"Thank you," I said my goodbyes and walked back to the now dubbed Administrator Spire, which was previously named the main spire. It was around noon and I knew Mum would be waiting for me to have lunch. It’s been well over a month since I took over and I was growing tired of takeaway food. Unlike many who worked here, I didn’t have a kitchen to make food or have servants make it for me. The cafeteria and the kitchen in Avalon needed to be renovated tremendously, but I have been so focused on the structure of the government that the renovations were pushed back. It would be better to do that after I bring up the equality rights for Magical Creatures. I didn’t want the mages to try to use House Elves for cooking. As much as I enjoyed their cooking at Hogwarts, they as a species needed to forge a new future. One where I only guided, not force, them in the right direction. Because of that, humans would be the cooks for Avalon.