Allright here we are. Chapter 22
Chapter 22:Part One: Mischeif in The Ministry
The two women were up and dressed to kill, literally, by 10am. After marching down to the lobby and giving the receptionist, the same one as the previous day, her worst look Ivy pushed open the door and they crossed the street to the public toilets where Dumbledore had so thoughtfully placed their Port key. Osanna wrinkled her nose in distaste, "The sooner we find out about Dumbledore and can stop coming here the better, I�m not sure how much of this I can take?" Ivy nodded in agreement as she pushed open the door to the cubicle, "I for one will not be sorry to see the back of this place." Placing their fingers on the toothbrush, they felt the familiar tug and closed their eyes. Moments later, they arrived outside the Ministry of Magic. Looking around Ivy spied the Telephone booth that was supposed to be their way in, "Gah forget this," She snorted, "I�m aparating. If they don�t like it well they can just complain can�t they?" With that there was a loud POP and she disappeared from view. Osanna shook her head and sighed; Ivy was always a tad on the headstrong side. There was another POP and Osanna too disappeared.
Inside there were many shocked expressions as Osanna appeared next to Ivy.
Ivy was shooting people looks daring them to challenge her, Osanna put a hand on her shoulder and gently led her towards the wand weigh in. "Some time we will come back here and they will have to treat us with respect." Ivy hissed between her teeth. " Yes, but until then it won�t do for us to get in too much trouble dear. Patience is a virtue!" Ivy�s head snapped round at her friends last words, but she caught the teasing glint in her eye and bit back the scathing retort that was on her lips and instead laughed. They approached the bored looking man at the desk and Ivy thumped her cane on the floor impatiently. The man jumped and his eyes snapped upwards and nearly popped out of his head. "URRR" he stuttered. Sweat starting to bead on his brow.
"We are HERE from Hogwart's, and Dumbledore" Ivy stated clearly, her tone of voice rather annoyed. The man swiped at his forehead and took a deep breath.
"Uhhhhhh" was all he managed to say. Ivy quirked her brows and took a deep breath as if to calm herself. "This is wand weigh in CORRECT?"
He nodded and Osanna approached him and handed over her wand. He took it and placed it upon the scale. The information slip quickly sputtered out of one end.
"Let's see, 11' Rowan Wood, with a VERY strong core of Dragon Heartstring! Slightly bendy!"
Osanna nodded and tried not to laugh as Ivy slammed her wand down on the counter. The man placed it upon the scale and with shaking hands tore the information slip free.
"Errrr, 12 and a half inches, dark ebony wood, rigid and inflexible, with a core of 6 Veela hairs..." the man trailed off and shuddered.
Ivy snickered as the man gave them their wands back and filed the slips away.
"To check in you need to sign here, you said you were from Hogwart's do you have a...."
Osanna fumbled in her bag and pulled out the slip Dumbledore had given them for access to the Restricted sections of the ministry. It was crumpled and in the shape of a ball, so she merely tossed it on top of his desk with a smirk. "A note? Yes we do,� she stated, pointing at the ball of paper she had tossed at him.
He managed a nervous smile and unwrapped the note, he looked it over, muttered some sort of incantation over it, checking for authenticity no doubt then nodded.
"All right, it's valid, the restricted area's your looking for would be around that corner, down the hall, make a right...."
Before he could finish Ivy had already turned on one heel and began her way down the hall, Osanna sprinting after to catch up. She grabbed Ivy by the shoulder in an attempt to slow her down.
"We have to act calm and cool, can�t have anyone suspecting us." Osanna whispered into Ivy's ear.
Ivy made a face at no one in particular, but slowed her pace. "I suppose you right, fine, fine tae the lead!" she then made a sweeping gesture with her arm and allowed Osanna to lead the way, Ivy was on the headstrong side of things, and even if she hated to admit it, the outcome would be much more favorable if Osanna were in control.
The two turned the corner of the long hallway and then turned to their right. Indeed, as promised was the Restricted area of the Ministry, this made obvious by the huge, red script on a sign above the doorway that clearly stated "RESTRICTED: DO NOT ENTER {without permission}" Ivy chuckled and followed Osanna through the glass doors.