July 8th, 2010 (10:52 pm)
current location: Auror's department, MoM
current mood: curious
It is lunchtime and, though I hadn’t spoken to Colin about it before leaving for work, I thought it would be nice to have lunch together. I understand that the aurors department isn’t exactly a happy place, given what he sees when he’s needed. It’s helpful and fighting evil and malintent in its own way, but it’s still hard to see those things. He does have his darkroom, though, and I’m very happy about that. His darkroom was his friend at Hogwarts, and I’m sure he appreciates it at work, too.
I decided after I got to work that I would drop by to see him, and went back home to make myself a little pretty for him, just because. I’m not working in my laboratory today, so I can wear the charm bracelet that he gave me and the necklace that Ginny gave me, and something that doesn’t cover quite as much as my working clothes normally do. It’s nice, since it’s becoming a quite warm, so the lower top is more cooling. And of course I wear one of my ties. One of the special ones, the one Colin gave me at school.
I Apparate to the Ministry and feel a little shudder when I land. I really don’t like the place, especially as I need to hand them my wand when I’m in here. It isn’t as if I can’t defend myself without it, but a wand is so personal, and other people are handling it. I frown and take my wand out of my pocket, trying not to sigh, as I walk up to the reception area.
The witch in the reception area doesn't look at all pleased to be working there. Maybe she doesn't like handling people's wands either, or she likes the Ministry as much as I. When the two people on queue in front of me are finished, I step up to the counter.
"Wand," she says dully, holding out her hand palm up.
I hand her my wand, sad that I must. If I were here for my examination for the memory harvesting license, I wouldn’t need to hand it over, but as I’m a guest to see Colin in the auror department, I know that I need to.
"Wot's your business?" the witch asks, still dully. The poor witch must talk so much, she says less and less every time.
“My business is inventing,” I tell her.
The witch narrows her eyes and purses her lips at that, and looks even less pleased than she did before. "State your Ministry business for today, Miss, or I'll have to call the super."
I frown. “Do you mean why I’m here? It isn’t for business and you’re being very rude to me, when I’ve given up my wand to you. You may be having a terrible day and you may not like your job, but that isn’t any excuse for you to try to spread it to others.”
The witch lays my wand in an odd sort of balance scales like the ones we used to use in Potions class at Hogwarts. "Now look here, your business is why you're here, Miss, er-" She looks at something on the scales. "-Er, Mrs. Creevey, and my job satisfaction is no concern of yours. Now, I cannot finish weighing and checking in your wand until I know the reason you've come."
“My business is not why I am here,” I tell her evenly. “I am here for lunch with Colin, and that has nothing to do with inventing.”
The witch looks quite impatient, even though I’m being quite clear and she’s the one speaking mistakenly. She rolls her eyes at a young wizard working next to her, and he smirks back at her.
"Alright, Mrs. Creevey, perhaps we're finally getting somewhere," she says. "You're here for lunch? With someone who works here?"
“My husband,” I answer. “He works in the auror department, Colin Creevey.” I look between them. “And if you are going to smirk, at least have a reason. The only reason you have is your poor choice of words.”
The reception witch just blinks at me but her face doesn't change, any more than it has the entire time I've been talking to her. The younger wizard goes back to his own work. But the witch does release a very deep sigh. "Colin, Creevey, Auror Department. Thank you, Mrs. Creevey. We will have your wand here for pick up as you depart, but you may be on your way.”
“Thank you,” I return politely. “May you go with truth and love.”
"I'll be sure to do that," the witch says.
I smile at her and turn for the lift. I don’t like to make people feel bad, but it seemed rather unfair of her to become upset because I was answering her question as it was asked. And especially when she thinks that I’m being stupid. Oh, that, and I suppose it is a little because I dislike the Ministry so much, and feel so edgy when I’m in here.
I enter the lift and press the floor. A covey of memos hovers by my head and I look at them. They are all so simple. Our receptionist is a bit more creative with her memos, making them into paper cranes, or butterflies, or sometimes even an eagle. But these are little paper aeroplanes.
They rustle out on every floor, and are replaced by more, but finally it’s my turn to rustle out, and I do.