Post by Maria on Dec 16, 2005 0:29:27 GMT
{Anyone is welcome to join me here}
The dying light from the outside world looked terribly inviting from the fourth floor enchanted window where a slightly dusty woman stood. The window she stood in front of had a spell cast upon it so that, even though she was four floors down, she could still see outside. She seemed to be analysing something in her dark hands, but once the sunset had captured her attention, it wasn't going to let it go, which made it continuously hard to concentrate on the task she had decided to take upon herself. The office was a base shade of brown, with sheets of thin material with persian designs draping from the roof. Cages littered the room with all sorts of creatures inside, some sleeping, some playing, some snubbing, some snarling at the paintings of previous Heads.
A gentle whooping sound came from the woman's desk, where a black and green Augurey was perched on a winding set of vines in the shape of a stand. It glanced at the paper, and begun reading. The African government had sent her an owl asking to import two Re'em with the details of both gene pools and the reasons for sending two such rare beasts to England.
"Amparo! No! You can't go!" Maria, though considerably younger at around the age of seventeen, cried as she grasped a man's departing hands, tugging hard in a futile attempt to keep the man from walking out the door.
"I have to, Maria. You know I do." He spoke gently almost in a whisper, wiping the tears that streamed down the girl's brown face as she pushed aside her light brown hair.
"But you can't! You can't go! They'll be fine without you! They've handled dragons before!" pleaded the girl who was holding onto the man so tight that her knuckles were beginning to fade into a creamy white.
"And so have I. Maria, I'm going. Remember I love you," but the first part was a blur to her ears as he relaxed his hands, moving out the door and into the sunset.
After he left, the girl collapsed into her mother's arms who had glided over to her for comfort. She also knew that it wasn't right for Amparo to go, but put up less of a fight when he had arrived home to distribute the news.
And whilst the woman in the window had been reliving the memory, the paper in her hands had punctures from her nails, but she didn't stress enough to cause a few cuts in the skin. No, it was just the letter that received the punishment of her distress and sadness. Her brother had been a Ministry Official too, though didn't had the chance to climb as high up in the ranks as she had. Seekers-and-destroyers was what they were called within the cluster of sixteen witches and wizards, but that fateful day that they had been sent off to Cornwall to remove the dragons that had begun eating and killing the population, one hadn't returned.
So many times the woman had cried over the years. If only he had listened to her. Then he would have the job she currently held the status of. By the time Maria became aware of what had happened to the letter, the sun had fully set, leaving a blaze of fiery light to fade in the sky. The sudden realisation that it was just another memory caused her to gasp with wide dark eyes, dropping the mug that was hooked on one of her fingers. It shattered after striking the carpeted floor, which resulted in Maria swearing. A wave of her wand, and the mug was mended, and another was cast which was a spell to clean up the rug from the coffee that had spilt.
She pocketed the wand of oak and unicorn tail hair in her golden robe after pointing it at the paper on the floor (which shot to her hand) and glanced at her opened hands, palms facing her. Four deep nail marks were embedded in her skin, which of course stung when she moved. A tentative knock sounded at the partially closed door, where a witch glanced around to see Maria. "Yes, Betty?" she asked, just before regaining her composure by straightening up.
"The African Minister for Magic has prepared the steel boxes ready for transport at your call." The old, disgruntled grey-haired lady said over her glasses with a quill in her hand.
"Yes, thank you. I'll send my answer momentarily," Was what the Head of Department had answered, nodding in the process.
"Miss D'argo, are you alright?" the older woman asked with a raised, almost bald brow, twitching her hand that held the quill.
"Oh, yes I'm fine, thankyou." The secretary turned and bustled out the door, leaving it open for the other Ministry workers to peep in. In a slow movement, the Head strode over to push the door closed, not paying attention to the fact that it indeed didn't shut entirely. She knew perfectly well that Betty watched her every move, and disapproved of Maria in comparison to the previous wizard who had filled the job. Her sweeping robes flowed softly behind as she walked to her large desk, which had been made to fit a rather large man, and seated herself behind it, shuffling the gene papers of the Re'em.
"What to do, what to do," she mumbled, fiddling with her phoenix feather quill and blank parchment. After five minutes of deliberation, the woman wrote one line of a reply, and then the parchment magically started to write the reply itself, black ink appearing on it to form letters. "That should make them happy," she nodded in approval whilst placing it in a box at the end of her desk where it would be immediately sent to the secretary. "What a day" was her sighed words when she reached over and stroked the vulture-like bird, who made a clicking sound in happiness with its hooked beak.
