2. Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Joëlle and her parents and all other characters I shall invent in this story. The rest belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This is actually part 2 of the prologue but I decided to name it otherwise. The next chapter will be over 1000 words, I promise. Is anyone interested in being my beta-reader? I would really appreciate it. Hehe, I would also appreciate reviews, they keep the story going.
Thanks you Arkenstone2003, you were the first reviewer for this story !!
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'Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.'
I was completely jammed against the glass panes of the telephone-box; it was not exactly easy to fit into these things with three suitcases. "Those Muggles should really expand these things." I muttered under my breath, forgetting about the receiver I was holding.
'Thank you.' said the cool female voice. 'Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes.'
There was a click and a rattle; the silver badge appeared in the silver chute where returned coins normally appeared.
"Damn it!" I cursed when I read the inscription; 'Those Muggles, should really expand these things.'
Oh god, I had done it yet again. Why? Why did I always have to make a fool out of myself? "Way to go, Joëlle!" I muttered darkly. Well, it could be worse, I could have said something like bugger or Shit or damn it or something like that. For a second I considered starting anew, but the voice had started speaking again.
'Visitor to the Ministry, 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.'
The floor of the telephone-box shuddered; slowly I sank into the ground. I was used to this by now; I had visited the Ministry at least seven times by now. But it was still fascinating to see the pavement rose up above the glass windows of the telephone until darkness closed over my head. Then there was darkness, the only thing that could be heard was a dull grinding noise as the phone box made its way down through the earth. Pinning the badge to the front of my shirt, I began assembling my suitcases and pulled out my wand. It would be way easier to levitate my luggage then to carry them by hand,...
'The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day;' said the woman's voice. I threw a last glance at my badge. I would no doubt get some confused looks, how was I going to explain that ?
"Wingardium Leviosa." I said clearly, pointing my wand at the suitcases. They rose elegantly into the air and followed me as I walked out of the telephone box.
Oh well, I would worry about the badge when the time was right.
