As soon as she'd mentioned the conference, Winter fell over his desk. Oh noes. Suddenly he began to babble. "Oh crap. I was meant to be sorting out some Floo bits for them... Ah, I need to go see Mr Phoenix.." Then shutting himself up, Winter stood up properly, and rubbed his knee. "I need to see the head of the Portkey.. Thingy, d'you want to come, or shall you just hold down fort?" Hopefully she understood some of that...
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