Rowan walked through the door and sighed. A pile of files where tettering precariously on her desk. Walking over, she placed her bag on the floor and sat down. Once again she took her wand out of her robes, tapped her mug three times and then sipped and the steaming brew. Hazelnut with a shot of irish cream...yummm.

Taking the first file of the gigantic pile, she opened it. Only to find that it wasn't about werewolves at all but dragons. Confused she closed the file and picked up the next one to find that it too was on dragons. It took a little over 10 minutes to sort through the large pile. At last the had files sorted into two intimidating large piles. While Rowan was immensely pleased that all the files weren't hers, she was oddly disgruntled at the mix up. She took a deep breath and decided that getting upset served no purpose. So she took out her wand, pointed it at the stack of files whose subject matter was focused on dragons, thought Locomotor, and strode out of the room with the stack following close behind her.