Oliver looked around as he entered, nervous. He was always punctual, especially when something as important as this was happening, but his half-brother who was staying with him had been very ill that morning, putting him way behind schedule.

A sigh of relief escaped him as he noticed plenty of people still milling about, waiting. He really needed this job, and while he was positively flattered that he'd been hired by the ministry right out of Hogwarts, he was also exceedingly nervous. The 18-year-old straightened his tie and dusted off his cloak, looking around. Things appeared relatively simple, and well organized. He decided to wait his turn, but the boy was still rather fidgety. Oliver Parks hated being late, and here he was, late to orientation, of all things! This wasn't even the first day, and he was already messing up. He chewed his gum nervously, hoping no one else would notice and tried to calm himself before his turn.