Langen stopped talking and quickly turned her attention to the boss. It was time for the meeting to start. And yes, she was kind of excited. Biggest understatement of the century, but still. She was actually a member of the ministry! The brunettes body tingled with nervous excitement. Like that feeling before you walked into a school dance and you can't wait for everyone to see your dress. But at the same time, you just wanna turn around and leave. Accurate representation.

Okay, airplane hangar. She actually didn't mind. Her grandfather flew airplanes before he married a with and he even took Langen up in one on her summers off of Hogwarts. They were fun. But she wouldn't be working in the airplane. She would be working upstairs, or something like that. The brown eyed girl didn't know the layout of the hangar yet and thus she would have to walk around a little. Which they were allowed to do. Thank Merlin.

Any who, cleaning spells. Yes. Because this place was gross. Not that she hated working here, but all the dirt and dust were not going to help anyone. So make like a winning quidditch team and sweep the floor. Sports humor was always fun.

Okay, Langen felt like she had some basic idea of what was going on. Way better than before when her only options were winging it and ... nope. Her only option before was to wing it. Which was going to help no one as she barely knew what her job entailed when she got the letter. Now she had a better idea and was armed with books to help. Ministry here she came!