 Wowza!
Too many parchements. Too many ink bottles and quills. Now, why on Merlin's old beard and pants had he taken so many stuff to that meeting? Oh, yes. To be careful. Just in case someone had forgotten to bring their ink and parchment, he could lend them some. Such a gentleman, such a nice boy, his mother would probably said.
But--indeed, he had carried to many stuff to that conference room. Too many for him to carry, at least.
And. . . Badaboom, splat!
In a blink of one of his large chocolate brown eyes, the parchment had slipped from both of his hands, thus carrying the ink bottles with it. Both parchment and ink were now scattered all over the floor. A heavy sigh escaped from him. e was never going to carry more than he could. Never again. If someone forgot to bring their stuff, it wasn't really his problem. No, sir. Right.
With a casual flick of his wand, Nicholas vanished the dark ink spots on the carpet, that had of course came out of one of the ink bottles the moment it hit the ground. After that, Dwight bent down, and reached for the parchment and the now empty bottles, before opening the door of the division.
And boy, was the place empty!
No one was there. Where were all the employees of his division? Evaline had told him that there were at least half a dozen of them, and right now, he could see none. Perhaps they had not still arrived from the meeting? Hmm. That was rather possible, though if he was being honest with himself, Dwight could not recall had seen that amount of people back in the conferece room. Were they slackers? He could not tell at all. The man was still fairly new in the Ministry, after all.
In any case, he'd give them twenty minutes to get back, and honour him with their presence. They had a lot of stuff to plan and do. If they didn't get back soon, he was going to have a word with each and every one of them, of course. Like the former Hufflepuff he was, Nicholas was no slacker; he appreaciated hard work, and he did not expect less from the people that worked around him.
Shaking his head again, and sighing once more, the twenty six year old strolled to where his desk was, before plopping everything on top him.
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