herexorcisms
*ೃ࿔ ┊❝there you are!❞ scowled lynna by the end of the hall. the seventeen-year-old auror-in-training ran towards the all-known percival graves, with a packet of paper clipped to her arms. frustratingly, she handed the packet. a packet filled with /useless/ information about 1830's witchcraft attack in new york that lynna needed to pile up for him. for the entire day, lynna spent hours doing work for him. she once suspected all of them were just pathetic orders so that he can waste her time, as well as keeping her around so he can spend time with her. 'such a great father', she thought.
❝what else, sir?❞ said lynna with such disrespect. ❝would you like me to brew you coffee next,❞ she said sarcastically. ❝i'm not your assistant, /percival/.❞
herexorcisms
lynna, as she was in the state of confusion whether she should come or not, bit her lower lip and instead she responded with unwanted facts, "i researched mother's case regarding to obscurials and how they were able to host a child's body. apparently, it had hosted someone above ten? er — credence barebone?" then she looked down, knowing she was becoming irrelevant. she cleared her throat, nodding suddenly, and said: "yes, sir, i'm coming."
Percival_Graves_1
@goldsteinspawn "Well it has been until recently." He stands up and fixs his jacket. "Are you coming?"
