As Donovan beheld the magnificent golden gates, he allowed himself a small smile. He had made it. Despite what his family thought, he had made it to a job in the ministry. Magical Law Enforcement, no less. Suddenly, he felt extremely nervous.What am I doing here? I should be home. Get involved in some family business. No. You deserve this. You've worked hard to get here. I don't need you now. Please. Just go away. Well, okaay, but I'll be here if you need me. Slightly flustered, Donovan looked around for some help. "Uh, excuse me? Can someone help me?"
OOC: Avatar is my closest interpretation of Donovan.
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