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Zachaël was already wondering if he would live to regret this decision. He could remember what he was like as a Hogwarts student (besides the dashing, handsome, and head full of brown curls that he still was effortlessly sporting after a two hour hair care regime each night and half hour one in the morning after his shower and pre-breakfast yoga) and he would not have wished himself upon any shop owner anywhere.
Tasks were, as they always would be, posted on the wall just beside the employee side entrance to the Owl Post. Celine was the one who was impressing him the most thus far and was the easiest to assign tasks to. Anything that required the handling of his owls and was not too intensive was rewarded to her and several had taken to perching on her shoulder just as they did his own. The most difficult was Arséne who, fortunately unfortunately, reminded himself entirely too much of himself at that age. Though today he had assigned the boy window washing duty to be followed up by the task of painting on a new glass display promoting a new line of stamps just freshly delivered the day before. Mackenzie would be on general organization which meant Jina was on rotation as his personal assistant today.
Twirling some of his chocolate locks around his finger as he stepped out of the back room with Nuria perched on his shoulder and nipping at his ear, he gave the four a bit of a cursory look over and wrinkled his nose as though they all had just tracked mud into the shop and across his freshly polished flooring.
"And to what reason do I owe the four of you just standing around like that?" he inquired rhetorically.
He did not require an answer. He did require them to get their feet and hands moving, however.
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