A familiar looking pink-broomstick shaped memo zoomed under the door of Teal Andrus' office and did a loop (or two or three or five) around the office. It was clear that even its haste that the words were written, the memo still had no qualms about showing off just a little for the Department Head of Magical Creatures. Once complete with its little dancing regimen, it landed on Teal's desk and unfolded itself to unveil familiar purple writing: Quote:
Teal,
Meet me at Florean's tonight. Seven thirty. I will be waiting at our usual booth.
Love always,
Lor