Fumbling around with her robe pockets, Eloria finally revealed the old-fashioned key to her room. Unlocking the door, Eloria walked in and set her bag from the Apothecary onto her bed. Sitting down on the bed, she took a sigh and her eyes were filled with terror. She rolled up her jean on her right leg, revelaing a swollen, sore, very bumped up looking shin.
"Stupid bird. Wansn't half this bad yesterday," Eloria said, looking over the damage. She reached into her bag and pulled out a jar labeled "Essense of Murtlap." She took off the top and stared into the liquid. She bit her lower lip, and only being able to stand one eye open, Eloria poured a droplet of the contents of the jar on her injured leg.
"Yeowww...." Eloria shrieked, yet stopped in mid yelp. "That didn't hurt. No stinging, no burning, no nothing. Huh." Now with a less frightend stance, she dumped the rest of the jar onto her leg. The once bleeding sore was now painless, and much to Eloria's releif no longer looked like hamburger meat.
"I really must get more of this stuff. A painless cut treatment...who would have thought."
She then reached into her bag again, this time with a smile as she looked at her slightly improved leg. Now she pulled out a small purple container. It was an odd oval shape, with a highly decorated gold lid. In fancy gold calligrpahy, "Bruise Balm" was written across the front. Unscrewing the lid, a strong, milky order filled Eloria's nostrils. Placing the lid besider, she stared at the thick purple cream that lay inside the embellished container. Scooping some of the stuff onto her hand, Eloria then proceeded to rub it into her black and bruised shin. Instantly, the violet colors faded and completely vanished much to her relief.
"There we go. Practically like new." Although Eloria was used to getting injured adn having to treat her wounds herself, she still didn't enjoy it. Yes she could go to a healer, but Eloria hated to wait and why wait when she could do it herself? Time is the most valuable and is not to be wasted was Eloria's belief.
Eloria sat on the bed for a minute, kicking her newly healed leg up, she admired her handywork. She glanced to her left side, and remembered her briefcase. Eloria stuffed the lid on the bruise balm and threw it into her briefcase. She began to dig around in her suitcase again. Although most of its content had been taken out and placed around her room earlier, it was still quite a mess in there. With a yank and a heavy pull Eloria managed to yank out a long-handled broom.
"Stupid spell. It's supposed to unpack everything..." she muttered as she got up and placed her beloved Nimbus 1000 beside her bed.
Looking at her nightstand, she found that her watch was nicely laid out, and read 10 minutes to ten. At first Eloria just walked on, but then backtracked. Grabbing her watch, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped.
"Ten minutes to ten! I'm supposed to meet Higgins at ten! Crap!" Running around her room franictly, Eloria grabbed the many papers and large study guide that had unpacked themselves onto her desk. Hastily shoving them into her briefcase, Eloria grabbed the handle and ran into the hallway outside of her room. There was a large crack and she was gone.

Thud. Bam. Thunk. Eloria lay on the ground outside of what she recognized as the oak doors which led to the Auror headquarters. She lay on top of something rather large and uncomfortable. The thing grunted. Sitting up, Eloria looked underneath her. There lay a black haired man, face down, limbs sprawled out. He looked vaugly familar and as Eloria stood up, she remembered where she had thought she saw him before- he was identical to the cabana boy she had dreamed of the night before.
"I am so terribly sorry," Eloria managed to get out, her hands convering her mouth. Bending over, she grabbed the man by the elbow. "Here let me...help...you." Wtih a heave she finally managed to get the man up. Standing in front of her was an attractive man who couldn't have been much older than she was. He had neatly styled black hair and grey eyes. He had a rather dignified air about him, and Eloria stood, staring. Her eyes couldn't have gotten wider and she had to hold herself back from drooling.
"The the hell were you thinking?" The man finally spoke, rubbing his arm. He looked up and met Eloria's wide eyes. "Where you trying to kill me, or did it just work out that way?"
Shaking her head slightly to reawaken herself from the fantasies that were playing though her head, Eloria's eyes glared at the man and she crossed her arms. "Hey! I didn't purposly apparate into you. Give me a break. This is the second time I have been here and how was I to know you would be standing there that exact second? I already apologized. God." Stooping down, Eloria picked up her briefcase and not even taknig a glance at the man, she threw open the giant oak doors that lead to the Auror Headquarters.
"Men....British men...UGH!" Eloria said as she trudged across the room to Higgins's cubicle. She glared at the carpet, as if she were challenging it to a deul. "Arrogant British men..."
Before she realized it, she stood before Higgins. He was sitting down reading some papers again. No longer fearing the man before her, she threw several punches at the side of his cubicle, making a large booming sound which filled the office. Higgins jumped in his seat, and breathing hard, turned and faced the tornado which stood before him. Eloria crossed her arms, tilted her sholders, raised and eyebrow with a distinct, "Go ahead. Make my day," kind of look on her face.
"Eloria. Glad to see you could make it. I have someone special for you to meet today, as well as discussing some of your certification requirements. I hope you opened that study guide I gave you last night. So how was your first nigt in jolly ole' England?" He smiled and looked at at Eloria. He only recieved silence. After a long, awkward pause for Higgins, Eloria finally uncrossed her arms, lowered her sholder and eyebrow, but her daring expression remained.
