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hermygirl
"Milk, three sugars, counterclockwise seven times," Alina repeated softly, to help memorise the rather specific order. "Well, you soon will," Alina answered with a smile. "And yes, it will be quieter than this main work area. It can get rather hectic out here with all three Divisions of the Department working together." She refrained to comment on the subject of 'brutish beings'. She assumed he meant the quidditch posters, and she felt no need to correct the man. Especially with quidditch employees in the vicinity. It would just draw more attention.
"Shall we head into the Conference Room? Then I'll go and fix your cup of tea." She lead the way to the door, and started to open it. "My colleagues are very interested in what you have to say."
"Why would they be interested in what I have to say? I'm just an inventor who has a fantastic product to sell!" Brett replied shakily and ran a white scrawny hand through his already-messed up hair.
He looked at the door that Alina was opening and eyed it nervously.
"I go through there. Is it true that your boss keeps a pet dragon by his side?"