Post by ASTRID DARBY MOREAU on Dec 7, 2013 21:41:30 GMT -8
The ministry of magic. A bustling place, full of activity, people going where they need to get to. Busy busy busy. Regulations, rules, and of course, mountains of paperwork. Unfortunately, Astrid had a job in the ministry that required copious amounts of the stuff. Animagus registration, not the most entertaining of positions, and certainly not the easiest. Some Animagi had a particular disliking for their other forms to be known to the ministry, which she could understand she supposed, but it made her job rather tedious.
Get sent to register an unregistered.
Speak to said unregistered,
Have door slammed in face, or something's less polite.
(Or in the odd case they were cooperative, things went rather quickly)
Keep trying until unregistered registers, or flees.
Report back.
Do paperwork.
It wasn't all bad of course, she did have the pleasure of speaking with those who were already registered, keeping tabs on their actions,making sure they weren't abusing their ability, and sometimes even some small talk. Both fortunately and unfortunately, she had both to do this week. She was to away to Hogwarts, speak to the registered students. And find those who weren't. There had been more than a few tips on a group of boys who were..shifting without the proper things in place. Teenage boys. It was going to be a long week.
Astrid walked through the ministry, prepared to get the final forms she would need to bring on her exhibition. Forms..it always came down to forms and stamps and paperwork. Bloody paperwork. A look of purpose, but a mind full of wanderlust, she wasn't particularly paying attention to where she was going. She knew the building enough from her last few years that she could navigate most of it in a daydream. Though generally she was more attentive and aware of passerby near her, today she wasn't quite as sharp about it and walked right into someone.
"Merlin's beard! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there! I must've left for a moment..." She held onto her hat as it nearly fell off from the sudden contact. She smiled apologetically and looked the person over. He was rather tall, though not unseemly so, and a bit out of the crowd. While most were dressed in general business type wear, save for her and her vintage oddities, he was clad in a band shirt, incredibly tight leather pants, a scarf, and...loafers? Well, she certainly admired his daring style.
He certainly didn't look the ministry type, but she had seen him before in passing in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, where she also worked. She couldn't place his name, which led her to the conclusion she must've never heard it, so he couldn't have been in her particular branch of the department. She soon realized that she had been essentially gawking at the poor fellow as she made the connections, and muddled about in her head.
"Terribly sorry, I'm Astrid Moreau, ah, Animagus Registrations. " she smiled at him. She didn't offer her hand, not in any action of impoliteness, but simply because more often than not, some people just didn't like shaking hands. So instead she had dug into the habit of sort of clicking her heels together and bowing slightly. It was polite, and got the idea of greeting across, to her anyway.