{Oh? Have I scared everyone off?}
The dying light from the outside world looked terribly inviting from the fourth floor enchanted window where a slightly dusty woman stood. The window she stood in front of had a spell cast upon it so that, even though she was four floors down, she could still see outside. She seemed to be analysing something in her dark hands, but once the sunset had captured her attention, it wasn't going to let it go, which made it continuously hard to concentrate on the task she had decided to take upon herself. The office was a base shade of brown, with sheets of thin material with persian designs draping from the roof. Cages littered the room with all sorts of creatures inside, some sleeping, some playing, some snubbing, some snarling at the paintings of previous Heads.
A gentle whooping sound came from the woman's desk, where a black and green Augurey was perched on a winding set of vines in the shape of a stand. It glanced at the paper, and begun reading. The African government had sent her an owl asking to import two Re'em with the details of both gene pools and the reasons for sending two such rare beasts to England.
"Amparo! No! You can't go!" Maria, though considerably younger at around the age of seventeen, cried as she grasped a man's departing hands, tugging hard in a futile attempt to keep the man from walking out the door.
"I have to, Maria. You know I do." He spoke gently almost in a whisper, wiping the tears that streamed down the girl's brown face as she pushed aside her light brown hair.
"But you can't! You can't go! They'll be fine without you! They've handled dragons before!" pleaded the girl who was holding onto the man so tight that her knuckles were beginning to fade into a creamy white.
"And so have I. Maria, I'm going. Remember I love you," but the first part was a blur to her ears as he relaxed his hands, moving out the door and into the sunset.
After he left, the girl collapsed into her mother's arms who had glided over to her for comfort. She also knew that it wasn't right for Amparo to go, but put up less of a fight when he had arrived home to distribute the news.
And whilst the woman in the window had been reliving the memory, the paper in her hands had punctures from her nails, but she didn't stress enough to cause a few cuts in the skin. No, it was just the letter that received the punishment of her distress and sadness. Her brother had been a Ministry Official too, though didn't had the chance to climb as high up in the ranks as she had. Seekers-and-destroyers was what they were called within the cluster of sixteen witches and wizards, but that fateful day that they had been sent off to Cornwall to remove the dragons that had begun eating and killing the population, one hadn't returned.
So many times the woman had cried over the years. If only he had listened to her. Then he would have the job she currently held the status of. By the time Maria became aware of what had happened to the letter, the sun had fully set, leaving a blaze of fiery light to fade in the sky. The sudden realisation that it was just another memory caused her to gasp with wide dark eyes, dropping the mug that was hooked on one of her fingers. It shattered after striking the carpeted floor, which resulted in Maria swearing. A wave of her wand, and the mug was mended, and another was cast which was a spell to clean up the rug from the coffee that had spilt.
She pocketed the wand of oak and unicorn tail hair in her golden robe after pointing it at the paper on the floor (which shot to her hand) and glanced at her opened hands, palms facing her. Four deep nail marks were embedded in her skin, which of course stung when she moved. A tentative knock sounded at the partially closed door, where a witch glanced around to see Maria. "Yes, Betty?" she asked, just before regaining her composure by straightening up.
"The African Minister for Magic has prepared the steel boxes ready for transport at your call." The old, disgruntled grey-haired lady said over her glasses with a quill in her hand.
"Yes, thank you. I'll send my answer momentarily," Was what the Head of Department had answered, nodding in the process.
"Miss D'argo, are you alright?" the older woman asked with a raised, almost bald brow, twitching her hand that held the quill.
"Oh, yes I'm fine, thankyou." The secretary turned and bustled out the door, leaving it open for the other Ministry workers to peep in. In a slow movement, the Head strode over to push the door closed, not paying attention to the fact that it indeed didn't shut entirely. She knew perfectly well that Betty watched her every move, and disapproved of Maria in comparison to the previous wizard who had filled the job. Her sweeping robes flowed softly behind as she walked to her large desk, which had been made to fit a rather large man, and seated herself behind it, shuffling the gene papers of the Re'em.
"What to do, what to do," she mumbled, fiddling with her phoenix feather quill and blank parchment. After five minutes of deliberation, the woman wrote one line of a reply, and then the parchment magically started to write the reply itself, black ink appearing on it to form letters. "That should make them happy," she nodded in approval whilst placing it in a box at the end of her desk where it would be immediately sent to the secretary. "What a day" was her sighed words when she reached over and stroked the vulture-like bird, who made a clicking sound in happiness with its hooked beak.
{Oh? Have I scared everyone off?}
