Iris entered the International Magical Cooperation Division again. A few hours had passed since the moment she had arrived and she still hadn't been informed about her job. She had absolutely no idea where to go and who to talk to. She had spoken to Constanza Murdoch, her Division's Head, but she was too busy to help her out. I guess I'll just have to wait for someone to tell me what I have to do, Iris thought. She leaned against the wall and watched everybody else work feverishly in their cubicles. Were my parents alive I wouldn't have to wait at all, she thought. But, were they alive, would I work for the Ministry? She stood at her place, lost in her thoughts.