Rowan was on her way to the lifts. The click clack of her heels making a swift rhythm as she made her way swiftly and deftly through the crowd. She was just placing herself in the line waiting for the lifts when she saw it. The immense fountain that stood in the heart of the ministry. She had missed it her first time through here. She had been in such a rush and had a lot on her mind. Now standing there, she could appreciate where she was and what it meant.

A petition poster had been placed on the bulletin board of her department, claiming that the fountain was offensive and should be removed. Rowan thought that was rubbish. Sure, the opinions of the place of muggles had been altered and the whole "Magic is Might" slogan had taken on a different meaning. Rowan didn't think that taking out the fountain was a good idea. The fountain was a piece of wizarding history and should be kept right where it is, if only to stand as a reminder of the past ignorant views of those that came before us.

The lifts finally clanked open and people were filing in quickly. Taking on last look at the fountain, Rowan turned and entered the lift that still had a little room left.