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He walked hurriedly along the corridor carrying with him a neat stack of folders. It was time to make his rounds to the different departments. A quill floated behind him drifting at a slower rate than he charmed it to and drip-dropped perfectly timed droplets of black ink. Claudian stopped. He heard the droplets fall and land onto the new corridor carpets with a soft tapping.
Sweat.
Claudian turned around and plucked the writing instrument out of the air as though it were a flower and stared disappointingly at it's leaky nib. Busted! Merlin! He looked around to see if anyone was near enough to see the mess and whipped out his wand. |