Post by Lindsey Sawyer on Apr 12, 2009 2:05:53 GMT -5
Lindesy Sawyer had been many things in her life. She had been a rebellious student; creeping around hallways out of hours, never handing in homework and, more often than she'd ever admit, flirting inappropriately with professors. After school she had gone a-travellin', seeking out new horizons and different sunsets, dancing her way across two continents. She had settled down a couple of years ago, started teaching at a magical primary school. Thus, Lindsey Sawyer had, in her short twenty-four years, been a great many things. She had not, however, had much practice at politics.
The witch walked through the Ministry of Magic with a slight frown on her forehead, intently reading every sign on every door that she passed, trying to work out exactly where she was meant to go. Lindsey had applied for a position as an Improper Use of Magic official, and while she had a general idea what that entailed, and everything else she was sure she would just learn on the job, she still had no idea about the specific details. For example, did she have an office? Or was the Improper Use of Magic area just a communal enclave, where each official had a cubicle and each cubicle had an official? It was complicated work, and she hadn't even started yet.
Dressed smartly for her first day of work in black robes, emblazoned with the Ministry crest, and a name badge on her chest, shining proudly, Lindsey sighed and sat down in one of the large, over-stuffed leather armchairs that were scattered around the hallway she had been wandering aimlessly up and down. Hopefully, she figured, somebody will pass and take pity on me, and ask where I'm meant to be. She was far too proud to ask for directions, you see. Better that someone else ask her where she was, rather than she ask someone else where she was.
Like stated, it's a complicated process.
The witch walked through the Ministry of Magic with a slight frown on her forehead, intently reading every sign on every door that she passed, trying to work out exactly where she was meant to go. Lindsey had applied for a position as an Improper Use of Magic official, and while she had a general idea what that entailed, and everything else she was sure she would just learn on the job, she still had no idea about the specific details. For example, did she have an office? Or was the Improper Use of Magic area just a communal enclave, where each official had a cubicle and each cubicle had an official? It was complicated work, and she hadn't even started yet.
Dressed smartly for her first day of work in black robes, emblazoned with the Ministry crest, and a name badge on her chest, shining proudly, Lindsey sighed and sat down in one of the large, over-stuffed leather armchairs that were scattered around the hallway she had been wandering aimlessly up and down. Hopefully, she figured, somebody will pass and take pity on me, and ask where I'm meant to be. She was far too proud to ask for directions, you see. Better that someone else ask her where she was, rather than she ask someone else where she was.
Like stated, it's a complicated process.