Viea stood looking at the fountain in awe, this was her first time here in the Ministry, although she had seen it in the newspapers, she never saw it up close. She smiled, it was so pure and huge, with people whizing by her and muttering to themselves, she diecided to take a few steps closer. She smiled around, maybe she would make a new friend here. She looked hopefull and smiled towards the people whom passed her.

Micah strolled by a huge fountain and noticed a peculiar-looking girl. He walked up to her and asked: "Are you lost girl?"

"No, I am just new here from Yorkshire. I am an employee in the Locked Room on the 9th floor, Im just admiring the fountain, its huge." She smiled at the man. "My name is Viea by the way, what is yours?" Viea seemed very curtious.

"Ahh, I see." He said while nodding. "The Locked room? What's in there?" He asked.

"I am sorry but that is classified information. If you wanted to know that badly you should of appiled for it." Viea snapped, she looked sternly at the man. Then all of a sudden her gase softened.

"Sorry, I take after my mother." She sighed and turns to look at the fountain, "So what about yourself?"

"Sorry about that...My curiosity got the better of me...My name is Micah Nettings, Division head for the Apparition Test Center."

Micah, nice name to gi with the nice face, wait what was Viea thinking!

"Strange, I never took my appariton test at school. Hence I take the train, but one day I might just, 'pop' by." Viea winked and laughed. "Its fine by the way, just fine. I am a unspeakable. So therefore, I cannot speak about the things behind the door."

Viea smiled at the guy, she didnt have much to talk about he hoped he would although.

Micah smirked at the peculiar-girl. "Well, if you ever want a license you can stop by my office." He said while smiling.

Viea smiled evilly, "...and your office is on the sixth floor, am I correct?" Viea questioned. She seemed to ponder for a moment and grinned, "I could just go there now..."

"Hah, well, it's your choice.You're of age I suspect so, you're welcome to come. If you're eager to get your license then, you can follow me...I'm actually on my way to my office where it all happens."

"Of I am of age, Im 19! I will just follow you then." Viea smirks, and moves to the side of him so she can follow. "Well this sould be exciting and fun."


Her thoughts were, 'Just watch yourself fail, fall and fail.' She sighed.

On his way to the employment offices, Jude stopped dead at the dark fountain to his immediate, his briefcase flying with him at his side. His mouth, which felt as though it had drop through the wooden floor, expressed his shock, surprise and horror. The stone fountain was bedecked with grotesques figures of people holding up a beautifully clad witch and wizard in dark cloaks. Jude's dark eyes shifted between the witch and wizard held aloft and the disfigured people below them a few times before finally realizing that the people holding their weight were in fact ...

"--Muggles!?" he mouthed to himself. How could they? How could the Ministry keep a thing like this in the middle of the Ministry, in its heart?

The tall dark wizard looked around to everyone else to see if they were as appalled by this display of wizard-supremacy as he was but everyone seemed to keep to their own conversations and didn't even give the fountain a second glance. It took all of Jude's discipline not to withdraw his wand and transfigure the fountain into something more suitable and tolerant before he stomped off to the employment offices, thinking less of applying for a job and more to complain to anyone who would listen to him.

After her brief visit to the Employment offices, Rosalie started moving back through the Atrium. Before getting far, her eyes fell on the fountain in the center of the room. Naturally, she moved over, to better look it it. This was the third time she'd been to the Ministry of Magic. The first had been to pick up Mikaila, who was being cared for by an elderly woman after they'd taken her father and mother to Azkaban. The second had been to fill out a job application, this was the third: to find out what had happend to her application.

She wasn't in the best of moods at this point. It had been a week since she sent in her application, and still she'd gotten no reply from them. Of course, she could understand being busy...it was something she was very use to, but all they had to do was pass a paper to her department head. Perhaps that was to much work?

The spiked heals of her black shoes struck the stone floor loudly as she made her way across the room. One hand moved up to tuck some of her waist length, auburn hair behind her ear. It was hanging freely down her back, as always. Of course she'd not have it so free for work. Her hair would get in the way...it usually did after all.

Rosalie stopped by the edge of the fountain, and looked up at the black figures, not really taking them in. She wasn't much in the mood to leave. If she left that would mean she'd be alone in that huge house her grandmother had left her. At least when she was here she saw other people. That was indeed a plus. Human contact was an incredible thing.

After watching it for a while Rosalie sighed, and vanished with a loud CRACK!

On his way to the cafeteria, Jude glanced over at fountain that he found so despicable, wondering when Mr. Newtington the III would sort the mess out. The tall wizard tried to avert his eyes away from sight of the poor Muggles, which he was positively sure now were Muggles, who looked in agony as they carried the burden of the wizards on their feeble backs.

Alison came by the fountain. It was a grand, majestic thing of glory. Too bad it depicted muggle mistreatment. She sat by the edges of it and thought about her work. Jeez, I'm completely new and they're placing me as a liason! How much more intense could it get? And plus...

