Who Morag and Miles What Miles is finally admitting to England that he's landed When July 12th Where The Ministry Rating/Status Moderate (for Language)/Incomplete
Miles wasn't worried. He knew what he was doing, and he knew that if he said the wrong thing to the wrong person it could go badly for him. He also know that he'd have to watch his language because unlike with journals, he couldn't erase words once he's spoken them. He wasn't worried, however, because he knew that worrying about something he wouldn't be able to change was about as productive as trying to solve differential equations by wearing red trainers instead of black. He didn't need the stress, and he didn't want the grey hair it would bring.
He cleaned himself up as well as he was able, and did as he was instructed, heading down to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and looking for that messy blonde. There was something reassuring about the fact she might not be wearing shoes. Some people might have considered such a thing unprofessional, but Bletchley thought it was--well, real. Something about the fact that individuality wasn't lost in the Ministry surprised him, not that he'd ever say as much to anyone.
The man didn't take off his sunglasses once he got inside. The lenses were so dark that he had to look over them to read the instructions on signs and lifts, but he found his way up to where he was meant to go. He found the right floor, and eyed (still over his lenses) everything with some interest.