Zelda was — not surprisingly — in the middle of a work project, and she was so close to finishing the paperwork and shipping the no-longer-cursed lamp back to its owners that she could taste it. But it was after working hours — (apparently, she had not actually noticed until she looked up from her desk and no one was here) — and she probably ought to go home, because it wasn't like it was urgent.
Or maybe she could catch one of her brothers at work and talk them into waiting another twenty minutes for her. Safety in numbers, and all that. And if she talked Dory into coming home for dinner then haha, she was a hero, and Brannon couldn't be annoyed with her at all. (Nemo would have been easier, but Dory's desk was closer.)
Zelda walked through the halls of MA&C still in her work robes — no jacket, no real move to go home — until she rounded the corner to find Dory's empty desk, and her brother wasn't there, but someone was.
Her eyes caught on his hands on the scarf, which she recognized. She cleared her throat.
"Hello," Zelda announced. She recognized the man as a Hufflepuff from a year or two above her; so, more likely to know Nemo than he was to know her. She couldn't conjure his name, which likely meant that he didn't work for Magical Accidents & Catastrophes, which meant she could probably-maybe get away with being a little short with him. She was twitchy about the scarf. "Have you seen Dorian — Fisk around?"
If Dory wasn't here and it was after five that probably meant he just wasn't here, but she may as well check, since this guy was around.
Or maybe she could catch one of her brothers at work and talk them into waiting another twenty minutes for her. Safety in numbers, and all that. And if she talked Dory into coming home for dinner then haha, she was a hero, and Brannon couldn't be annoyed with her at all. (Nemo would have been easier, but Dory's desk was closer.)
Zelda walked through the halls of MA&C still in her work robes — no jacket, no real move to go home — until she rounded the corner to find Dory's empty desk, and her brother wasn't there, but someone was.
Her eyes caught on his hands on the scarf, which she recognized. She cleared her throat.
"Hello," Zelda announced. She recognized the man as a Hufflepuff from a year or two above her; so, more likely to know Nemo than he was to know her. She couldn't conjure his name, which likely meant that he didn't work for Magical Accidents & Catastrophes, which meant she could probably-maybe get away with being a little short with him. She was twitchy about the scarf. "Have you seen Dorian — Fisk around?"
If Dory wasn't here and it was after five that probably meant he just wasn't here, but she may as well check, since this guy was around.
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AMAZING set by MJ