The scrawny mage returns amongst a gaggle of other mages, all talking and asking questions. He holds a a cup of cold looking coffee, and looks knackered.
He sits at his desk quietly, then reads the note.
Casting a message spell idly, the note disappears.
He attempts to peer at the other notes on his desk, and pulls out his glasses.
The scrap of paper in his hand does not appear to have any writing on it? He looks tired and confused.