Of course he wouldn't apologise. Millicent tossed Rolf's reply down onto the packet of contracts she'd just been about to file, and rubbed at her forehead. Underhandedness like that had been wasted in Hufflepuff, she thought balefully, and looked under her desk as one of the cats curled inside the little bed at her feet flung a paw out with a very large yawn.
Foster more cats, indeed. Yes, she'd be happy to do so, but this...this was not a short-term arrangement. This was a devious, cunning way to get her to take a bonded pair he knew she'd almost, fleetingly considered taking, before her common sense had taken control.
She already had three cats! And two owls! And the canary was going to be very grumpy when these two showed up; he was already outnumbered. Millicent grumbled into her palm as she swiped at her face one more time, then picked up another piece of paper and began to write.
MR SCAMANDER,
WERE THIS THE FOSTERING ARRANGEMENT UPON WHICH WE HAD AGREED, I WOULD BE HAPPY TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE SERVICES OF SUCH. HOWEVER. NON-REGULATED ANIMALS...
Millicent stopped, thought for a moment, then shook her head.
NON-REGULATED ANIMALS IT IS HIGHLY IMPROPER TO BRING THEM INTO MY PLACE OF BUSINESS. AND YOUR MOTIVATIONS IN BRINGING ME MEEP AND NEEP ARE BLATANTLY TRANSPARENT.
The shop-owl had begun scuttling sideways towards the window as the Howler began to wobble a bit, eyeing it warily, so Millicent took the jar of the really good treats out of her desk, and rattled it temptingly. The moment the owl got back within reach, Millicent pounced, stuffing the note into its beak with a triumphant huff, and then gave it the treat in its left foot before it could protest. As she watched it waddle to the window, jump out, and fly away with a bit of a grumble, she grumbled a little herself, pushing out of her chair to get on with the filing she'd been about to do.