Breeding is Serious Business Who: Millicent and anyone happening by Where: Her office at the Ministry of Magic When: Thursday, May 1 Rating: Open, probably PG-13
As Kingsley had promised, the Ministry's elves had nicely arranged a workspace for her. The room was situated off a long hallway running from a bank of lifts. It was a convenient location, but it came with a downside; every wizard who was lost on this floor seemed to wander into her office to ask directions. True, she could work with her door shut, but that reduced the natural light the plants in her experimental Aquadditch tank required. And, it prevented people from seeing her. Millicent took great pride in her office and wanted everyone to know she was there.
"You're not even on the proper floor," she told a wizard missing an arm and most of an ear. She kept her tone even, having decided not to be annoyed with the interruptions, but use them as promotional opportunities. "Disability pensions are two floors up." Before he could leave, she handed him a business card. "Bulstrode Breeding, Hogsmeade. Tell your friends."
After the wizard left, Millicent stooped down and addressed the elf that was hiding under her desk. "He's gone, come out." The female elf, dressed in a tunic made of discarded burlap bean sacks from the Ministry cafeteria, obeyed. She hopped back up onto Millicent's desk.
"As I was saying, Miss, my Mother's eyes were green and her ears were far bigger than mine."
Millicent jotted down this information on the chart she'd drawn up to track the inheritance of elf traits. She had decided that learning more about house elves was a worthwhile endeavor until Kingsley gave her some other assignment. It was astounding how much one could learn from creatures who could converse.