Scouring the Ministry of Magic

[Michael Galati]

Michael stepped into the broken down telephone booth and looked around. "What am I supposed to do again?", he asked himself, "Oh, right... 6-2-4-4-2... M-A-G-I-C" He punched in the keys and the Welcome Witch's voice spoke to him. "Welcome Mr. Galati... What is your business with the ministry today?" "I am here to see if a Mister Hanschen Gabor is here," He responded. Upon completion of his statement, a small bage popped out of the coin slot on the seemingly broken down machine. It read:
Mr. Michael Galati, In quest to find his lover...
Michael rolled his eyes..."Could they tell the world a bit more about my life? As if in response, the Welcome Witch's voice was heard again. "Would you prefer it say this?":

Mr. Michael Galati, In quest of his MALE lover whom he left and is desperately trying to find in order to GET INTO HIS PANTS and someday marry because they are madly in love

She asked this very testily. "Would that fit on a button this size?, "he replied as he pinned the button to his chest, knowing that it would be useless to argue his point about the statement on his chest. The Welcome Witch didn't respond.

The phone booth began to sink into the ground as if it were a lift, and nearly a minute later, Michael reached the Atrium and worked his way through the crowds toward the information desk.

[keir]

Keir didn't exactly know where on Earth he had gone to. All he knew was that he was going to try and get out after talking to a few people. Well, he was new to this stuff. Since he never went to a Magical School his whole life, and not until recently did he lamely figure out that he was a Wizard. Psh, and he was 27! But, his Parents wanted him to be atleast normal in some way, though that was a bad thing to even try

[/i] on his part. He had actually gotten mistaken as a female already in this place. Were people seriously blind? He didn't know, and frankly on his part he didn't think he looked like a Woman. Nu uh. Far from that. Though, the long hair, and femenine facial structure would be a reason why, but he ignored it. As he wove his way through the crowd, he was busy looking in a different direction to not realize that he had just ran into someone.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

Michael was nearly knocked over by someone as he was nearing The Fountain of Magical Brethren in the center of the Atrium. A rather pretty someone. Michael looked over the person. Male or Female... I DON'T KNOW! Male, I guess. "Excuse me, er, sir. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm trying to find someone I lost..." Michael was babbling. Usually Hanschen's job, but this time Michael took it over. "... I'm so stressed."

Michael looked around for him. "GOD There are so many people here... I'll never find him...."

((OOC: Sorry for the long time between postings... Tristan called me begging for comfort. The interview at Boston Market is today... OY VEY! So needy... lol God, love Tristan though. We're best buddies!))

[keir]

[[It's allright]]

Keir stumbled backwards, ramming into someone else. Damn his own clumsyness! He winced, and glanced at the person behind him, and they just gave him a threatening glare, and continued on passed him. His face was confused, and he looked at the first person he had bumped into, and lamely bounced off of. No, not because the other person was ... 'big'. Just because he himself was already too thin, and easiy was pushed about. He looked apologeticly at the other guy. "Sorry. I should have paid attention to where I was going. And, oh, uhm, then I guess you're at the right place. Even though I have not the slightest clue where I am,

[/i]" he said. Indeed a males voice, and a strong German accent to him speaking English. The only reason he still had his accent was because he just moved to this place.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

"You don't know where you are?" How doesn't he know where he is... "You are in the English Ministry of Magic. Do you need some help?"

Michael hadn't forgot about Hanschen, but this seemed a more pressing issue. "I can help you find your way out if you need me to..." Michael smiled trying to seem knowledgeable even though this was only his second time in this place.

((OOC: Darn! Tristan called again. Arrived at the interview to early and wanted someone to talk to to keep calm... I swear...lol))

[keir]

Keir stared at the stranger, and thought about it for a moment. "I don't know. I don't want to get in the way with what you were doing,

[/i]" he said. He didn't like to really intrude on stuff. And this person was trying to find someone, and he didn't want to get in his way, and stuff.

[[okay]][/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

"Well, maybe you could help me look, then I could help you get out of here?," Michael asked truly concerned that this person didn't know where they were. You know, Michael, it might be better to know this person's name before you ask them to accompany you somewhere... Where are your manners? "What is your name, anyway?," Michael asked casually.

[keir]

Keir rubbed at his temple, and looked around as the crowd grew thicker. "I guess. Thanks?

