WHO: Draco and OTA WHAT: A Revelation and an Open Thread WHERE: In the halls of the Ministry of Magic WHEN: Friday afternoon
Draco pressed the button to call the elevator. He shoved his hands into his pockets and waited as the bell rang for each floor. Dressed in a gray, well-tailored suit with a light blue tie, Draco felt out of place. It wasn't his clothing. He wasn't overdressed. Something about his environment had clearly changed.
He turned around and looked at the busy corridors. It was the airplanes. The paper airplanes were gone, or rather there were far fewer of them. The journals had replaced the need for a wave of white paper birds to be constantly soaring around the Ministry of Magic, getting stuck to shoes and poking people in the eyes.