Lax Situational Awareness
Toby was sat in his office room, staring at the page in front of him. The information on the page wasn’t the kind of information he liked to read. Taking out a handkerchief (it would seem that some old habits would die hard) to mop up some of the sweat already gathering at his brow. Frowning when he thought that before he had started at the Firm, he had a full head of hair, it would see that under the stress of constantly having to come up with a new series of excuses of whatever small calamity the Wizarding World was facing was taking his toll.
He had also learned from working side by side with Muggle-Borns, that his genetics could also face some of the blame. Goodness knew that a good number of the men on both sides of his family had receding hairlines (if they even had any hair that was). Still, at least he carried it off with grace and aplomb. Could you blame him for looking like he was born to be bald?
Today at least looked like it was going to give him a bit more stress. He knew he should brief the owners of their firm (the husband and wife pairing), but for right now, he felt too cowardly to do so. Why did he feel so nervous about it? He knew that Abby at least would become irate at the thought of children being mistreated.
Making his way from his office, he entered into the large bullpen, where he could hear a great commotion going on. Pausing briefly, as he closed his eyes, for a moment to simply gather himself and his strength. Snapping his eyes open again, when he heard some of what was happening, he took a step forward into the centre of the bullpen.
“OKAY, WHAT’S GOING ON?” Toby whistled calling attention to himself, instantly quietening the room around him.
“It’s Scotland, Sir, we’ve had reports of more quite frankly bizarre behaviour in the skies over the Highlands,” Josh explained to his boss. He noted his boss was looking completely frazzled and bemused as he watched his workers.
“UGH, AGAIN? Is Hogwarts near some military installation or airport or something, that makes people notice the air above Hogwarts? I thought that place was supposed to be layered with so many different spells that meant Muggles couldn't ever come near discovery of the Magical World?” Toby sighed, beginning to gear up for a new rant.
“Yeah, you’d think, but it seems that if the spells were cast a few millennia lose their potency, normally the headmasters are supposed to top on the spells. But in the case of Albus too many names Dumbledore doesn’t. I don’t think he doesn’t do it because he can’t because he has become arrogant and complacent in his abilities and the downfall and bloody shortsightedness of Muggles.” Sam answered supplying Toby with some of the answers.
“Alright, well we have to discuss this, CJ can you handle this? Seaborn my office NOW” Toby cried.