 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Conley was late. He wasn’t that late, but he was still late. Why was he late? Because as he was leaving his office, an entire parliament of owls decided to descend upon his lobby armed with enough correspondence to keep Walter and his staff busy for a half an hour. He had managed to slip out of the oncoming parliament by ducking and weaving and forcing his way past a few of the birds and he hadn’t had time to make sure his hair didn’t have feathers it in (which it did). Nor had he had time to check that his robes hadn’t been messed (they had). He also might have dropped one or two of his notes in the commotion.
He was only a little out of breath as he entered the room and quickly grabbed a seat next to Victoria. He hadn’t bothered to take a lift since two of his ambassadors had gotten stuck in one last spring. He was going to ask Victoria what he missed, but noticed that she looked as preoccupied as he himself felt. So he didn’t say anything as he tried to tune into the room around him. Something about missing files…
”Have we gotten anywhere with the missing passports and identifications?” he asked reaching into his jacket pocket for a pen so he could take notes. He had reported the odd string of identity thefts to Alexa a while ago, but the rash of international wizarding discourse that had been flooding his office had overshadowed the relatively minor problem with visas and passports.
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