CRACK!

Antwone materialized next to the other unfamiliar cohorts.

Hours earlier he had been wondering around the empty offices at the Ministry, pondering where everyone had gone until he came across a bulletin board stating that everyone was to report here on this date thirty minutes ago. Immediately after reading, Antwone extracted his wand and turned on his heel, dissapparting to this spot.

He had appeared closet to a somewhat tall woman, by female standards, with long brown hair. She was caring a jar with what looked like small wood-chips. Next to her was the head of the department: dread locks and shaggy. He too held something between his hands: a vial of a somewhat greenish-transparent liquid. Huddled around him were four other women and one other man: one was a somewhat tall woman, though shorter than the first, whom Antwone assumed to be metamorphmagus due to her ever-changing hair color; she was carrying a unicorn's horn. Another of the group was a women of average height with dark black hair, whom carried a large silver shield, most-likely Goblin-made by the look of its detail. Farther, a blonde woman was carrying a golden telescope while the brunette next to her clumsily held a magnificently huge sword. Finally, Antwone's eyes drifted to the only other male who seemed to be there, besides Tetrus and himself. He seemed very young and he also held a golden telescope.

Antwone wondered why they all were carrying an odd assortment of things. He had only taken a glance at the bulletin board and it was his first day. He had saw something about centaurs and the forbidden forest but that was it. He wasn't so sure if his presence would have helped or hindered his colleagues proceedings today. He wasn't sure if his disease would ward off the centaurs, or make them more angry.

As Antwone sniffed the cold, damp air the three scars across his face seemed to dance up and down as his nose inhaled and exhaled. He couldn't smell anything close by, there was a unicorn and her baby foal but they were at least a kilometer away and heading off in the opposite direction.

After watching and listening to the tallest of the women speak about her wood-chips in her jar, he stepped forward to Tetrus. Though the department head was inches shorter than Antwone, his dread locks and shaggy wear was a bit intimating by sight, but Antwone had dealt with people who were far more sinister, or creatures, rather.

"Sorry I'm late," Antwone had said, holstering his beech wand into his traveling cloak. "It's my first day, it is. I only just got in when I saw the bulletin. Name's Antwone Thomas." He stuck out his wand hand to shake.