[voice post #13]

[snake_slayer]

[working quietly in Christopher Styles' office, copying over legal forms at a desk by a window

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[the_wheezy]

[Ron rounds the door of the office at Neville's exclaimation, eyebrow raised. He sets a cup of coffee on Neville's desk, looking down at the files his friend is copying, casual about everything for the moment.]

What's wrong, then?

[snake_slayer]

[still staring at the windowshade, mouth open]

..Zombie-! [waves a hand towards the window] Out there!

[the_wheezy]

...Zombie?

[He half-smirks, because Neville's probably just freaking out over something silly, but... You know, maybe not. After a moment, he takes the time to peek out of the blinds, stares for a bit, and then lets go, stepping back from the widow with his eyes still warily on it.]

Seems you're right, Neville. Uh... Well. What d'we do about this sort of thing, you think?

[snake_slayer]

..[looks to Ron, eyes wide] You're asking me? I don't know what to do about the walking dead! Just...keep away from the window!

[the_wheezy]

Right...

Should we ward the door or something, just in case?

[snake_slayer]

I...suppose that should work..

And warn Mr. Styles not to go out for lunch today.

[the_wheezy]

Probably a good idea. Let's just hope that he doesn't send one of us instead, huh?

[snake_slayer]

Oh, he wouldn't...

..Would he?

[the_wheezy]

I wouldn't think so, but you never know. We're the ones with magic, after all. He might figure we're easily prepared for this sort of thing. Inferi... things aren't really my cup of tea, though, to be honest.

[snake_slayer]

Nor mine...

Maybe we could convince him to order in.

[the_wheezy]

Oh. There's a plan. I'd say we're set, then.

[snake_slayer]

Except for the zombies, of course..

[the_wheezy]

Yes, well... Let's just ignore them... and hope that they do the same.

[snake_slayer]

..Good idea, Ron.