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

[Karen Klutzke]

On Dec 3, 2007 7:56 PM, Brandon Klutzke <cinrus at gmail.com> wrote:
>
> 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.
> >
> > Although the Ministry Halls were getting less familiar than becoming more so, Heath was not unnerved. He half expected to have to walk through a lake to get back to where his parents are. Meanwhile Berry continued to prattle on and on about how nice her master was. Heath on the other hand didn't like anyone who forced their servants, no matter the species, race, sub-race, or what ever Berry was, to wear flour bags. As for berrylicious finger nail polish, it was all Heath could do to keep from gagging. "I swear if I ever see a whole bottle of of that nail polish I think I'm going to loose my lunch." thought Heath, "My breakfast and my dinner too for that matter." Looking around Heath asks, "Uh, Berry, are you sure you know where we're going?" Some how while Heath was off in his own thoughts Berry had led him to a very dark very small room. If Heath didn't know better he would swear they were in somebody's closet.

"It's a shortcut, it is!" Berry announced happily. He felt her tug him
forward again, there was a brief sensation of passing through
something, and Heath suddenly found himself standing on a polished
dark wood floor, rows of fireplaces lining the walls, and a blue and
gold ceiling far overhead. He was back in the lobby.

"There you are!"

Heath turned and there was his mother, hands on her hips and--unlike
Berry--not looking at all happy.