Entering nervously throught the door to the large room, Emma peered around cautiously until she spotted the desk which was hers. It was near to the front, by the waiting area and Archives, and currently empty. But not for long. She went over to it and placed her bag on top, careful not to make any sound. She took out some ink, parchment and her favorite quill. Oh, and a bottle of water. Putting her back on the floor, she sat down in her chair and surveyed all of the other journalists in the office.

Journalists. Other journalists. It seemed weird to refer to herself as one of them, when only a few days ago she'd been working in the Ministry. It was a nice weird though. Very nice, like she'd finally acomplished something in her life.