Matty had been in the middle of reviewing personnel schedules when the owl swooped through his office window with far more urgency than grace, nearly upending his inkwell in the process. He'd caught the bottle just in time (impressive reflexes, really, he should mention that to someone) and plucked the rolled parchment from the bird's talons before it could deposit any... evidence of its journey onto his desk. The moment he read it, he leaned back in his chair, chin tipped to the ceiling, and let out a deeply bothered sigh.

Incident Report - Hall of Prophecy - Immediate Response Required

A new Unspeakable, first day on the job, had managed to shatter a prophecy orb during what should have been a routine retrieval. The prophetic mist was now escaping containment, glass shards were scattered across an entire row of shelving, and at least one overly heroic Unspeakable had remained behind attempting to contain the situation rather than following protocol and evacuating like a sensible person. Lovely. That meant even more paperwork for him after all was said and done. His brain had already cataloged what his foreseeable future entailed: incident documentation, safety protocols, damage assessment, personnel review for the new hire, possible disciplinary measures, and of course the endless, tedious follow-up reports that the Minister's office would demand. But first, there was the need to handle said situation. He'd gripe about the amount of paperwork later.

He stood, straightening his olive waistcoat (which did bring out his eyes, even in a crisis), and grabbed his wand. Matty stepped out of his office and moved precisely three steps to the right, rapping his knuckles against the Head of Department's door with what he hoped was the appropriate level of "this is urgent but I'm not panicking" energy.

"Mr. Blackwell?" He pushed the door open without waiting for permission (they were colleagues, after all, and there was prophetic mist to contain). "I've just received an incident report from the Hall of Prophecy. We have a situation that requires immediate attention." He held up the parchment as evidence.

"Shattered orb, escaping mist, and at least one Unspeakable who apparently missed the lecture on self-preservation during training." His tone was light, almost conversational—because really, what good did panic do?—but there was an edge of annoyed concern beneath it. A shattered prophecy wasn't just paperwork. Depending on whose prophecy it had been and what it contained, this could be anything from embarrassing to genuinely dangerous.