Áine was unfortunately not in the best of moods as she made her way to the Golden Gates, taking sips of the coffee she held in her right hand. This wasn't the way she'd have liked to have started her first day at the Ministry of Magic but this was what happens when you get NO sleep the night before. She was finding living in London really hard - it was so loud!

Her hair was already breaking free of the plait she had done that morning, and her robes were all wonky. Bother.

"Morning," Áine plastered a smile on her face. "Can someone point me in the direction of the Department of Magical Games and Sports, please?"