Alison sighed. It was SUCH a cliche to like-like your co-worker. But he was SO cute. She sighed again and stared wistfully into the fountain. She didn't want to go into the cafeteria, because he was there and it would seem like she was stalker-ing him. She sighed and realised she had no choice. She decided to go back and see what she could do to patch things up. She got up and left for the cafeteria.

Jude, walking with intention toward the disgrace of a fountain, placed his ash wand to his throat gently, muttering "Sonorous."

"Witches and Wizards of the Ministry, emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our mind. End the psychology of wizard-supremacy! Magic is not Might!"

The wizard looked around, waiting for others to stop and watch him before he continued. When he was satisfied with the attention he was getting he continued, waving his wand towards the papers in his hands, lifting them into the air above his head for all to see:



He continued: "The 'Magic is Might' fountain in the center and nucleolus of the Ministry should be replaced and ridden from our Atrium. The Ministry is the soul of this country; the Atrium is the heart of this Ministry. If the heart is poisoned, so will the mind. What example are we setting for our children and following generations? That Muggles should be intolerable? Wiped from the world? Only in their proper standing in society under the weight of the "mighty" witches and wizards of the world? This way of thinking is ignorance and will spread if we take it in inactively. Fight with me and and other conscious witches and wizards to stand against this unnecessary evil! Let us tear down this dark-wizard's statue and from its ashes rebuild the 'Statue of Magical Brethern!' It only takes your signature ... "

Slowly, his reserved character surfaced again as his speech ended, he placed his wand towards his throat and whispered "Quietus." In saying the words it seemed Jude was putting finality to his speech. He turned on his heel and shuffled back up towards his cubicle on the seventh floor, leaving the posters soaring above the heads of the statue.

In his wake was another floating piece of parchment with signatures on it ... the petition. A small note in Jude's handwriting was left above the signatures reading:

Lorraine decided to take a trip down to the Atrium to take of some business with magical maintenance when she heard the voice. The voice of a wizard who sounded like he had a purpose, but was frankly crazy. Just some local lunatic trying to start an uprising, undoubtedly.

And then he leaves this huge, disgusting poster in the middle of the Atrium. Talk about disgraceful, she shook her head and walked away, completely forgetting about the business she had down here. She walked back up to the sixth floor where she would write her counteract to his proposal.

Now, that certainly was new. Doyle paused midstride and took a slight detour from his destination, the lifts, to read the sign hanging in the air above the fountain. "Interesting," he murmured to himself and stepped away, continuing his journey to the lifts.

On his way out of the cafeteria and making his was towards the lifts; Nathaniel glanced up at the imposing fountain and shuddered inwardly. That thing gave him the creeps – it’s subject matter was utterly offensive. He couldn't quite believe that the Ministry still had this monstrosity of a monument proudly displayed within it's walls.

His attention was suddenly taken by a poster floating above the fountain. The message echoed Nathan’s own thoughts exactly. He stood for a moment and read the petition, before promptly signing his name. He didn’t particularly care that it was still only his first day here and may get into trouble. For Nathaniel, morals were much more important than a steady job. The repressing of muggles, and promotion of so-called wizard supremacy was something he was very much opposed to. Someone had had a lot of guts to put that petition there, and Nathan had great admiration for whoever it was.

Dora passed by the fountain and noticed the petition with signatures. She didn't think to sign it; she had to consider the issue deeper. However, a few people had already signed. It was going to be something controversial...

Delilah Carter, the Magical Maintenance and Security Head, made her way to the Magic is Might foutain, which was located on the same floor as her departments. She thought she'd heard something going on out here, and she was correct. Though no one was presently making any loud announcement, Delilah assumed one had been made not long ago.

Evidence was there in the form on multiple posters, which were hovering in the air above the statue. A few of the posters had fluttered to the floor; apparantly the charm put on them hadn't been overly strong. "Accio," the department head said, pointing her short wand towards each fallen parchment. Once she'd collected them all, Delilah took a look at one. With a short, slightly amused laugh, the woman turned and walked away.

Annie passed the fountain, she had seen it her entire life almost and it still looked strange but she thought it gave the place a kind of edge. Water running like this she thought is suppose to have a peaceful effect on people but not around here. Its always busy and crazy. And she walked toward the lifts.

Alison was back, from medical emergency-ness. She was wearing glasses, a very baggy sweat-shirt, jeans, and a traveller's cloak. She sighed and sat down, rubbing her stomach area. I wonder where Chris is... And I should finish that report. I'll have to make dinner too, because the kids are still there... she was thinking feverishly, and sighed again.

Chiara passed the fountain and saw Alison who seemed to be deep in thought. "Mrs. Raine-LaRousse," She said approaching the woman. "How are you?" She asked.