"Remus Lupin, visiting the auror office regarding the escape of Sirius Black."
"Thank you," said a female voice through the telephone. "Please take the badge and pin it to the front of your robes." Remus picked up the silver badge from the coin slot. He looked down at it grimly. It read, 'REMUS LUPIN' and under that, "Suspect."
"Visitor to the Ministry," the voice continued, "you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the atrium."
"Right," Remus said. The floor of the telephone box shuddered as it descended below the streets of muggle London, and, a minute later, it stopped.
Remus existed the booth and made his way through the atrium. He didn't often visit the Ministry of Magic, but even he could tell that the security has been tightened since Sirius Black's escape. There were members of the Magical Law Enforcement office every few meters it seemed, and even a menacing looking security troll which grunted as he passed. Wizards and witches in the atrium looked nervously about as if Black would suddenly appear in the crowd. And there were several people who looked like journalists, with a quills in hand, hanging around the security line and stopping anyone who'd let them for a comment on the situation. The line for the security desk was unusually long. It took several minutes before he reached the front of it. A stern looking wizard with a mustache called "next" and Remus stepped forward. The man passed a golden rod up and down Remus' font and back.
"Wand," he grunted. As Remus handed it over, the man caught sight of Remus' badge. "Step over here," he said a little nervously. Remus followed him behind the counter. "You'll wait here," he said. The Wizard jotted something down on a paper, folded it into a paper airplane, and threw it. It soared away. "An auror will be by shortly to escort you to your interrogation," the wizard said, putting a particular emphasis on the final word.
"You don't have to say it like that," Remus said, more to himself than to the man. "Uh, my wand?" Remus held out his hand.
"Not just yet," the man replied.
Remus was growing nervous. His mouth felt dry, and he was sweating a little in the jacket and tie he was wearing in the middle of the unusually hot summer. He had wanted to try and look presentable, as best he could anyway. His best tie was fraying, and his jacket's best days were behind it. He sighed, trying to rid himself of his nerves. He didn't really have any reason to be nervous, he hadn't helped Sirius escape after all. But he did have an idea of how he might have escaped…