"How was my first night in jolly ole' England? Well, I was jolly well woken up by a jolly ole' bird at jolly ole' 5 o'clock in the morning, thanks to jolly ole' you," said Eloria, drawing out the last five words.
"Do you mean the Daily Prophet owl? Yes, they do deliever rather early," Higgins said, his voice rebervirating off the walls. "Anyway, I must go over a few things with you." Turning around again, Higgins grabbed a stack of papers off of his cluttered desk. Placing them directly in front of him, he drew his wand out of his robe pocket and with a few mumbled words a stool appeared beside his own office chair. Guestering for Eloria to come sit down, he began to sift through the special stack of papers.
Dragging her feet, Eloria sat on the stool beside the man. The desk in front of her was filled to the brim with papers. Some were stamped in red with "CERTIFICATION: APPROVED" on the top, while others were stamped, "PENDING." Eloria noticed that the stack of papers that Higgins was looking at had the latter stamped on top. Higgins then pulled out a piece of parcment with blue ink scribbled on the entire lenght of it. Eloria recognized that as one of the forms she had filled out earlier that year.
"Right then. You have an impressive resume here Eloria. Top of your class at the AAWA? That is quite a feat..."
"You know what the heck the AAWA is?" Eloria gasped, her eyes wide and any looks of aggressive looks on her face were long gone. "You know that me graduating top of my class is worth something? It's a miracle! A Brit actually knows the Academy."
Higgins looked at Eloria in shock. Her abrupt change in mood caught him off gaurd.
"I know its a prestigeious Auror traning institute. Maybe not the best in the world, but it gets my seal of approval anyway. Why are you so shocked?" Higgins asked.
"Why am I shocked? Why? Only because when I was trying to get over here, half of hte people I had to talk to in the UK thought I would never be good enough beacuse I came from an "unknown school." It's not as if I didn't got to Kingsbury for most of my life, oh no. Kingsbury is equivalnt to Hogwarts when comparing it to British schools, but oh no, it's not good enough. Then the fact I went to a special Auror school for two years didn't seem to matter to them either, oh no. The fact you know about the Academy floors me."
"They didn't know about the AAWA? I'm ashamed of my own for once. But anyway, I really must talk to you about presenting your resume before your test..." and Higgins began discussing the contents of the piece of parchment with Eloria.

Two hours later, Eloria was laughing at one of Higgins's jokes, and finally looked up from the pieces of parchment in front of her. The office was cosiderable louder now, and bustling with activity. She then remembered that Higgins said she was going to meet someone today.
"Higgins?" Eloria asked Higgins who was quitely chuckling. He stopped, and looked up at her.
"Yes?"
"Weren't you supposed to take me to see someone today?"
Higgins sat, hand resting on chin and obviously deep in thought. Suddenly, the light bulb seemed to turn on.
"By George your right!" Higgins boomed, jumping up and out of his seat. He startled Eloria so badly she too jumped about five feet off her stool. She leaned against the side of Higgins's cubicle, trying to catch her breath. Higgins however took no notice of Eloria.
"He should be in by now. I arranged for us to meet around twelve...and oh look! It's tweleve ten. Come on Eloria!" Grabbing Eloria's arm, Higgins pulled her down the small hallway leading to the doors. In and out of rows of cubicles the pair swerved, and finally stopped in front of a peculiar cubicle with a very peculiar man in it.
The man's face was coverevd in scars from Eloria could only guess what. His longer hair was wiry. He wore a long, very worn looking traveling robe and had a hip flask attached to his belt. What was the strangest thing of all though, were his eyes. One was a perfectly normal sized and shaped brown eye, while the other however, was very large, a shade of blue, and was spinning every which way one could imagine. Far from being taken aback or frightend, Eloria squeeled.
"Alastor Moody! The Alastor Moody! One of the best Aurors of all time!" Eloria screamed. After a pause, she finally managed to squeak out "It's an honor sir..." and extended her shaking hand.
Both eyes fixed on Eloria, Moody took the trembling hand and shook it firmly.
"You told me this American was different Higgins, but you didn't say she belonged in St. Mungo's..." Moody said in a rather gruff voice. After letting go of Eloria's hand, the man stood and looked at the woman in front of him as if she would explode instantly. Eloria took no notice though. She was stiff with excitement. Throughout her days at the AAWA, part of her schooling was researching famous Auror's and their technique. She had written a paper on invisibilty for her Stealth class, and one of the very points she made was regarding Aurors like Alastor Moody who could see through ivisibilyt cloaks. To be meeting the man she researched seemed unbelievable.
"Mr. Moody...sir...I hope I haven't frightened you. It's just that I have reserached your...abiliites so to speak and to be meeting the man himself..." Eloria stood beaming at Moody. Higgins was smiling contently on her left side.
"Researched me? Well." Moody motioned for Eloria to sit down on a wooden chair in the corner of his cubicle.
"I really must return. Along with her body, Eloria brought a lot of paperwork," said Higgins, as he began to walk away from the cubicle. Yet before he left he leaned over slightly and whispered in Eloria's ear, "Have fun."