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Suited and booted in the finest attire he had managed to find in his makeshift wardrobe, Casper apparated directly to the visitor's entrance. He raised one hand to make sure his hair was styled correctly before looked down at his polished, black shoes. Hmmm. He looked fit for a wedding. Which was good, considering he was about to attend one.
He didn't know the Minister or his bride personally, but Casper had to check in on it. Deep down, he was quite the sucker for a good, old bit of romance. Just as long as it wasn't ... him.
Casper noted the members of security that scatterd the area, obviously indicating that he was at the right place. However, still being new at the Ministry he decided it best to check. You couldn't be too careful after all.
He spotted a dressed up woman not to far away from where he had apparated and confidently approached her with a smile. "'Scuse me Ma'am, but I have the right place for the wedding, yes?" He was just making sure.
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