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"So Anna, how do you feel about that?" A woman with kind brown eyes asked me, referring to my previous statement about what it was like to discover the wizarding world. I wanted to ask her how much she gets paid to ask me that question thirty-seven times in the past hour. I figured it would be rude, so I restrained myself.
"It makes me feel suckish." My original statement had been, "It kind of sucks to know that you missed all these opportunities that other kids got." Figures that I felt bad about it. I mean, this lady wasn't even paying attention to my original question.
"I see..." she said as she scribbled on her roll of parchment with a feather. A bit weird if you asked me, but so was Luna's fish necklace. And those fish were still pretty fresh, if you know what I mean.
It had been just over a week since my original trial. I had been living with Luna and her family for that period of time. I still had some buisness here at the ministry though. I had to come in every other day to visit with Ms. Hannels, my 'physciatrist'. More like 'some random dumb blonde hired by the ministry out of pity for my mental state'.
I mean, just now, she was twirling her blonde ringlets and doodling on her parchment with an obscene peacock feather. She was a nice person and all, just annoying. She was probably doing nothing if not deteriorating my mental state.
"Well Anna, I thik weve done quite enough for today. So why don't you wait right here until Mrs. Scamander gets here. I would stay, but I have another appointment right now." Yeah for her nails. She smiled at me sweetly, gathered up her designer purse and left the room.
The moment the door slammed, I stood up, pacing around the room. The walls were a cream color, with a window looking out into the atrium where many wizards and witches were meandering around the fountain on their lunchbreaks. I looked, but there was no sign of Luna or her husband Rolf. This wouldn't be the first time Luna had been late. The other day, Rolf had to take me home after his work was finished for the day because Luna had been attending some conference (about Nowegian Ridgebacks and where to find them in the United Kingdom, none the less) and had forgotten about me.
So today, I wasted no time in leaving the room out the one door.
I opened the door slowly, cautiously exposing the curvy hallway lined with more doors. It seemed empty, so I walked swiftly towards the front offices. I passed the receptionist when she wasn't looking and sprinted towards the lift. The doors shut leaving just me and another man alone. The other guy had curly red hair and spectacles.
"Er, what floor are you going to miss?" He asked, eyeing me skeptically. It was then that an idea sprouted in my mind.
"What floor is the Department of Justice?" I asked.
"That would be floor three. Is that where your'e going?"
"Yep. I need to talk to Hermione Weasley." I said, striking up a conversation. After all, there was no point to having an awkward ride with this nice man for five floors. "Do you know her?" I said, trying to be friendly.
"Yes, she's my sister-in-law." He seemed to be a little irritated with me, but I didn't notice so much at the time.
"Really? No way! That's cool. She's really nice." I exclaimed, looking at him. "What's her husband's name? Is he your brother or something? Or is it your wife's sister?"
"She is married to my brother Ron." He said rather flustered, and a faint blush was creeping up on his face, clashing horribly with his hair. I decided not to bother him anymore. But then I realised I had forgotten something.
"Oh, by the way my name's Anna. It's nice to meet you. What's yours?" I asked, holding out my hand to shake.
"Er... Percy Weasley. The pleasure is all mine." He seemed hesitant as he said so, but I was satisfied.
The door opened moments later and I stepped out. "Well nice talkin' to ya Percy." I wandered into the large reception area, much fancier than the one I had recently been in. The tile was cold marble and big huge pillars framed the cavernous ceiling, connecting it to the ground. I walked over to the huge slab of shiny rock serving as a desk and greeted the receptionist.
"Hi, do you know how I could talk to Hermione Weasley?"
She looked up at me annoyed. She was young, and seemed busy reading some sort of romance novel about vampires. "Mrs. Weasley doesn't have time to speak with any teenagers at the moment."
"Oh, well do you know who else I could talk to about my case?"
"What's your case?" She asked, sitting up and rolling her chair over to some file drawers.
"Oh well let's see, My name is Anastasia..." I began, hoping that's all she would need.
"And?" She rolled her eyes at me. Not a friendly one, this girl.
"I'm one of the werewolf children raised by Greyback, and I need to find out if they have figured out who my parents are yet. Oh, and did I say i'm a werewolf yet?"
"Keep it down!" she hissed. "Some people actually are happy knowing that their children are safe from werewolves!" She scowled, looking around making sure the people walking around the cavernous lobby wouldn't hear.
"Oh, sorry, guess i did say that already. And I'm actually quite nice once you get to know me. I don't exactly enjoy being a werewolf if you know what I mean."
"Oh for heaven's sake, keep it down!" She glared at me. "And anyways, I believe we have moved the case of the remaining ....children to the Auror department."
"Ok, thanks anyways." I said and turned towards the lift again.
This time I referred to the guide and pressed the button for floor two, the auror department, headed by Ron Weasley. Wow, the Weasleys sure were popular around here. I thought, recognizing the name.
The swooping sensation that accompanied the ride in the lift was short-lived as I arrived at my destination swiftly. I entered another reception area, not quite as fancy as the Law Department, but nicer than the first. This receptionist told me to find Ted Lupin, who was holding on to the files for the case. Apparently, Luna was supposed to pick up my file yesterday that contained my parents.
This gave me butterflies in my stomach. I practically skipped towards the offices and cubicles that the receptionist had originally pointed me to. I asked around a bit, gaining a few weird looks. Eventually, i found Ted Lupin's cubicle. It was pretty messy, and a scruffy, brown-haired boy sat at the desk, looking over some papers.
"Um, excuse me." I interjected, making my presence known. "Are you Ted Lupin?"
He looked at me, jumping a little at the sound of my voice, as if he was studying those papers rather intently. "Er, yeah. That's me. Can I help you?" He spun around in his chair.
"Yeah, im here for the werewolf case. I heard you have a file with my parents' names in it? They did some blood test for me? My name is Anastasia."
"Yep I have your file right here." He picked up a manilla folder and handed it to me.
"So, you're a werewolf huh?"
"Um, yeah..."
"Oh don't worry, they gave me this case for a reason. I'm a werewolf too. My dad was one, so therefore I am as well." He smiled at me.
"Really? That's cool. I was changed by Greyback himself." I said, glad to finally meet a normal werewolf. I thought for a moment. "Hey, do you want to open this with me?" I asked referring to the folder. "It would be easier if I had someone with me." I admitted.
"Sure thing. We can head to the break room. I was bound to head there eventually anyways. It should be pretty empty." He got up and led me to the breakroom across the office floor. He opened the door for me and we entered.
We sat at a small table together. I took a deep breath, trying to no avail to let the butterflies settle down. I gave up after a few seconds and simply opened the folder. Inside, was a sheet of paper that said:
'Anastasia; special case, werewolf
Father: Unidentified, assumed to be the late husband of Ginerva Weasley
Mother: Ginerva Weasley-Potter
Age: 39
Description: Red hair, Brown eyes, 5' 6"
Other Family: Mother of James Potter, Albus Potter; Sister of Ron, Percy, George, Fred (deceased), Charlie, and William Weasley; Daughter of Molly and Arthur Weasley
Occupation(s): Used to be Quidditch reporter, played professional Quidditch for the HolyHead Harpies.
Current Place of Residence: St. Mungo's Permanent Ward
Current Physical State: In a coma, about ten years, due to attack by Death Eaters
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