February 3rd, 1894 — Ministry of Magic Offices
Spirit Division

Bright and early. It was how Persephone Broadmoor had always preferred to conduct her business where possible; what was the point, after all, in waiting around? She had even managed to call in a favours to make an appointment, not something a woman of her position in the world typically garnered in the Spirit Division. It was not something the witch had wanted to risk... alerting the Ministry of Magic to, but it had been more than a month since she had last seen Thomasin—more than a month since the failed attempt to replace her friend's spirit into a physical body, and Persy begrudgingly admitted that she needed...

Not help. Almost never help. Information.

She had borrowed some papers of her father's the night before, that she would have a splendid excuse for her mother, and departed for the Ministry of Magic offices. Her first stop saw Persephone, indeed, deliver the papers to a secretary in the auror office before returning herself once more to the lift and descending to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. 

"I thank you for taking the time to see me," Persy remarked primly once settled into a meeting room in the Spirit Division. Just because she often chose to put up a more brusque face did not mean she lacked the skills and knowledge to be polite when the situation warranted it.

Invitational to one of:
Desiderius Morgan Fortitude Greengrass Sapphire Weasley
or any Spirit Div employee!

  

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do you know what happened that night?

— mj makes glorious sets! —

Most people didn't make appointments with the Spirit Division. Most people merely filed complaints. Occasionally they did so loudly and spontaneously and in person. Scheduled appointments were usually reserved for people who worked with spirits much more regularly, or who had reason to care about their wellbeing. Winnifred Fudge came in occasionally to ask about the legality of something she and her husband were trying to do, for example. Mrs. Daphnel had been in thrice to ask about measures that could be taken to make her son more "comfortable", the definition of which Ford had still never successfully discerned from her. Regardless, appointments were usually reserved for people who were known to the division already. Ford wasn't aware of a Miss Broadmoor, so he had no idea precisely what any of this was about.

It would have been fine on another day, but his caseload had been stacked up over the weekend and he'd yet to make much progress on it. He was hoping whatever this was could be handled swiftly.

"Of course," he agreed, as though he'd had any choice in the matter. The secretary had simply added it to his desk calendar for the day. "Was your appointment today regarding a specific spirit?"

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Set by Lady!