Oh, good, they already had a solution for this that seemed more advanced than just asking a secretary to scribble out a dozen owls. He had been rather concerned on his way over here that he would end up standing at some woman's desk tapping his fingers impatiently while she copied down explanation after explanation — which would have been doubly inconvenient because they would have had to choose between accuracy of the context provided and the speed at which someone could write. This was much cleverer — had there not been an emergency on he would have been curious to look at the pad the man whipped out a little closer, to exactly what kind of magic they'd used on it. Unfortunately, they did not really have the time for pursuing curiosities.

"Dragons are loose in London," he explained. "The dragon restraint division and the obliviators are already en route, but obviously there will be — damages to manage."

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