Annabell Layla Grace knocked on the door. She was new and didn't know what to do. So she decided to ask the Head of Magical Transportation. Then after a few words, Annabell will then know what to do. She hoped that she wasn't coming at a bad time for the Head. Annabell had no clue who the Head even was. She didn't even know if they were a man or woman, especially since there was no nameplate on the door.

What a shame, Annabell thought, That they have yet to buy nameplates for the doors. Maybe they had bought them but hadn't put them up. Or they haven't been delivered. Either way, there was no nameplate at all on the door. Only one that read Department Head of Magical Transportation. But the onlything that sign did was tell you that it was your boss' office. Not very informal.

Annabell waited for an answer. She bagan to think of her mother. Her warm hazel eyes and straight blond hair. her hourglass curves and fair skin. She was beautiful. And everyone that met her knew it. But not many pople know anymore. She was forgotten, along with Annabell's father. Ever since they died, they have faded away memories became hazy and faces smothered into nothingness.

Annabell brought her mind back to the present and stood patiently at the door, studying the way the nameplate looked.