Cynthia de la Rosa did not have a job requiring fieldwork, but she thought it would improve her understanding of the current problem. So on her lunch break, at 11:53, she entered the ladies' bathroom, going down the stairs with a hand on the rail. Such an odd choice of an entrance for the Ministry.
The bathroom was old and dirty, probably not ever entered by muggles. She slipped into one of the seven stalls, and the hinges creaked as if the door might fall. Cynthia rummaged in her rather large pockets for what she was looking for until she found it. She dropped the golden token in, then another one for good measure. The toilet gurgled in an unhappy manner.
Cynthia supposed she'd have to step in. She was a little afraid, though she knew that was silly. She gingerly picked up the hems of beige robes and plopped in. Surprisingly enough, she was still dry, which felt weird to her. The toilet hissed as it was flushed and spurted water everywhere in sight. When it hit Cynthia it instantly evaporated, still refusing to get her wet.
"Ugh," the witch groaned, surveying the aftermath. Then she heard footsteps and froze. Turn around slowly, she thought and her body obeyed. There was a muggle.
"What's happening?" it asked.
Cynthia searched for a reasonable answer. "Um...I...I fell in."
"You know, I'm just gonna...go away, I think..." But the muggle woman didn't just yet. Cynthia was in trouble. The Ministry's problem was worse than she'd thought.