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Priscilla was pre-occupied by the stash of folders that kept pilling up rapidly on her desk to notice any of the flying mail. Her eyes kept rolling each time a folder was stashed, what was the rush in people getting their apparition license anyways? Even so it was still morning; she has the entire day to read into them while her magical quill kept signing her name in approval or rejection. Her eyes were growing tired as she kept checking the clock; her quill was definitely not supplying sufficient speed making her believe she won’t finish on time. Pulling another quill out she bewitched it to work on another stack of folders while she pulled out today’s edition of the daily prophet for the regular update on their world.
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“ Mermaids, Zombies,...Blackbeard.”
Last edited by Blackwidow; 07-07-2007 at 10:51 PM.
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