"Elijah?" Oliver replied, "It's possi--" and then he was interrupted again by the woman with the book. Ivan's thoughts flitted to the book under the woman's arm, a momentary curiosity as to what she was reading. But the acerbity of her manner was enough for Ivan to decide to back away and try someone else for help.
And he was in the process of backing away when a rather flamboyant figure in the department's green robes burst through the door. Ivan's eyes darted from angry woman to newbie man to zone-out girl to the purveyor of cookies. Obviously the department of mysteries attracted rather...er, strong personalities. All the same, this new man was obviously friendly. Maybe he knew...
Ivan walked over, but before he could introduce himself a cookie was slapped into his palm. "Uh...thanks. I was looking for someone..."
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Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator
If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |