Eloria had no conception of how much time had passed. She sat the wooden chair, eyes wide and hands clasped in girlish excitement. She carefully listened to all of the stories Moody would tell, and then had quite a few discussions with him various spells and methods of tracking dark wizards. Though the man seemed somewhat paranoid Eloria noted, he was an endless source of information. He knew things, things that most Aurors could never dream of. The pair talked and talked. They talked, yelled some, whispered some, and talked. Finally, Eloria happened to kick her briefcase that was on her side. Moody's magic eye swiveled around to stare at it.
"That's quite a suitcase you have there, Miss. Felton." His regular eye met Eloria's somewhat astonished face.
"You know? I mean I know that you have the eye, but...you know?" Eloria began laughing slightly, shaking her head. He was truly a genius in her eyes.
"I assume that was Elroy Felton's?" Moody asked, his voice ending in an eerie question.
Eloria stopped and sat dead still. All the color drained from her face and she looked like she was frozen. Her mind was in a complete jumble. Her thoughts twisted and intertwined themselves so deep she couldn't think straight.
"How....how...do you know about my great-grandfather?" Eloria managed to sputter out. Only one other person in Britain had realized her relationship with the great Irish Auror, Elroy Felton. It was a squat, square man she dealt with when getting the appropriate papers saying she had Auror credits. In America the name haunted her. Between her father being an official, and the legend of her great-grandfather, one of the most famous Auror's of his time, she never got a moments peace.
"I assumed he was a relation of yours, considering all of your extensive Auror knowledge. Don't know much about him besides he was before the time of Grindelwald," said Moody as if he were lecturing a class. He took a swig from his hipflask.
Nervously reaching into her pockets as she normally did when her family was brought up, Eloria felt a large round metal thing. Taking out of her pocket, she saw it was her pocket watch. Moody's magic eye now focused on the trinket Eloria held in her hand.
"Another from Elroy?" Moody questioned.
"Yes, he left me all of his Auror gadgets. The briefcase and this watch are just a few of many." Clicking it open, she read the long twisted ticking hands: half past three.
"My god! I must get going...got to study and all that." Eloria jumped up, and grabbed her briefcase. "It's been an honor, sir."
Moody neither extended his hand, nor stood. He sat in his chair, looking directly up into Eloria's gaze. His blue eye was fixed on her pupils. This confused Eloria slightly though. How could one eye focus on two? Yet Moody interrupted her thoughts.
"It's nice to talk to someone who is vigilant...yes. There is more to you Eloria than you let out." Moody grunted. Eloria felt as if someone had put ice down his back. She knew his eye could see through most everything, but how could he know about her? With a nod of his head, Eloria turned on her heels and practically sprinted over to the other side of the office to Higgins's cubicle.
Not even bothering to get his attention first, Eloria began speaking. "Higgins- thanks a bunch for setting up that meeting with Moody. He's amazing. Anyway, I must run. I have to practice as well as start searching the papers for place!" Not even looking up from his papers this time, Higgins gave a slight wave of recognition, and Eloria darted down the hall, yet in the opposite direction of the giant oak doors. She didn't notice a black haired man watching her run.

Eloria had no intention of going back to her hotel yet. Earlier, when Higgins had dragged her all over the office to Moody's cubicle, she noticed oak doors in the far back of the room. By listening carefully to conversations and using her own logic, she figured that the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office had to be past those doors. Eloria wanted to check up on her first acquaintance in Britain, a Mister Arthur Weasley.
Expecting to burst into another giant, cubicle filled office after she opened the giant oak doors; Eloria was surprised to find herself in yet another hallway. Luckily, a dingy sign that read, "Misuse of Muggle Artifacts" hung on one of the dingiest doors.
Inside this dingy door, she found a red-haired man sitting at a desk. The room was no bigger than a closet, and Eloria was amazed about how they got anything to fit within the doorway. She took note of the lack of any magic windows, like the ones that were scattered around the Auror Headquarters. Her expression, even given her conditions, did not change. Eloria had trained and even slept in far worse conditions that the ones that stood before her, when she was at the AAWA.
"Mr. Arthur Weasley? This is Eloria, Eloria Felton. The witch who you met on the eleva...lift earlier today?" Eloria spoke, her tone very quiet. She didn't want to startle the man who was still battling with the skateboard with a mind of its own.
"Oh, Miss. Felton! Call me Arthur. Umm..." The man stood up, and was hastily looking for a chair to offer Eloria. The cramped space was clearly not meant to have any visitors within it.
"Oh, no problem. I've just sat for the past couple of hour talking to Alastor Moody. Standing feels good. And call me Eloria." Eloria leaned against the wall, smiling at the man. "I just thought I would stop in and say thank you to the first friendly face I met in London."
"Why, did you just say you were talking to Mad-Eye?"
"Yes...what's wrong with that? We talked about most everything....he's an amazing man you know."
"Yes, an amazing Auror. But most find him...a bit paranoid to have a conversation with. Mind you I have the highest respect for the man..."
"Paranoid? Well, yes, I suppose..."
And the two lapsed into a conversation about various Aurors. While Eloria was probably an extreme opposite of Arthur, the two proved to get along great. Eloria felt as if she had met someone who she could finally trust...well; trust in Eloria's own way. Once again she found herself talking and talking.
"They are making you wait two weeks?" Arthur questioned, after he found out the delay of Eloria's testing.
"Yes! And I have had to leap across who knows how many boundaries, sign how much paper work. You would think they would just be happy to have someone wanting to join the team. It's not as if you can't use me."
"It's a shame you haven't been dealing with Dumbledore. Great man Dumbledore."
"Not...the Dumbledore. The Dumbledore who is probably the most powerful wizard in the entire planet..."
"Well, yes." And Arthur began telling Eloria of his efforts in fighting off the evil wizard, Voldermort. She was fascinated by his stories.
"Anyway, if you had been dealing with him, I would think you would be accepted straight away."
"Well, I'm not. So I have to deal with what I got..."Eloria casually looked at her watch and saw 30 minutes had gone by. This man was supposed to be working! What in her right mind what she doing!
"Shoot! I've kept you from work far too long. It's been great. I'll see you..." Eloria was going to say "soon" but she wasn't sure whether that would be true or not. Arthur seemed to pick up on her dilemma.
"Again," He finished. He waved at Eloria as she backed out of the door.

"Far too talkative I am. Wasting people's time...yet it was very informative..." Eloria said to herself as she walked down the hallway and opened the doors into the Auror Headquarters. She kept muttering as she passed the line of cubicles. Eloria was so wrapped up in her thoughts; she didn't notice a black haired man, leaning against the side of a cubicle watching her. In the cubicle, sat another man, yet his black hair was very untidy and he didn't have the same air about him. The man standing leaned over to the sitting one.
"James? Who is that witch...the one whose been storming around this office for the past two days?"
"Dunno Sirius. Anyway...regarding..."
Yet Sirius wasn't listening. He was watching Eloria walk out the giant oak doors of the office.