1AM September 15th, 1893 — Emergency Headquarters
At midnight, he'd gone to the triage site, and walked around talking to patients and healers and getting the scope of things. (A bloody mess.) At 12:30 A.M., he'd gone to his once-every-two-hours update meeting with Queen Victoria and the Prime Minister, he'd gotten reamed out by them for the existence of dragons, and they were pleased by the updates on healing and obliviation. And then it was back to the emergency headquarters.
Predictably, he'd just gotten out of the floo when he found himself face to face with another person, still covered in soot.
"I've just gotten back from the Queen — are we still seeking five of the dragons?" Ross said, half-expectant. He hadn't expected all of his problems to be solved when he was gone, but — it would have been nice, wouldn't it have?
Predictably, he'd just gotten out of the floo when he found himself face to face with another person, still covered in soot.
"I've just gotten back from the Queen — are we still seeking five of the dragons?" Ross said, half-expectant. He hadn't expected all of his problems to be solved when he was gone, but — it would have been nice, wouldn't it have?
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