Blackstone took the copy and set it down by the warrant. Resting his hand on top of them, he drummed his fingers on the desk. "Thank you, Mr. Armenius" Blackstone muttered. "I hope it is as well."

He eyed all three of them, standing expectantly, as if waiting for some other news, or a resolution. Blackstone wasn't just going to swish his wand and finish all the business right then and there. Did they think he'd solve their problems? That all the work would be finished, so they could go out and celebrate with a round of gillywaters? Or that he would conduct this whole thing on his own? Did Varus want a cookie, too? No, Blackstone wasn't going to make that mistake again. At least not without counting the chocolate chips. He already said 'Thank you' .... what did they want, a card? And what did Ava want? You can't nod your way out of everything, you know.... Blackstone sat, eyes darting from person to person.... why were they staring at him?

"No 'Thank You' cards" he muttered under his breath. Blackstone never liked them anyway. What next, the 'Your welcome' card?. "Is that all?" he asked, collectively. Not hostile, but rather suspicious.

Blackstone continued to let his fingers tap across the table, keeping in perfect rhythm with the song that was stuck in his head, 'All That Jazz'. He stopped abruptly, right before the finale. Was that an ink smudge on his finger. A trace of a frown could be seen lining his face.