 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
It was still amazing to Krel how often she got lost in the Ministry despite her attempts to acquaint herself with the building (if one could call an underground complex a building). She wasn’t exactly sure where she was, only that she had probably gotten off the wrong lift and turned the wrong way. I swear the hallways around her move, she thought, thinking of the stairwells at Hogwarts. She just hoped Security didn’t show up and fine her for being in a classified area.
She shifted the files and mail in her arm and pushed her hair back off her forehead as she stood at a cross-hall looking up and down and left and right. She mentally wished she had put her hair up today, but for some reason she’d left it down and loose and now it was bothering her and falling into her face. When she got back to her desk, she was going to shove it up into a bun even if she had to stick a pencil into it in order to make it hold. When? she snorted mentally. More like if. There was nobody around even to ask for directions. She took a right hoping she was going in the right direction.
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