In a department like magical law enforcement, one may be able to marvel at the sleek efficiency ingrained in the level's operations. Even the memos that fly in and out of this level have an air of urgency and organisation--except today.

Without warning, some memos burst into flames, their ashes sprinkling to the ground in delicate fashion. These are the lucky memos. Oddly enough, some begin to rip themselves apart until they are nothing but heaps of scraps and ripped parchment. Hopefully, no one was planning to read these.

Did it seem like there were less interdepartmental memos than usual?

That may have been because most weren't making their way to the department at all. Gone. Vanished. Burnt. Who knew at this point. No better time to get back to that good ole fashion face to face interaction.