Minerva found her way into the conference room that she was told the internship training would be. As she walked down she felt her the butterflies pick up in her stomach. She was terrified they wouldn't like her, or if she would do a good job, or if she would learn everything she needed to learn. So many questions and concerns ran through her head.

As she got to the door she took a deep breath, this was it.. This is where she needed to be. Pulling her school bag up a little bit on her shoulder, she made sure to put some quills and parchment in it before she left not knowing what she needed, she wanted to be prepared. Looking into the room she saw an adult, but no one else. Did she get the wrong date or time. She frowned worried about this.

"Excuse me, is this where the interns need to be going?" She walked in with a nervous smile. As she got closer to the man she gripped her back even tighter from nervous, "My name is Minerva Wheatborn."