Attica rushed into the Magical Meeting Room, or MMR, as she liked to call it in her head, red hair flying out like a flag behind her. In her left hand she held a dusty broom, and in her right, a bottle of Magical Mess remover. She had been cleaning up around the fourth floor when she received the memo. "Goodness!" she cried as she entered the door, "I hope I'm not late!"

Looking around at the near empty room, Attica heaved a sigh of relief. There was only one other employee here, and of course, Delilah. She took a minute to set her cleaning supplies down near the far end of the room and dragged a rag out of her back pocket. Hastily, she wiped her face, in an attempt at a clean appearance. Her ablutions finished, she took a seat and waited for the meeting to begin.