 ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
If there was ever a week that Eliora had wanted to grace the halls of Hogwarts again at breakfast time, it was not this one. She fell into step with James as they led their employees into the Great Hall. For once, she was without coffee. For this was important and she could get more than enough coffee after this. Her first question... "Have they been eating off the floor then?" You know... with tables missing?
She set the cage she had arrived with down at her feet and folded her arms, sparing a glance behind her at the employees and making sure they all had cages also. If not, someone was in for a rollocking later and this Department Head would make sure they regretted it.
Like how she was regretting being here. She could already smell teenage desperation. Ugh.
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