The memo managed to float through the slightly ajar door, and drifted about the room in search of Ms. Cromwell. It looked to be a bit of a showoff plane as it did many spins and loops, tricks that are mastered by a man who has been forced to send a lot of memo's throughout his life. After a moment or two, he spotted the one that was Ms. Cromwell and circled her head a few times, before hovering in midair, right in front of her face. Obviously, it was waiting for her to pick it up and read.
The memo read as follows...
Quote:
Rowan,
I knew that Liz was transferring but I was hoping it would be until after the conference, I suppose I was wrong. And Star has been on leave for quite a while now. I have tried owling her house but I still haven't gotten a response. Unfortunately for you, this is going to double your workload. The British Ministry of Magic is hosting this years International Wizarding Convention, so the Department has been getting ready for the past three months. One of the issue's we have in your Division is the Werewolf Classification system, many experts as well as myself believe that the system is flawed. If you could just write down some notes revising the system to discuss in the Conference room tomorrow, that would be exellent. I'll memo you on the exact time and date later in the day. And also, please call me Teal, Mr Andrus is my father as far as I am concerned.
Teal