It had been one thing after another this past year, but she had finally returned to London. She had been assigned to the Ministry of Magic in Madrid, Spain. The evidence retrieval officer in the Spain Ministry of Magic had been forced into a mandatory leave of absence due to misconduct on an important case, and so, upon hearing the news, she had volunteered to take over. After all, it was her hometown, and she craved the opportunity to catch up with those she cared about.

But that was over and done, and it was now time to return to her former job. She had missed her co-workers, of course, but already she felt the yearning of being homesick.

With a quiet sigh, Esme Bass wound her way through several tables before settling at one that was unoccupied. Flying carpets….what a topic to debate. From what she had heard thus far, the delegates were each making fair points. Quite frankly, she never understood the need for the carpets, though she conceded that no mode of transportation was without risks. Perhaps she should try one of them out….just for the experience, of course.

First, however, she’d listen in on the rest of the debate.