Being kidnapped, dating the Minister of Magic, disappearing, and then finally coming back must have been a great ordeal for Moira, but it Mungo's had had it's own slew of problems and Randall just had to either keep up with the recent changes or start over again.

Delilah never gave into to having a formal office at Mungo's, but this one was left untouched for her own uses. The room was large and empty and stocked with folders, mails, notices, anything she felt like keeping in the office that was pertinent to her duties at Mungo's. She sat at a simple but high-backed chair, with her dreadlocks woven back as usual and braided down her back. Her green robes hung loosely off the chair as she sat for Moira Randall to enter the office.

Once the witch finally entered the office Delilah gestured her slim hand to the chair sitting opposite to her, "Randall, please," she sad with a cordial lilt of her accent.

"I hope you've been well, and are doing better," she continued with genuine concern, "We have had many issues while you've been gone, I'm sure you're aware." Delilah's town began to twist with a much more sour disapproval as she gave the former Mediwitch the bad news, "and as it stands I'm not comfortable putting you back on the first floor."

Delilah placed a hand on her knee and leaned back in her chair, "Do you understand?"