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Stefan · 11-02-2021, 03:14 PM

Mordred was just about to get himself a cup of coffee from his desk, when a memo-plane landed on his desk. He'd eyed the other memo-planes that made its way in their office and quietly watched it land smoothly onto his colleague's table. Ah. It was a summon, wasn't it? Everyone in their department got one, apparently. Eyeing Aurora's office door, Mordred guessed that it wasn't from his boss. She would've waltzed out of her room, and tell everyone to gather for a meeting if it was her. The head dragonologist picked up the memo, unfolded it, and there it said that they were due for a joint meeting with DERP. Mordred's eyes shifted from the memo, then to Noah's owl, telling him (and Sophie) about Hogwart's beautification project, the Board of Governors, and the mysterious vine that had been creeping up inside the castle. The latest update he got from his eldest was about the school's greenhouse getting locked because of a certain plant that apparently glowed, and it seemed to him it produced a certain type of gas. Mordred was lowkey thankful that Noah no longer took Herbology and have no reason to be in the area of danger, but he was equally worried about his youngest daughter Scarlett, who, was into Herbology. Seeing that he'd be surrounded by plant experts, he might as well raise this concern with whoever was in charge of DERP. After the war, he could no longer stay out of his children's business, no matter how mild the situation might be.

Tucking both memo and Noah's letters in between his journal, Mordred gathered all of his writing implements, and headed for the shared conference room of Level Four. Inside, he found DERP's department head already there, looking rather cheerful. "Hello," Deciding not to comment on her happy disposition, Mordred stepped inside the room, and wasted no time claiming a seat nearest the exit door. Meetings were usually tedious and boring, and he would want to be the first one out once it was over. Clearing his throat, the dragonologist sat back in his seat, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes as he waited for the others to arrive.

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Mordred was just about to get himself a cup of coffee from his desk, when a memo-plane landed on his desk. He'd eyed the other memo-planes that made its way in their office and quietly watched it land smoothly onto his colleague's table. Ah. It was a summon, wasn't it? Everyone in their department got one, apparently. Eyeing Aurora's office door, Mordred guessed that it wasn't from his boss. She would've waltzed out of her room, and tell everyone to gather for a meeting if it was her. The head dragonologist picked up the memo, unfolded it, and there it said that they were due for a joint meeting with DERP. Mordred's eyes shifted from the memo, then to Noah's owl, telling him (and Sophie) about Hogwart's beautification project, the Board of Governors, and the mysterious vine that had been creeping up inside the castle. The latest update he got from his eldest was about the school's greenhouse getting locked because of a certain plant that apparently glowed, and it seemed to him it produced a certain type of gas. Mordred was lowkey thankful that Noah no longer took Herbology and have no reason to be in the area of danger, but he was equally worried about his youngest daughter Scarlett, who, was into Herbology. Seeing that he'd be surrounded by plant experts, he might as well raise this concern with whoever was in charge of DERP. After the war, he could no longer stay out of his children's business, no matter how mild the situation might be. Tucking both memo and Noah's letters in between his journal, Mordred gathered all of his writing implements, and headed for the shared conference room of Level Four. Inside, he found DERP's department head already there, looking rather cheerful. "Hello," Deciding not to comment on her happy disposition, Mordred stepped inside the room, and wasted no time claiming a seat nearest the exit door. Meetings were usually tedious and boring, and he would want to be the first one out once it was over. Clearing his throat, the dragonologist sat back in his seat, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes as he waited for the others to arrive. __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.