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Post by Administrator on Jul 23, 2008 11:27:34 GMT -5
Where you can find information about the British and Irish Quiddith leagues.
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Post by Bethany Rockwell on Jan 7, 2011 14:48:16 GMT -5
Bethany Rockwell weaved in between her co-workers crowding the corridor. The blonde carried a large stack of files. Her eyes peeked over the top of the many folders in her arms. The head of her department had sent her up to Quidditch League Headquarters to discuss several notes regarding recent alterations to broom regulations. Beth found it hard to believe that there were only a few things to discuss when she was told to go to the office with about ten very full folders.
Beth’s department re-checked the safety of Quidditch players’ brooms annually. Since Death Eater attacks had become more frequent, all Ministry departments had began to raise their security levels. Broom Regulatory Control had been playing with the idea of increasing the safety measures when it came to the yearly broom inspection and the notion had been officialized, thus Beth wandering the halls of the Department of Magical Games and Sports in search of the Quidditch Headquarters.
When she finally reached her destination, she stood outside the closed door for several minutes, trying to figure out how to knock on the door without dropping everything she was carrying. Eventually, she kicked the door several times. To her dismay, the voice behind it called, “Come in!” The blonde struggled for about ten minutes before the office head opened the door, clearly irritated that Beth hadn’t entered on command.
Nevertheless, Bethany remained pleasant and greeted her superior with a broad smile. “Oh, thank you! How considerate of you to get the door for me.” Before the office head had time to question whether Beth was being sarcastic of not, the small blonde scooted through the open door and plopped the stack of files onto the already covered desk. “I hope you don’t mind me putting these here,” she said cheerfully. “They’re terribly heavy. You can hold them if you don’t want them there!”
An hour into Beth’s monologue about the security measures, there was a knock at the door. She paused and asked, “Would you like me to get that?” But the office head was already up and opening the door. Beth leaned back in her seat, trying to get a look at who had knocked. She wasn’t able to see around the office head, but she knew it was someone who wasn’t usually found on the seventh floor, because the office head said to the newcomer, “What in the name of Merlin are you doing up here?”
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