Who: Morag MacDougal and Susan Bones Where: The Ministry of Magic What: Susan reporting what happened at the protest When: Tuesday morning Rating: Low?
Susan knew that there was no getting out of this one, she had to go to the Ministry authorities. If that picture of her at the rally got out without before she could properly clear her name, she knew she would be questioned and scrutinized within an inch of her life. Who knew what else they would do to her? After all, they sent Michael to Azkaban after a little tiff. And though she had done nothing wrong, chills still swept through her when she entered the Ministry. She had been here a week or so prior, but she felt more comfortable here that day. Now it was just foreign and cold. Taking a deep breath she walked into the lift that would take her to the floor she needed. Oddly enough it wasn't too incredibly busy yet and she managed to get some time to herself.
She spent her few moments fixing her long hair and straightening out her sun dress. She wore no heels, deciding the more innocent and less intimidating she looked the easier this would be. And how could a short little redhead in a dress scream threat? Finally, the doors slid open in front of her and she walked into what she guessed was the Auror part of the Ministry. She had no idea where to go, and neglected to ask Dennis the night before. Sighing, she walked over to the first person at a desk and cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure who to ask. I need to speak with Morag MacDougal," she said, giving the man an award winning smile. It had been quite a while since she had seen the other girl, though she knew her in school since they were in the same year. Susan wasn't exactly sure why it seemed like a good idea to speak with her but she was Roger's friend, thing, whatever... and she trusted Roger. She hoped the same could extend to Morag as well.