Who: Katie Bell and Adrian Pucey When: Monday, 6 August, 4pm Where: The Ministry Waiting Room What: It’s the time of the month for both of them but neither expected an audience. Status: In-progress Rating: TBA
The waiting room - as all good waiting rooms were - was a pale shade of green that hovered nicely between puce and three week old vomit. The sofas were lumpy and in a shade that only a desperate sales person would have been able to call forest green and it bumped up against the tables and stands in the room that were littered with posters and pamphlets on how to become a good citizen - an upstanding credit to the wizarding world. Katie scoffed slightly as she saw one unknown model witch flick her hair and smile winningly at the camera. Apparently becoming a model citzen meant a fluke of blood and an absence of brain cells - any children she had would be damned from conception due to the brand seared into her skin courtesy of the self-same ministry where she now whittled away an afternoon.
There were no windows in the waiting room, no sharp objects or anything that could be used as a weapon by the undesireables. Katie didn’t know if it was deliberate or just a stroke of luck but the feel of the room and the stale air that filled it cloyed at her lung and made her painfully aware that there was no escape unless the Ministry deigned it. Her appointment with the Ministry stooge was fast approaching and she wasn’t looking forward to discussing her private life with some man who had a stick rammed so far up his arse he was tasting wood. There would be the ritual humiliation of handing over her wand having it ‘ooh’d’ and ‘aahed’ and it was only the knowledge of that that stopped her from blasting a hole in the face of the pretty ‘model’ witch. It was a pretty fantasy though, the flash and sing of her wand as she hexed the picture.
Plonking her feet onto the table, Katie settled for that little rebellion as she shifted uncomfortably against the cushions to try and get comfortable. It could be a long wait, officials weren’t too keen to drag ST’s in unless they thought they could pin something on them. Closing her eyes, Katie wondered if she could catch a few minutes of sleep when she heard the door swing open and footsteps enter the room. Creaking open one eyes, she looked at who had entered the room and shook her head. “This waiting rooms full. Try another one and dont let the door hit you on your arse as you leave.”