Meduseld was dark
when Dr Huinesoron pushed the door open, dark and cold – but not empty. Though
the Riders of Rohan were gone – most of them to the Staff Section of OFUM – the
Golden Hall was playing host to the Course Coordinators of the OFUs of the multiverse.
Miss Kat of OFUWho
was fidgeting, as usual, though Dr Huinesoron doubted she’d ever occupied
herself making chains out of discarded pieces of bridle before. Mr Allen and
Miss Carol (IAHF and OFUH respectively) seemed moderately awestruck by the
tapestries (one of which MBSFA’s Mr Ben seemed to be trying to take home). Mr
Marty, also of MBSFA, was glaring at the fire and shivering sporadically. And all of them, Dr Huinesoron noted with a suppressed sigh, had gotten there before him.
The door creaked as
he closed it, and the Coordinators looked up (those that weren’t already paying
attention). “Thank you all for coming,” Dr Huinesoron said. “This meeting was
very short notice, and you all have things to do, so thank you for making the
time.”
