“I heard that there was a new...” replacement for the office head, but... His stomach dropped out. His blood ran cold. His fingertips had frozen mid-straightening his quill as the notion sank in. Zelda Fisk (Darrow), Head of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts?! She had been in Catastrophes, she had never managed anyone... Hadn’t there been anyone else?

Evander smoothed his expression, hopefully before he could look too panic-stricken. “Well,” he said weakly, reaching out to shake hands with her entirely out of habit and not at all because he had meant to in this case, “Congratulations?”

Merlin save him.

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