Access to the library and archives wasn't unrestricted, but it was at least at Daphne's clearance level, which as Lady Goode's assistant was relatively high. He couldn't remove anything, even just up to his room, but as Daphne could continue her own administrative work from anywhere in the manor, she was fine staying there with him as long as he liked.
Later that afternoon, she even gently reminded him of his appointment back at the office, which as he couldn't mirror there would take some travel time, and she didn't want him to miss it, as it was -apparently- a standing appointment with the Lost & Found Department.
She was actually a little enamored of the office and everything in it, keeping her hands respectfully to herself, "Oh, you two have been at this for a while." There was something wistful and even a little awed in the tone, though if she had anything else to say it was interrupted by a flare of light around the office door, which swung open and stayed that way, the honey-sepia of the Department behind it as the Night Nurse bustled through with a stack of folders.
Still visible behind her was the Hellhound that was Charles, just laid out on the floor beside her desk, head cushioned on the backpack that was almost invisible under the size of his skull. The muzzle and the collar, as well as the still-glowing rope halter weren't gone, just shifted around a little, into some kind of harness, almost the same as for a working dog, but he was clearly unharmed, if bored.
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Date: 2024-10-09 10:03 pm (UTC)Later that afternoon, she even gently reminded him of his appointment back at the office, which as he couldn't mirror there would take some travel time, and she didn't want him to miss it, as it was -apparently- a standing appointment with the Lost & Found Department.
She was actually a little enamored of the office and everything in it, keeping her hands respectfully to herself, "Oh, you two have been at this for a while." There was something wistful and even a little awed in the tone, though if she had anything else to say it was interrupted by a flare of light around the office door, which swung open and stayed that way, the honey-sepia of the Department behind it as the Night Nurse bustled through with a stack of folders.
Still visible behind her was the Hellhound that was Charles, just laid out on the floor beside her desk, head cushioned on the backpack that was almost invisible under the size of his skull. The muzzle and the collar, as well as the still-glowing rope halter weren't gone, just shifted around a little, into some kind of harness, almost the same as for a working dog, but he was clearly unharmed, if bored.