[Hogwarts Between] Wondering Around the Ministry of Magic (Heath)

[Karen Klutzke]

On Nov 28, 2007 7:12 PM, Brandon Klutzke <cinrus at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> On Nov 28, 2007 6:25 PM, Karen Klutzke <kklutzke at gmail.com> wrote:
> > > > The Professor narrowed his bright blue eyes and studied Heath sharply.
> > > > "And what is your name, young man? I can tell by your expression that
> > > > you're in a mild state of befuddlement, but regardless, it's customary
> > > > and polite to return the introduction."
> > > >
> > > "I'm, oh yes, sorry about that. My name is Heath, Heath Johnson."
> > > replies Heath.
> >
> > "Well, Mr. Johnson, you may borrow Berry to guide you through the
> > depth and breadth of the Ministry of Magic. Berry is very familiar
> > with this place, aren't you Berry?"
> >
> > "Oh, yes Master. Very familiar. All the twistings and turnings." Berry
> > beamed in accomplishment.
> >
> > "Off you go then. Possibly, Mr. Johnson, I will see you at Hogwarts
> > when the term starts? You have the look of a first-year about you."
> > The way that Professor Giles looked at Heath then was similar to the
> > way a praying mantis looks speculatively at a very tasty bug...and
> > then the look was gone, replaced by a smile that lit up the older
> > man's face. Perhaps Heath just imagined it.
> >
> Heath quickly left with Berry. That look, it was only there for the
> briefest of moments, but he knew that he hadn't been making it up. The
> image was way to clear, everything from the glint in the eyes to
> slight curvature of Professor Giles's mouth, all in perfect clearness
> like that of a picture. The suddenly stern, but kind Professor Giles
> was replaced by some one a lot more sinister. Heath didn't know what
> it meant, but that look definitely made him ill at ease. Inspiration
> hit Heath, "So, what's Professor Giles like?" asked Heath is a purely
> conversational tone, or so he hoped. If Heath knew anything about
> servants it was that they liked to gossip about everything, but mostly
> their masters. Reading all those detective novels where about to pay
> off, right?

"Oh, Master is a wonderful Master, he is!" Berry exclaimed, tugging at
Heath's pants as she led him down the hall. "He leaves nice flour bags
where I can find them and make dresses from them..."

And sure enough, when Heath looked more closely at what Berry was
wearing, what he previously took for a shapeless dress did actually
used to be a bag of flour--the printing of the company was still on
the back near the bottom in faded red ink.

"...and he wishes me to look presentable at all times, so I also paint
my nails..."

Berry extended a hand and a bare foot for Heath to inspect--a rather
complicated thing to do while still walking, but somehow she
managed--and Heath saw that the nails were indeed colored with red
nail polish. "Berrylicious is the color," the house elf squeaked, the
tips of her huge ears twitching in pleasure.

The corridor they were currently in bore no resemblance to any place
in the Ministry Heath remembered.