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Perhaps one of the best features of the Department of Mysteries was its quiet. Scarcely did anyone sprint down the hallways, even less by the hoard. There were some days that Kader might see a single person pass his doorway. Silently. It was one of the reasons he actually pitied the peons who worked on the lower levels, how could they manage to get anything productive done with all those people traipsing by, hanging their heads into their offices.

By now Kader's coworkers knew better than to intrude unannounced, if by his expressions alone. He had never been one inclined to idle chit chat and anything that stood a chance of disrupting the prophecies he was working with was unwelcome. Too much disruption in a single day and Kader had been known to go so far as to ward his door against intruders. The situation wasn't helped by how utterly absorbed he could become in his work, examining past prophecies or meditating on his own.

The future was a tricky thing, without the utmost concentration it could flit away just as easily as a minnow in a lake. Irretrievable.

Today, though, Kader was organizing his reports for his superiors. Collecting all of his jotted notes on various sheets of paper around his office and combining them into something moderately cohesive. He hadn't had any complaints since his first week, so clearly they understood his notes, or summoned someone from runes to decipher them. But, that wasn't his business. Rather, he focused on getting his research done and producing results and if they had difficulty understanding it then that was their problem.

At the sound of the creaky floorboard in the doorway his head rose, along with his eyebrow. "Yes?" He queried, continuing to shuffle through the papers covering his desk. "Is there any particular reason you've decided to darken my door?" Really at the end of the week too, there were things to be done.

[SALLY BRYNE]

As the elevator went down, Sally grasped her arms together tightly. There was something about coming to the Ministry that was so unsettling for Sally. Maybe it was a sense that she was in trouble even though she wasn't—the life of a seer, she guessed.

Whenever a seer had a vision, they had to report it to the Ministry. Even the smallest ones had to be registered. Sill request, Sally thought, but it was the Ministry, and she did not want to mess with the government.

The door opened to the dark space—such a dreary place. The Department of Mysteries. How people worked down here, she wondered. The air almost felt hopeless, and she didn't see many people around either. Not like anything terrible would happen to her at the Ministry, she almost wished she had Nate with her.

It was going to be ok. Quickly report, and Sally would be out of there; hopefully, Sally wouldn't have to return in a long time-she hoped. It's that easy.

Arms still tightly around her, she walked down the hall, confused about where to go. Just like the Ministry always makes it challenging to do anything.

Oh, an open door, and maybe someone could lead to the right path. Approaching the door, she clasped her hands together nervously before she could say something; the person in front of her seemed annoyed already. Well, she thought this would be fun. "Sorry..umm..." she swallowed nervously, not wanting to peeve the man more. "I'm looking for where to report prophecies?" She was already a mess. Why not make it worse?

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Eyes still focused on his papers Kader jotted down another line in his report, only finally looking up at the mention of prophecies. Granted, it could be like the older woman who had been in last week who had seen herself tripping over one of her cats. While leaving the house. To report the vision. Yes, even he wanted the system updated, especially if it meant fewer people traipsing through his office to report the most inane visions - few of which were even real visions. The amount of fraud in the prophecy sub department was too high.

"I can take your report." It was half a grumble, half a sigh as he spun around in his chair to grab the right form. "Take a seat, I'll get your form." Kader gestured to the chair across from his desk over his shoulder as he continued to pick out forms from his organizer, only taking a few moments before he turned back around.

Kader sighed, settling the papers on his desk facing the woman and readying his quill. His tone took on a bit of a drone as he spoke, "You'll need to confirm the veracity of the Prophecy, any found to be unfounded will result in a fine. Please be as thorough as possible in your descriptions." He heaved another heavy sigh as he began to mark the necessary signatory bits.

"Are you ready to begin?"

[SALLY BRYNE]

The room felt tense already. The man seemed...well, not amused, more bothered by her coming in. The awkward silence didn't help as, well. Sally rubbed her hands together, nervous she almost wanted to pull them back in her selves for comfort.

Once he gestured for her to sit, she beelined for the chair. The soon she talked, the faster this would be over, right? Sally placed her hands on her lap, her hand tightly balled together as he grabbed the paperwork.

There was nothing better than the Ministry threatening you with your own abilities. They were the ones that made her report them. Why should she be fine for her visions? "Ok." Sally shook her head, letting him know she understood him.

"I guess so..." His hand came together, holding them together. Sally dared not look at the man; she could tell he was annoyed just by his tone of voice, and the sighs did not help. "It started in water...waves crashing against rocks, maybe on an island?" She questioned her own vision; they weren't her clearest. They came in quick images, almost like snippets of what was happening. "Then a man near the rocks..."

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