Brent tried to remember the details he had tried so hard to forget. In a way, he still thought it was ridiculous that he hadn't even been here a year, and he'd already managed to be sucked into a portal. Against his will, at that! He had received notice that someone from the Ministry of Magic was here to talk to him. Well, to everyone who'd been inside the portal.

He continued the walk down the sixth floor...the forbidden floor...and made his way toward the spare office. He hadn't even known there was such a thing as a spare office around Hogwarts. He'd stopped somebody in the corridors and asked for directions. If he'd followed them correctly, he should be here right...about...

...now.

Stepping inside, Brent waited for a pause in the conversation and awkwardly said, "Brenton Westwood. Brent." What was he supposed to say now? ... "I got a notice asking me to come here."