justin has too many names. (underachiever) wrote in thedepository, @ 2010-01-23 12:38:00 |
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Greg hated the Ministry. It was a given fact, something ingrained in him so deeply he didn't even really think about it. Every time he was called to appear or forced to stop by, there was an unsettling in his stomach and the traces of a scowl clear on his face. The whole ordeal made him uncomfortable even if he just had to come in to pay a fine. It wasn't even a particularly good fine, just some nonsense government thing that was a week over due and he didn't really want to get a second notice.
He had dozens of other things he would rather be doing. Like figuring out the latest repair on his workbench or even that Romilda was making him dinner tomorrow night and he kind of hated her for New Years. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had business at the Ministry. Greg had flooed in just a moment ago before someone was behind him, pushing him out of the way. The sudden jolt from behind forced him to stumble, his wand clattering to the ground.
Grumbling he moved to get it before, some passerby kicked it further away. Now, his hands were in tight fists at his side. He was ready to start swinging, but knew that doing so in the lobby of the Ministry was a sure way to land himself into a pile of trouble.