As the two left, he grabbed a piece of parchment and took out his quill. He slowly wrote his application as he needed new copies. Quote:
Apparition License Application.
Date:
Name:
Have you taken the test?:
If so, how many times?:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Signature here:
He finished writing then swiped his wand out. He waved it and suddenly, 50 or so copies were made. He grabbed them all and straightened it out. He walked to a small plastic pocket where files could be kept, by the door. He put them in and went back to his desk.
He sat down and wrote a memo. Quote:
Dear Magical Maintenance Department:
No matter how much sugar I put in my coffee, it still tastes horrible! not one bit sweet! I demand we get better coffee!
Cordially yours,
Micah Nettings
He waved his wand at the memo and it went flying to the magical maintenance department.