 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
Why did it seem like everyone was always rightfully warning her against impulses to touch unknown artifacts? The rug. The brooms. She'd risked it before and she was certainly fine, so she was just going to ride on that level of luck and consider herself untouchable. A great plan was it not? But still, the ruse of polite with coworkers should always be upheld, so instead she pulled her hand the slightest fraction back and gave a nod towards her colleague. "Thanks." And considering she also needed to return Ms. Bagnold's greetings, she turned her attention towards the department head. "Hello, Ms. Bagnold." Or was it Mrs.? Truthfully, even when she was one of those Rose had always preferred Scardino. "Was just out for a stroll and noticed these. Any idea where these came from?" Though based on the other conversation around, she was going to assume not.
Rosemary's eyes lit the slightest bit seeing one of the brooms struggle towards her before falling, and her head tilted the slightest bit. "One at least seems to have some magic to it... but the charm seems too weak." Were these just prototypes of something new coming out? Why were they here?
She opened her mouth to respond regarding other floors, though she didn't have anything other than opinion, but paused noticing her own boss enter the room. Rose returned the head nod, before begrudgingly stepping back to let Peggy inspect as well. "One of them attempted to rise when I reached my hand out but it didn't seem strong enough. The handles are apparently rough too, so careful grabbing them." She had gloves in her bag if needed. It was always good to be prepared.
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