InsaneJournal

The Ministry wasn't sure what to make of Bill Weasley. His condition was relatively unheard of and no particular legislature indicated how best to deal with it. He certainly wasn't the high-level risk a full werewolf posed, but he technically had some werewolf blood and it was unknown if he was capable of transmitting the curse to others. What the Ministry had proposed was a bi-annual check-in with the Werewolf Registry for blood work, a physical, and a psychological assessment. It wasn't a particularly enjoyable appointment to have twice a year, but Bill did as he was asked to ensure he could keep his job and keep his name off of the undesirables list.

The first appointment of the year was today and Bill was in a foul mood. After his fight with Fleur earlier in the week, he was tired and frustrated. The prospect of being poked and prodded at by a cold and unkind official was not sitting well with Bill today. With a paper cup of coffee in hand, he entered the Ministry through the Visitor Entrance and made his way to the elevators that led to the Beasts and Beings Divisions.

The Registry office was a dark and ill-furnished room with a single desk and four ratty chairs. There were voices behind a closed office door but the waiting room was empty. Bill took a seat, stretching out his long legs and leaning back, sipping at his coffee. A glance at his watch read 3pm. He was right on time. Now only if these blasted Registry officials would get a move on, he could be done with this whole mess and back to the office.