#ofictis

sturgis sat perched on weasley’s desk -- his shirt was a bit of a mess, but the scone was to blame, it just wasn’t holding up like it used too, “where have you been?” he huffed, the second he set sights on him, “how mandatory is the meeting - you think we can duck out and act as if we were on assignment? i have better things to do than listen to him drone on about ghouls. the man has been talking in circles - one moment they aren’t a threat, justifiably so and the next they need another task force - it’s getting ridiculous --”