*Her briefcase, which is now bedazzled in brought forth* *begins to unlatch it*

Stop asking so many redundant questions. *As she opens up the briefcase a large white portal warps into existence.*

*SHOVE* *throws her suitcase in after* Good talk. *there’s a thundercrack outside* Hush. *hups! after the mare*

*The briefcase seems to both fold itself up while simultaneously going through its own portal* *classic CWF SOB*

*picks up the closed briefcase and sets it aside* Welcome to The Cloudsdale Weather Factory, Angel Scepter. I’ll be getting your hotel ready, and in the meantime, why don’t you get studying on your arguments for your case while also studying for your tests?

That sure is unfortunate. Perhaps you should’ve thought about that before meddling wh- *looks up from a stack of mail on her neck* You know you’re sinking, right?

Right, well, that’s not my problem. My problem is that sooner or later you’re going to have to explain to Sir Beaufort Scale why you were messing with the weather unauthorized. Toodles.

*Doesn’t /think/ she’s better.* *She knows.*

*knockknockknocks on Angel Scepter’s cloud door* Angel Scepter, it’s Hazelnut.

*allows herself in, closing the door behind her* ...What are you doing?

*Is... a little disgusted by Angel’s lack of proper cloud stance* *Any pegasi worth anything should be able to walk on clouds, she thinks, so why can this mare control weather but not stand on perfectly expensive cloud floors?*

Right, well, just be prepared to meet with the director soon. He’ll know what to do with... *snrk* you.

*hoofstamp* *as in her pretty red stamp is in the shape of a hoof*

*Watching the interns string up christmas decorations from the safety of her office window* *nose scrunch* Don’t they have work to do? We’re not paying them just for them to do that? Tch.

If I wanted to celebrate Hearthswarming INSIDE I would just order snowfall inside the building.

*thoughtful coffee slurp*

*has been giving a hard stare to her coffee* *hasn’t slept for four days* I can see how it smells.

*an intern scurries into her office, dumps a stack of papers on her desk, and promptly skitters out*

Hm..? What’s this? *Places her coffee to the side for a moment to rifle through the wobbling tower* Requests for PTO? For mostly Hearthswarming it looks like.

*Presses a hoof to her temple* Looks like I’m monitoring the weather myself this holiday season.