"Well aren't you in a chipper mood?" Minerva groused, her face annoyed but not at Atlas. It had been a hellish day, with her employer in a terrible mood about a wand that had been commissioned and the wizard not liking the result. He had left without purchasing the wand, which had taken her boss months to complete and now there was a specially made wand that couldn't be sold.
Minerva sighed, pushing back her hair. "Sorry, I really need to get the fuck out of here before I lose my own temper. Give me a sec, and then we're gone."
Moments later, with her own bag in her hands as she had packed to leave right from the shop, they had left the shop.
"Gods it feels so good to get away from here. You ready? We can apparate to the muggle ferry from here."