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[paperworkprodigy]

All I want is one day without something horrifying trying to invade or devour large sections of the British Isles. Or at least one day where that's not my problem. Is that too much to ask?

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[paperworkprodigy]

And meanwhile, completely oblivious to the fact that they're eating his neighbors. People do seem to get a kick out of poking at things that they don't entirely understand.

Of course, sometimes it works out for the better—[She smiles a little bit, thinking of the new additions to their forces—some of the Grafters are bugfuck insane, but they're a lot nicer to have on the Checquy's side than the alternative.]—but most of the time Things Man Was Not Meant to Know really are supposed to be that way.

[asthedrivensnow]

It's that streak of invincibility that pops up in Leos. And Gryffindors.

At the very least, you'd think they'd have made an effort to keep them properly hidden.

[paperworkprodigy]

What the hell is a Gryffindor? [Flipping hastily through her thick purple binder, in case that's some annoyance she missed reading up on.] Though I suppose I'd be out of the job if everyone just sat down, shut up, and twiddled their thumbs quietly.

[asthedrivensnow]

[...bollocks. Zero for two, Cissa, failing at identification.]

Nothing important.

What do you do, precisely?

[paperworkprodigy]

I guess I'd say I'm in government as high-level management. That's probably the best way to put it.

[She's clearly not from the Checquy, but she does seem to know about all this supernatural bullshit. Still, though...]

[asthedrivensnow]

Ah, so nothing much at all.