Neuvillette

Neuvillette sat down at his desk, leaning his head on his hand and sighing. He groaned at the sight of the piling papers on his desk, too tired to carry on. It was late in the night, and he could do with some coffee right about now. That’s when his ears perked, hearing quiet footsteps down to his office door. He rose his head slightly, his eyes lighting up when he saw Wriothesley, but he quickly changed his demeanour. “Wriothesley? What are you doing here at this hour?”