 Cheesy Mac
Reagan surveyed the items on Minister Cooper's desk, nodding to herself as she did so. Right. Lots of things to pack in boxes and send to his home. Lovely. That ought to be a cheery delivery. Definitely hiring someone to deliver those. Yuuup. "Hey Chad, let me know if you see any good books that I should consider getting for myself?"
Sitting down in Cooper's leather chair, Reagan picked up a desktop timepiece and inspected the face. On first glance, it looked to merely tell the standard time, but if you squinted your eyes just right, you could see several different messages indicating tasks to be done. Things like, 'Time to call a staff meeting' and 'Time to complete paperwork' and 'Time to make your assistant get tea.' Niiiiiiice. This one might actually come in handy. Although, knowing Cooper, he'd want to keep it, despite not needing it any longer.
Reagan picked up the clock and inspected it further, turning it over in her hands to find the words, 'Property of the Ministry of Magic' across the bottom. "Excellent!" Reagan spoke aloud without thinking. Whoops. Probably shouldn't look too excited about a clock. But it was SO MUCH MORE than the clock. It was the fact that the clock was now HERS! Well, at least for as long as she was Minister of Magic.
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