Who Nikola Troy & Rolf Scamander What Exploration! When Tuesday morning, before work Where Somewhere, lost in the Ministry of Magic (For a Naturalist, he has exactly no sense of direction) Status Closed/Incomplete Rating Low
“We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.”
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Rolf was not all that interested in the British division of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. He didn't give a damn what the British did, at least not since they published in book in such a way that seemed to back everything they believed about werewolves and exactly none of his findings. The fact that there was an executioner now as head of the department didn't phase him all that much. As far as he was concerned that seemed to be about as in line with everything else they could have done as just about anything. He was not impressed.
What did impress him, though, was the sheer size of the Ministry. There was so much to explore now that he could wander about the place freely. He was mostly left alone, as well. Apparently the more he looked like he belonged there the less people questioned it. It was easier to blend in here, obviously, than it had been at Hogwarts and Scamander really appreciated that.
However, he didn't appreciate how quickly and easily he became lost, ending up in places that he had no place being with people who looked at him like he was in the wrong place--a place he would certainly leave if he knew the way, but he hadn't exactly left a trail of bread crumbs back to the main entrance, let alone the office where he worked.
His decision, as it always was whenever he was lost, was to just soldier on and hope for the best.