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Work at Level Four has started to pour in, but being Mordred Mordaunt he got most, if not all of his work done already. Deciding not to be bothered by any of his superiors, the dragonologist moved to Level 10 to re-fill his tumbler with coffee. His hideout, which wasn’t so secret at all, was the perfect place for him to get his other thing done.
Spotting an empty table, Mordred quickly flicked his wand at one of the mismatched chairs to see if it had been tampered with black magic. A trick he learned from Mr. Black of Mysteries. Where was that man anyway? It had been ages since the last time he saw him.
After taking a long sip from his tumbler, Mordred went on to spread the papers before him and began to fill the blanks. He’s pretty much ahead with this thing of his, so no reason really for him to rush.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |