Joshua Lupet Sigal was once again startled for the 1 millionth time at the loud crack that delivered him to the ministry. He walked into the room, nose up, shoulders posed, and eyes glued to the Daily Prophet. He looked around, saw some people casually standing around doing nothing productive. Instead of joining them, like his bratty 3rd year cousin would do, he made a mental note of criticism that they should on the job, waiting for a chance to serve the Ministry. He walked around, surveying the vulgar scene like a teacher to naughty students. |