âItâs common knowledge enough, innit? Finding out that isnât goinâ to be some earth shatterinâ revelation to me,â he replied, huffing out a small laugh. Seers were notoriously unreliable, especially in recent times: war was the perfect feeding ground for them, really. âIâm almost certain Iâm goinâ to end up laughinâ - inappropriate as that might be.â Alastor followed Ameliaâs line of sight, pushing a hand through his unruly curls. âIâm probably the last person youâd find here,â he answered, âand catching a couple oâ bastards on a day outâs goinâ to be sheer luck.â He really hadnât thought his plan through, not when heâd stormed out of his office and ended up here of all places. âDidnât really have anything to do - surprisinâ how slow the Ministry gets when everyoneâs at a circus. What âbout you? Canât be the clowns that attracted you; thereâs enough oâ those at work.â
âOh, I thought the Ministry itself was a circus? Yes, complete with clowns. Perhaps no one could tell the difference, which is why theyâve all ended up here instead.â Amelia joked. They werenât wrong though. There were times in which Amelia thought jumping through a hoop while doing a triple backflip would be easier then getting something done in her Department. Not that it stopped her from trying her hardest.Â
She shrugged in response to Alastor. âThought Iâd just have a look around, see what all the fuss was about. And youâd never believe it, but one or two people have been saying that I need a break of all things. Can you believe that?âÂ











