RP: Trade Wars Location: Ministry of Magic Date: 12 September 2004
Hermione clenched her fists. She would not punch the odious troll. "For the fourth time, there is no need for export form EX-whatever-the-number. This is covered under International patent. And, as you can plainly see, I have provided the proper forms IE-1492, IC-51-78, and the appropriate approval forms from the Chinese Magical Kingdom." Hermione slapped each form down on the counter in a row as she named it.
"We cannot process a Portkey for a charmed object without the proper documentation," the Ministry flunky repeated. "You must provide--"
Taking a deep breath first, she tried again. "Do you, or do you not, possess copies of the International Custom Statutes and the British Ministry Intellectual and Physical Property Export Manual?" At the blank look, Hermione narrowed her eyes. "For heaven's sake! You want to argue that I haven't done this right, when you don't even have copies of the directions for doing your job?"
"Miss--"
"Madam. Or Charms Master, if you prefer," she insisted when the idiot addressed her in a condescending tone. He had no business trying to talk down to her when he didn't even know his own job.
"You'll have to return in an hour. We are closing for lunch." Before Hermione could launch into him, he'd slammed the window closed in her face.
Storming out of Customs Office, Hermione stomped her way to the lift. This wasn't the end of this.