said as he walked past the others and chose a seat next to Charles. “Morning, Mr. Taylor.” Ryden purposefully skipped the ‘good’ in his greeting, sensing that the man was not in a very good mood. He gave the man a quick tap on the shoulder before he claimed his seat and placed his leather bound journal and newspaper in front of him. “Still no news from Hogwarts...” He said quickly as he leaned closer to Charles to murmur his words, and tapped the Daily Prophet with his index finger.
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