12th June, 1894 — Ministry of Magic Atrium
Jude was hanging about in the Atrium; he had been for some time. He had an appointment with a Ministry official, with whom he had been exchanging letters for some time (less productively than he would have liked), but the welcome witch on duty hadn’t let him through yet. Jude suspected they were stalling. In another ten minutes, she’d probably tell him Mr. — had taken ill and gone home. Hm. People and questions they didn’t want to answer.
In the meantime, he had read his way through a collection of Ministry notices and public service announcements – presently working his way through a review of the Wizengamot’s current cases and proposed-legislation-in-process – when one of his old friends from Public Information Services ambled past, apparently on her way out. Jude waved her over. “Miss Sinistra,” he said, with a wry smile. “How are you?”
He tapped the Wizengamot update. “This one of yours?”
In the meantime, he had read his way through a collection of Ministry notices and public service announcements – presently working his way through a review of the Wizengamot’s current cases and proposed-legislation-in-process – when one of his old friends from Public Information Services ambled past, apparently on her way out. Jude waved her over. “Miss Sinistra,” he said, with a wry smile. “How are you?”
He tapped the Wizengamot update. “This one of yours?”
