Who: Harry Potter and Lia Moon What: Verifying a prophecy Where: Lia's office, one of the balconies over looking the Hall of Prophecies When: 4:48 in the afternoon Rating: B for Bureaucratic
Lia charmed the envelope shut and walked over to where her ministry owl, a spotted female named Trixie, waited on her perch. Her office was dark, illuminated by candles encircling the perimeter of the room, but Lia knew every inch by heart now, and knew just where to step to avoid the cushions scattered around the room from that morning's divisional group meditation. The other three had larger offices, more posh and filled with pillows--but her office had the mini-fridge. Magical Diviners needed their snacks after a good long See, for sure.
"Don't come back until he's written a reply. Peck at his fingers--bite them off for all I care, just not the writing hand," she added, giving Trixie a grasshopper as a treat, and then holding the letter out for the owl to take. Lia let out a long yawn as she opened her office door to let Trixie fly out, bending her back into a U as she closed her eyes tightly. The hood of her voluminous cloak fell back, and Lia sighed, opening up her eyes and straightening to fix the hood around her mass of brown hair, when she saw a figure coming from the shadows. If it was her boss with another mass of paperwork...
But it wasn't. She checked her watch--an old Muggle man's watch--and then began to twist it around her wrist. "Hello, Harry," she said, seeing the Auror come into view. Correction: the incredibly cranky-to-be-here-as-evidenced-by-his-journal-reaction Auror. Great. Another person to crap all over her. Being a junior level employee just sucked. "Thanks for coming."