Post by Sharade sâ Diablo on Jun 13, 2004 5:13:23 GMT
ooc: isn't Mer the Minister of Magic? or should I say Ministeress of Magic? so why does it say 'The Minister is always available to see you.'?
bic:
Sharade walked through the gates of the Ministry of Magic, annoyed at what she had to do.
I don't want to be registered, she sneered. Angrily, though not showing it, she walked through the doors to find the information desk. Slipping through the lines, Sharade made her way to the front before anyone could stop her. Ignoring all the outcries and protests, she asked very clearly.
"Where would the Animagus registration desk be?" The boy behind the desk merely goggled at her.
"Would you like me to repeat the question." He shook his head dumbly.
"So..." She left her sentence hanging, annoyed at the fools she was forced to work with.
"I-i-its-s b-b-eh--in-d th-the fif-f-th d-d-oor-r... d-d-dow-wn the le-ef-ft c-c-" Sharade rolled her eyes at the boy's stupidity.
"That question could have been answered in ten seconds. Yet you choose to take an entire hour." Her voice, usually expressionless, was now bathed in ice. She jerked her head arrogantly, and set her mouth firmly into a sneer.
"I also have a complaint. Tell the Ministry that they need better staff behind the window. I hope you understood, because I will not repeat myself." Her voice, naturally low, lowered itself to a silken hiss.
"Tu comprends? Good." Sharade turned on her heel, hair swirling. She walked down the hall, her posture set in a statement of superiority, her clothes, although nothing fancy, suggesting money, power, and old family linage. She had worn a black silk dress that flared out at her waist, cutting off at her knees. The top part drooped down on her back and front and connected over her shoulders. The front was held together by filigree gold chains, while around her neck was a diamond encrusted crucifix upon a long, platinum chain. It reached her belly button, and was visible through the droop.
She walked dwon the passage way, her stilletto's making no sound on the ground, with aid of a silencing spell. Ribbon from the stilletto wound around her legs, somewhat like a ballet dancer's en pointe shoes would. She continued on, turning sharply to glide through the left corridor, and stopping at the fifth door.
The door fit the why she was going to see the occupants inside. It was inalaid with gold leaf, and around the edges had pictures of a man turning into a boar and back. The middle of the door, however, had a forest carved into it, and people and animals were walking, fighting or doing other things in it. She put her hand on the big brass knocker that was in shape of a half human, half beast hand/paw. She knocked once, twice, thrice, before opening it. Stepping into the office, she tinkled the small crystal bell lying on the counter.
Having done that, she chose to sit, not in the comfortable looking couches, for many people would have chosen to sit there, visible by the worn look they had acquired. Instead, Sharade chose to sit on a hard back chair.
She waited. If no one came within an hour she would go, and be done.
Maybe, if she remembered, she'll come back next year...
bic:
Sharade walked through the gates of the Ministry of Magic, annoyed at what she had to do.
I don't want to be registered, she sneered. Angrily, though not showing it, she walked through the doors to find the information desk. Slipping through the lines, Sharade made her way to the front before anyone could stop her. Ignoring all the outcries and protests, she asked very clearly.
"Where would the Animagus registration desk be?" The boy behind the desk merely goggled at her.
"Would you like me to repeat the question." He shook his head dumbly.
"So..." She left her sentence hanging, annoyed at the fools she was forced to work with.
"I-i-its-s b-b-eh--in-d th-the fif-f-th d-d-oor-r... d-d-dow-wn the le-ef-ft c-c-" Sharade rolled her eyes at the boy's stupidity.
"That question could have been answered in ten seconds. Yet you choose to take an entire hour." Her voice, usually expressionless, was now bathed in ice. She jerked her head arrogantly, and set her mouth firmly into a sneer.
"I also have a complaint. Tell the Ministry that they need better staff behind the window. I hope you understood, because I will not repeat myself." Her voice, naturally low, lowered itself to a silken hiss.
"Tu comprends? Good." Sharade turned on her heel, hair swirling. She walked down the hall, her posture set in a statement of superiority, her clothes, although nothing fancy, suggesting money, power, and old family linage. She had worn a black silk dress that flared out at her waist, cutting off at her knees. The top part drooped down on her back and front and connected over her shoulders. The front was held together by filigree gold chains, while around her neck was a diamond encrusted crucifix upon a long, platinum chain. It reached her belly button, and was visible through the droop.
She walked dwon the passage way, her stilletto's making no sound on the ground, with aid of a silencing spell. Ribbon from the stilletto wound around her legs, somewhat like a ballet dancer's en pointe shoes would. She continued on, turning sharply to glide through the left corridor, and stopping at the fifth door.
The door fit the why she was going to see the occupants inside. It was inalaid with gold leaf, and around the edges had pictures of a man turning into a boar and back. The middle of the door, however, had a forest carved into it, and people and animals were walking, fighting or doing other things in it. She put her hand on the big brass knocker that was in shape of a half human, half beast hand/paw. She knocked once, twice, thrice, before opening it. Stepping into the office, she tinkled the small crystal bell lying on the counter.
Having done that, she chose to sit, not in the comfortable looking couches, for many people would have chosen to sit there, visible by the worn look they had acquired. Instead, Sharade chose to sit on a hard back chair.
She waited. If no one came within an hour she would go, and be done.
Maybe, if she remembered, she'll come back next year...