Ministry of Magic
Chapter One – The Ministry of Magic
The Ministry of Magic was crowded. And was underground. Why do people build anything in these places?There is lack of space, sunlight and of course the air. Fresh air.
God, how I hate such places. Just before my nose flew a paper plane and the other almost got entangled in my spiky hair.
"Fuck" I cursed under my breath. Some witch turned and gave me a stern look, longer stopping at my multiple earrings and shaved left side of the head.
But I didn't pay attention to her continuing my tirade.
"Damn ministry and their damn rules. Soon they will do an inventory of all gays and lesbians in the magic world and then again I will have to stand in queues in that the bloody underground prison "
You can only imagine how pissing off was the documents that just gave me that creepy thick clerk. She was wearing a PINK suit from which my eyes still hurt, and the smell of her perfume remained not only in my nose but also on the .
Even the big red stamp in the middle of the document with the words: DANGER was not as annoying as the smile on her face, quietly promising me that WE WILL MEET AGAIN. That woman have some serious issues
With a deep growl on lips I got in the elevator, which just pulled up and not so gently hit the ground button. Okey. You got me. I punched it.
"You could be gentler? I do not wish to get stuck in an elevator today "Somone with melodious voice spoke up.
Not sparing a second glance passenger, apparently the girl, I threw wildly over the shoulder.
"Like I care what you want, lady"
I spend too much time underground for my. And this elevator. I started to sweat and my heart was beating like a hammer. I felt like a caged animal.
"Sorry, I wanted to loosen up the atmosphere. You seemed nervous. "
"So treat it like a a lesson for the future: do not to stick your nose in somebody's else buissnes"
saying that I finally came face to face with the girl. With quite an attractive girl, if a have to speak the truth. Long brown hair was falling over her shoulders in the form of natural curls. Clear skin with a few freckles on her nose here and there. The slim, slightly upturned nose. And her eyes. Lovely big brown eyes. Not like mine. Instinctively I corrected my sunglasses afraid to let them slipped too far from the nose.
Brown-haired boldly lifted her chin and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of the opening elevator's door, so just wildly snorted and walked out of the elevator furiously flinging her hair. I sighed deeply and rubbed face with hand. I was tired. The events of recent days, the trip to islands and now the bloody underground MInistry with ugly toad behind a desk.
Fortunately from, the bed at the Leaky Cauldron shared me just jump in the fireplace. Following in its direction corner of my eye once more I saw the girl from the elevator, talking to the two boys. She gave me a last furious glare and disappeared into the crowd followed her colleagues. Maybe I should not react so sharply, but at this point I couldn't care less. I jumped into the fireplace, and a moment later I was standing in the stuffy Leaky Cauldron.
Oblivious to anything headed straight upstairs to my room on the way only casually bowing to the maid. Everything I dreamed about at that moment was to find myself in a bed.
My last thought before I fell asleep was about the first day of my new life.