Who: Dirk Cresswell | @dcrxsswxll When: 7 June 1985 Where: Ministry of Magic, Level 5
Nightmare. That was the only way that Arina could manage to describe her morning. If it hadn’t been one thing, it had been another, often in rapid and unrelenting succession. She had taken brief solace in the fact that the day couldn’t get much worse, a thought she would almost immediately regret.Just as soon as she considered it, it was then that she heard it; his incessantly cheerful voice, cascading through the narrow halls of their department. Irony had always been a cruel and unrelenting mistress, particularly where Arina and her green-haired colleague were concerned. Before she could manage to take solace in Lucius’ office, he had arrived at her desk, entirely too eager for her liking. “What is it, Cresswell?”