[/i]" he said, and looked around again. He didn't know how long this person would take, and all he knew was that he wanted out. But he'd wait to go anyway. It was worth it he figured. "Keir Gotral,[/i]" he said his name, and extended his hand out for the other man to shake.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

Michael grabbed the other man's hand firmly. "I'm Michael Galati. Pleasure to meet you. Well, off we go... I'm looking for the Department of Potions and Magical Drafts... It's the last place that I knew that Hanschen was working..."

Michael headed off in the direction of the lifts that were on the Eastern wall. Crammed in the lift with what seemed to be a million other people, Michael asked having to speak loudly over the other people in an attempt to be heard, "Where do you work, Mr. Gotral?"

[keir]

Keir looked around the lift, and found himself staying back in a corner in the front. He had atleast the smallest bit of space, since he was away from the people. Then he heard the question that Micheal shot at him, he stood on his toes to answer it so that the other person woulc atleast hear it somewhat. "Hogwarts,

[/i]" he said. Figuring that was an obvious answer in reply, but maybe it wasn't and that's why he asked. He didn't know exactly.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

((OOC: Sorry again for the delay... Tristan got the job... Celebration via phone...))

"I see," he shouted back, "I've never been what's it like there?"

A loud voice boomed over the people in the lift.

[glow=red,2,300]Floor #3 Department of Magical Accidents and Catastophes and The Department of Potions and Magical Drafts![/glow]

"This is our floor!," Michael shouted as he pushed his way out of the lift, bumping his head on one of the interdepartmental memos which flew from department to department as he exited.

[keir]

Keir squeezed his way out of the corner of the lift to follow the man out of it. He felt like a lost puppy following someone home or something. Even though he was most likely older than this person, he didn't look as old as he really was at the moment. "Big Castle. Not many teachers though. Alot of students,

[/i]" he said. Though, he hadn't exactly met any of the teachers. Just. heard of them. Well, mainly the Head of the Houses. Which was only him and some other guy he couldn't even remember. Not that he exactly met the fellow anyway.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

Michael nodded in understanding, as he reached the desk at the end of a long hallway that had a floating banner above it. It read: The Department of Potions and Magical Drafts

When they both had reached the desk, Michael inquired to the rather fat and quite ugly recoptionist, "Does a Hanschen Gabor work in this department?"

The woman pointed her wand at a filing cabinet behind her, and some folders flew out and landed on her desk. She sifted through the papers. "I'm sorry, according to our records, Mr. Gabor left our employment a few months ago..." "Damn," Michael cursed, "Do you have where he was going?" "Yes, but it is against policy to tell you his location... I'm sorry." "It's ok, thank you anyway."

Michael started to the lift without thinking of the person he was supposed to be taking with him. I can't believe he's not here. I have to find him... To let him know that I love him, and that I'm sorry I left...I was so scared. Michael began to cry weakly. He stopped and leaned against a wall, letting himself slide to a sitting postion.

[keir]

Gabor? How did that sound so familar to Keir? He didn't know, but he stood there thinking on it with his brows furrowed. The lady at the desked asked him if he wanted something, and he shook his head. Looking around for the man, and ran over to the figure sitting on the ground, back pressed against the wall, and he could hear the very small faint sobs coming from him. Gabor... Gabor.. Gabor... Damn, he was trying his hardest, when it finally hit him! Proffesor Gabor! He worked at Hogwarts, and was Head of Hufflepuff. No, Keir hadn't met him, nope, but he could atleast help this Micheal person. "You said, Gabor right?

[/i]" he asked Micheal, just for double check.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

Michael looked up, hearing a voice talking to him. Oh, right, I'm supposed to be helping him out of here. And, here you are, blubbering like a baby...

"Er, right. Gabor, Hanschen Gabor." Michael sniffled. "He's my... Well, nevermind what he is... I just need to find him... But, it doesn't look like I'm going to find him here... Come on, let's go. I'll help you get out of here." Michael started towards the lift, wiping the tears from his face as he walked.

[keir]

Keir followed behind Micheal back into the Lift to leave this place. "I think I know where he works at now!

[/i]" he said over the crowd of people that were still there. How they could just stand there without really being bothered by so many people, he didn't know. Him not likeing crowded places that were all small. He kind of got closterphobic sometimes.[/blockquote]

[Michael Galati]

"I think I know where he works at now!"

Michael turned on his heel. "What?, You know Hanschen? How do you know Hanschen? Where is he?"

Hanschen, OH GOD, HANSCHEN! I might just find you yet! I'm gonna find you. What a turn of events... I meet a random guy in the Ministry of Magic, who has no idea where he is, and then he tells me he knows Hanschen... This is weird...

[ddddyyyy]

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