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"Ah, the beating heart of Magical Transportation!" Almer Toots exclaimed as he strolled through the department workspace, his hearty laugh echoing off the walls. While the department wasn't the largest or the most chaotic, it still buzzed with activity, from the rhythmic hum of enchanted communicators in the Wizarding Transit Services section to the faint glow of Floo Network monitors.
"A well-oiled department," his voice boomed as he continued popping his head into each division's cubicle area. "Very much like a magical car—it's not about how fast it goes but how well it gets you there."
Following a quick pitstop with the Magic Carpet Bureau and cheekily commenting how looming their responsibilities were, Almer then crossed to the south cubicles and greeted the Apparition Test Centre staff with his characteristic broad grin. "You lot have the toughest gig—testing young witches and wizards on their poise under pressure! Reminds me of my Knight Bus days: nothing says 'poise' like dodging a lamppost at the last second!"
"Speaking of modes of transport..." His eyes glossed over the group until they fell upon one of the more seasoned Apparition instructors and examiners. "Carson! Why don't wizards drive cars more often?" It took every fibre within him not to chuckle as he thought about the incoming punchline of the joke he had set up.
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