Vickers descended the stairs and turned for the corridor that was the Department of Mysteries. This wasn’t the first time he was here—his uncle had given him a tour back in the day when he ran the place. Of course the boy never did get past the visitor’s area after trying to sort out that mind boggling corridor. And guess what—here he was again.

He stopped short just as the now passenger-less carpet made another spin down the corridor. And more Ministry personnel was there. So maybe they can get a handle on this?

Then again he is from the Transportation department. He kinda feels he has to do something other than stare.

“Uhm.... anybody knows who owns this?” Because his boss lady said she didn’t authorize anything of the sort, which means unless someone shows some paperwork or starts owning up to this, this was gonna get impounded, so to speak.

And who else better to take it in than the boy who is a fan of anything that levitates off the ground?