Feathery Thingywhatsit | BookSnake Jacob spun through the air, clinging involuntarily to the toaster as it dragged him to the Quidditch World Cup. Floo was his preferred method of transportation - he Flooed to Greece every weekend, after all - followed by walking. Apparition he had never quite mastered, and after years of avoiding it's use Jacob worried he would splinch himself.
So Portkey it was. Why he had chosen a toaster, he had no idea; plenty of more attractive ones were available near his flat, too. Jacob was not a toast person, and it was one of the more ridiculous looking Portkeys.
He landed quite gracefully given that he had just spent the last minute spinning through space. Setting the silly Portkey aside, Jacob pulled out his ID (Jacob Spyro Webster, International Magical Cooperation, Division Head British Seats) and approached one of the Ministry Security personnel.
Last edited by Egyptian_Blue; 12-16-2009 at 10:24 PM.
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