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.