 Constant Vigilance! O_O AWAKE!
She was not late.
Peggy was right on time, trays of cinnamon buns levitating behind her as she walked up the two flights of stairs to the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Conley really didn't need to worry about refreshments for a joint meeting. She could make cinnamon buns in her sleep (and had, once or twice).
As she and her trailing cinnamon buns entered the classroom, she made note of a couple Games and Sports employees, Lucas and Rosemary, already seated. Good, good. And a table with croissants on it? Even better. Peggy set her own baked goods down with the croissants, trying to subtly look around the room and see who'd brought them. Maybe Conley had thought of it after all.
"Good morning, all," she said brightly, settling into the seat next to the Singh-Phora before pulling a clipboard, self-inking quill, and a thermos of coffee out of various pockets. "We need a room like this up on Level Seven, for training our volunteer coaches," she commented to Conley. Well. Not quite this big. They didn't get that many volunteers. |