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kayquilz · 01-15-2021, 11:02 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

A little paper airplane, like the memos from the good old days when a much older Ferguson worked in this very office, floated into the work area and over to Scott Ferguson's desk. This was no ordinary memo, though. It was an exquisitely folded piece of thick cardstock and was emblazoned with the logo of The Ministry of Magic. Just a bit of golden font reading From the Desk of Senior Undersecretary Fletcher was also visible at the top of the plane.

The airplane hovered above the security officer's head as he groaned, quivering a little in the extra wind caused by his exhale, and then it dive-bomb-landed next to Scottie's hand. It continued to twitch there, eager for him to open it and follow its instructions, the last part of which stated BURN IMMEDIATELY AFTER READING.

What a lovely memo!

His misery was uprooted only by the folded memo. It had Fletcher's name on it, and Scottie felt his heart THUMP. What could the Undersecretary want with him? Did he need help with a cat again? What was in the memo, however, was not at all what he had imagined. IF HE WANTED TO KEEP HIS JOB?!

Scottie was being fired. He just KNEW it. With his eyes widened, he ran from his work area with all the speed he knew his brother would be proud of. Was he running laps for a muggle physical education class (of which Scottie thought he would ABHOR from muggle films he had seen)? NO.

HE WAS RUNNING FOR HIS LIIIIIIIIIIFE. You know, burning the letter as he did so using his wand.

01-15-2021, 11:02 PM	#4 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl A little paper airplane, like the memos from the good old days when a much older Ferguson worked in this very office, floated into the work area and over to Scott Ferguson's desk. This was no ordinary memo, though. It was an exquisitely folded piece of thick cardstock and was emblazoned with the logo of The Ministry of Magic. Just a bit of golden font reading From the Desk of Senior Undersecretary Fletcher was also visible at the top of the plane. The airplane hovered above the security officer's head as he groaned, quivering a little in the extra wind caused by his exhale, and then it dive-bomb-landed next to Scottie's hand. It continued to twitch there, eager for him to open it and follow its instructions, the last part of which stated BURN IMMEDIATELY AFTER READING. What a lovely memo! His misery was uprooted only by the folded memo. It had Fletcher's name on it, and Scottie felt his heart THUMP. What could the Undersecretary want with him? Did he need help with a cat again? What was in the memo, however, was not at all what he had imagined. IF HE WANTED TO KEEP HIS JOB?! Scottie was being fired. He just KNEW it. With his eyes widened, he ran from his work area with all the speed he knew his brother would be proud of. Was he running laps for a muggle physical education class (of which Scottie thought he would ABHOR from muggle films he had seen)? NO. HE WAS RUNNING FOR HIS LIIIIIIIIIIFE. You know, burning the letter as he did so using his wand. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin