 Cheesy Mac
Macadrian had been looking through a catalogue of wedding flower arrangements in her office before heading out for the emergency staff meeting. A midnight emergency staff meeting. Honestly, she was lucky that tonight she'd decided to stay up late and get wedding stuff done, because being up and walking around the castle this late was a rarity for Mac. Beauty sleep and all that jazz.
As she approached the other staff members who had gathered, Macadrian greeted them all quietly, "Good evening everyone." Quite tired, Shackleton leaned against the wall and played idly with a curl of her hair, twisting it around her finger and tugging at it like a stretched spring.
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