[Ministry] Meeting With Mrs. Grace

[ashleegreenwell]

Ashlee Greenwell walked down the long stone corridor to the Animagus department. She had scheduled a meeting with Mrs. Grace, the head of the department, to discuss her Animagus status. Having grown up in France, and attending Beaxbatons, she had registered early with their Ministry, mostly because her father had been extremely influential, and felt that it was a vital skill that she learn as soon as possible. She already had an Animagus form. Snow leopard cub. She just needed to see if she could register here, if not, she'd wait. Reaching the office, Ashlee checked her outfit, black tank, dark green skirt to make sure it was presentable, pulled her fiery red hair back in a ponytail, and made sure her posture was perfect and her face had a calm expression. It would not do to walk in looking ragged. Especially when the woman you were meeting with was the mother of one of your friends! Taking a breath to calm her nerves, she raised her hand and gently tapped on the door, then waited for a response.

[Amelia Grace]

Amelia Grace slowly sipped from her hot chocolate - which many of her coworkers assumed to be coffee, though she hated the stuff - while finishing up her much deserved break, only a measely forty-five minutes in the afternoon before work picked up again. The day had been lacking of anything interest, to put it mildly; her schedual was stuffed full of interviews, meetings, and permit applicant's. She had just finished replying to a few owl's when she glanced at the time, realising that a.. Amelia glanced at the piece of parchment in front of her, scouring the paper for the person's name. A Miss Ashlee Greenwell, was here to discuss the possibility of a permit. Apparently this girl was one of her daughter's friends, however the woman was a tad skeptical.. Even she knew Erys' feelings on the matter of animagi overpopulus at Hogwarts. So many of her friends were suddenly popping up with the skill, it was too conveniant for her liking. Perhaps she should take a brief visit sometime next week when her schedual wasn't too full? Perhaps.

Gently placing the warm mug down on her orderly desk, Amelia then heard the knock on the door. "Come in." She beckoned in a calm voice, fingers clasped and resting on the table. Gesturing towards one of the two chairs seated in front of her desk, the animagus forced herself to wait for Ashlee to get settled. This was, after all, a mere child, and a friend of Erys' too. Must appear hospitable. "So, Miss Greenwell," Amelia began, "How old are you?" Just to be sure the answer matched the one on the letter. The main reason for her concern of the little details was that this student hadn't been on her animagus list, which was strange, seeing as everyone known was on it. This must mean that the recent transfer to the school had been hiding her abilities, and that wouldn't do at all.

Once she received a reply, the next few questions would soon be rattled off, "How long have you trained to be an animagi?" and, "Who was your tutor?" were first. "Care to explain to me how one as old as yourself happened to master one of the most difficult abilities every known to wizardkind?" There was a hard gleam in her eye; this woman meant business, no matter if Ashlee was a friend of Erys or not.[/color]

[ashleegreenwell]

Ashlee stepped into the room and nodded calmly. "Miss Grace." she said by way of meeting, she took a breath. "I am fifteen, my tutor was my father, he taught me early because he felt it was a vital skill that I learn as soon as possible. His Animagus is a lion. My father is very high in the French ministry, so he managed to get me registered with them early." She took another breath, and continued, "So I came to you, to see if I could register here. If you would prefer for me to wait until I am of age, I will gladly do so."