"Knock, knock, knock!"
The dull yet rhythmic knocking on the door interrupted the plump witch's incessant complaining—Korma, on the other hand, had been listening quite attentively—but as the receptionist, the plump witch still maintained a basic level of professionalism.
She shoved the stamped application form into Korma's hand.
"Take this to the office on the third floor where the Law Enforcement Team is stationed. The gentlemen sitting behind the desk sipping tea will ultimately decide whether to dispatch a task force, and how many squads to assign." She paused here, shook her head, and rolled her eyes dramatically:
"Merlin above, I honestly think I could handle that job just fine... Look, for a mission like yours, dealing with the embodiment of the Mother of the Mountain Goat of the Forest, you'd need at least five full-fledged task forces—that's a minimum of twenty-five elite registered wizards."
