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Post by Administrator on Jun 25, 2009 21:46:36 GMT -5
A vast hall with fireplaces (for floo travel) along each side. Take a look at The Fountain of Magical Brethren or simply head straight for the lifts.
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Post by Emmeline Vance on Jul 31, 2011 19:59:56 GMT -5
A burst of green flames from a fireplace marked Emmeline’s arrival to the Ministry. Brushing a bit of ash off her emerald cloak, Emmeline swiftly set off toward the lifts. Last night, she had received an owl requesting her presence at a meeting with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Emmeline had no doubt that the meeting was called to discuss the recent searches the Ministry was conducting. She wasn't thrilled about having to attend – she anticipated it would primarily consist of arguing.
Despite her outlook on the meeting, Emmeline arrived at the Ministry fifteen minutes early - she was never late. Briefcase in one hand and a cup of tea in the other, Emmeline weaved her way through the crowds of people, declining multiple offers to buy a pro-Ministry pin.
She sipped her drink and tried hard to remember when she'd used caffeinated tea or not. She hoped she had. Between work at the Ministry and work with the Order, Emmeline hadn’t had an opportunity to rest in over a week. Though she wouldn't have minded falling asleep during the meeting, something about doing so just didn't feel professional.
As she neared the lifts, another worker held out her hand in front of the gate of the lift, stalling it for Emmeline. Quickening her pace, the blonde was several feet from the lift when someone carrying a large stack of papers bumped into her. The papers went flying in every direction; Emmeline's drink only went in one direction: onto her robes.
Thanking Merlin that her tea was closer to a “luke warm” than a “piping hot,” she suppressed a groan and shoved her hand into her robes, searching for her wand. She kept it handy at all times, so it wasn't hard to find. She pulled it from her robes and, pointing it at herslf, muttered, “Scorgify!” Tucking her wand away, she knelt down to help her coworker to gather up the fallen papers.
“I’m sorry about that,” she said. “Did you have these in any particular order?”
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