More Coffee Required

[Anne McDermot]

Anne set down the phone and sighed heavily, leaning back in her desk chair and counting slowly to ten in her head. It had minimal effect.

God, why did people have to be so frustrating? The brunette far preferred horses; at least they didn't answer back, and although they might be frustrating at times, it was absolutely worth it for the feeling of satisfaction that one got when one finally achieved whatever the aim was. With people, there was none of that redeeming feeling. Even if you were eventually victorious, few people would actually deign to admit that they had been wrong and apologise.

She got to her feet. She needed more coffee.

Fiachra Fitzsimmons

[Fiachra Fitzsimmons]

Fitz was busy sorting the mail, making sure that none of the office mail got mixed up with that of the student residences, as the last thing he needed was for something slightly official to end up in a student's hands, though he was sure that the House heads were the ones who handed out the mail when they collected it from here.

He looked up from his task at the sound of approaching feet and smile toward Anne. "I know that look." He said. "It's the look I have when I can't get someone to see sense on the phone." He offered her another smile as he picked up her stack of mail, setting it to the side so he could give it to her as she headed back to her office.