#amissafide

Andromeda always got turned around in the Ministry, no matter how many times she had come there to interview employees for the Prophet. And the worst part was that they all assumed that she knew her way around there because she was there so much. But she usually found someone to follow out without making it obvious that that was what she was doing. But she had been wandering the halls for several minutes and she just felt like she was wandering deeper and deeper rather then back towards the entrance. She was worried that she was going to find herself somewhere that she shouldn’t be and the Prophet would be publishing a story about a reporter that got into something that she shouldn’t. 

Andy was relieved when someone walked out of an office up ahead. “Excuse me?” Andromeda called out and started to walk a little bit faster. “I’m so sorry, I’m hopelessly lost,” she started, but a smile formed on her lips when she recognized Emmeline. She had been behind her at Hogwarts, But Andromeda had always liked her. Thought that she was one of the good Slytherins with a good head on her shoulders. “Emmeline! I’m so glad that it was you that I ran into. How are you?” She asked.

Especially not when it came to someone who worked for the Order too. In the office they were, with a case file in his hand, but that wasn’t exactly what he was keen on discussing. As he approached Emmeline, there was an insistent glint in his eye that hopefully expressed the mild urgency he felt when he felt like he was talking in code, one to be decoded by someone he wasn’t sure even knew how to read him.

“You’re needed for this next case I’m working on,” he started. But instead of putting the file on her desk, he tilted his head up. “Are you free for lunch? I’m sure we can chat, if—if you’re not busy.”