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Lindsay Shire walked down the bustling streets of downtown London, lost in her own thoughts of nothing important. Her tan trench coat, which she had bought earlier that week, billowed around her ankles and her black purse knudged her knee periodically. Lindsay sighed, suddenly seeing a red phone booth on the street corner ahead. She walked up to it, examining the outside of the tall box. It seemed a very strange place to have a telephone booth, but she suddenly remembered having to call a friend at 2:00. She checked her watch.
"Dang it," She said. "It's 3:26."
She quickly got in, taking out her coins and putting some in the slot. She stuffed the rest into her pocket, picking up the receiver. She was about to dial the number when something inside the phone shifted. She stared at it, but then decided it had been nothing. She was about to dial '6' when something at the bottom of the box shifted as well. Now this was starting to get weird!
Lindsay was about to get out when the booth started to... move?! It was moving down beneath the street. She started banging on the sides and door, yelling to be let out. Suddenly, the space below her opened up into what appeared to be an underground business of some kind. It had to be big, there were tons of people hustling and bustling to and fro beneath her feet. She didn't understand. How was this possible? How could this phone booth have the ability to do this with her only putting in some coins?
When the booth reached the ground, she was a little scared to get out. Maybe it would just take her back up again. After all, these people started appearing out of green flames in fireplaces. How the hell did they do that?! She was seriously terrified now, but it seemed her weight was holding down the box from going back up. She sighed and opened the door, getting out and closing the door behind her. It slowly ascended upward, back towards the ceiling... or was it the ground? Lindsay was confused.
She was beginning to be pushed and jostled by the crowd, so she began walking towards where everyone else was. She saw a huge statue of a golden man, and hundreds of little blue envelopes fly over her head. Finally, she spotted what looked like a front desk a few feet away. She sighed in relief, walking over to it, but accidentally knocking into a slightly tall worker. He dropped the papers he was holding, and Lindsay immediately bent down to pick them back up. He did the same.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see where I was going." She felt her cheeks going red. She hated embarrassing herself.
"It's no problem."
Lindsay was surprised at how calm his voice was. As she put the papers into a pile, she saw some quick sentences that had been written in extremely neat handwriting. "Patient 315 had the only positive side-affects in the study. Hovered 3 feet off of the ground 7 days after potion was taken." "Dragon is now in captivity, but extreme measures must be taken to protect all visitors." "170 new broomsticks and 3 new Snitch's needed for Department of Magical Games and Sports. Needed soon, as all brooms keep flying into walls." Lindsay's eyes widened in disbelief. Potions that made people hover? Dragons? Flying broomsticks? What kind of a sick dream was this?! The man stood up and so did she.
"Thanks for all your help. My name's Aiden, Aiden Poynter. What's yours?" He smiled.
"Uhh, Lindsay. Lindsay Shire." She stuck out her hand, waiting for him to shake it.
"Very nice to meet you, Lindsay." He took her hand a kissed it, looking up at her.
"Oh please," She thought. "That was so cliche." But she smiled anyway, reminding herself to put hand sanitizer on when he left.
"Now, you must be new. I don't recognize your name from any of the lists of employees that we have."
She stammered.
"Uhh... y-yes. I'm an intern here. First d-day."
He chuckled.
"Well, there's no need to be nervous. I remember my first day. Trust me, it gets easier." He laughed, and she awkwardly laughed along with him. He looked at his watch. It was the same as hers!
"I have to go now. It was nice to meet you. Hope we meet again real soon." He winked and smiled, turning his back on her and walking towards one of the various elevators at the end of the hall. Lindsay scoffed, turning back to the desk. Talk about desperate.

When Lindsay reached the desk, she cleared her throat in order to get the lady's attention. When she looked up, she started with the question she'd had since the phone booth had left.
"Excuse me, but what is this place?"
The lady laughed. When she spoke, she had a heavy Irish accent depart from her lips.
"You're a new one, a'int ya? And what, did someone place an obliviate charm on ya?" She laughed again. Lindsay didn't see what was so funny.
"Kid, this is the Ministry of Magic. Surely you heard of us at school." Lindsay nodded, pretending to know what the heck this lady was telling her. She nodded back.
"Well, you must be our new intern in The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. Is that correct?" Lindsay nodded absentmindedly, not knowing what the heck she was doing anymore.
"Alright, you'll want to go up to Level Two. Go to the main office and ask for Arthur Weasley. He'll be able to show you what you need to do next. Good luck!" She smiled in a sickly cheerful way. Lindsay tried to smile back, but it was extremely hard to as she realized what had just happened. Where was she? And what was she going to do?

Description
Lindsay Shire walked down the bustling streets of downtown London, lost in her own thoughts of nothing important. Her tan trench coat, which she had bought earlier that week, billowed around her ankles and her black purse knudged her knee periodically. Lindsay sighed, suddenly seeing a red phone booth on the street corner ahead. She walked up to it, examining the outside of the tall box. It seemed a very strange place to have a telephone booth, but she suddenly remembered having to call a friend at 2:00. She checked her watch.
"Dang it," She said. "It's 3:26."
She quickly got in, taking out her coins and putting some in the slot. She stuffed the rest into her pocket, picking up the receiver. She was about to dial the number when something inside the phone shifted. She stared at it, but then decided it had been nothing. She was about to dial '6' when something at the bottom of the box shifted as well. Now this was starting to get weird!
Lindsay was about to get out when the booth started to... move?! It was moving down beneath the street. She started banging on the sides and door, yelling to be let out. Suddenly, the space below her opened up into what appeared to be an underground business of some kind. It had to be big, there were tons of people hustling and bustling to and fro beneath her feet. She didn't understand. How was this possible? How could this phone booth have the ability to do this with her only putting in some coins?
When the booth reached the ground, she was a little scared to get out. Maybe it would just take her back up again. After all, these people started appearing out of green flames in fireplaces. How the hell did they do that?! She was seriously terrified now, but it seemed her weight was holding down the box from going back up. She sighed and opened the door, getting out and closing the door behind her. It slowly ascended upward, back towards the ceiling... or was it the ground? Lindsay was confused.
She was beginning to be pushed and jostled by the crowd, so she began walking towards where everyone else was. She saw a huge statue of a golden man, and hundreds of little blue envelopes fly over her head. Finally, she spotted what looked like a front desk a few feet away. She sighed in relief, walking over to it, but accidentally knocking into a slightly tall worker. He dropped the papers he was holding, and Lindsay immediately bent down to pick them back up. He did the same.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see where I was going." She felt her cheeks going red. She hated embarrassing herself.
"It's no problem."
Lindsay was surprised at how calm his voice was. As she put the papers into a pile, she saw some quick sentences that had been written in extremely neat handwriting. "Patient 315 had the only positive side-affects in the study. Hovered 3 feet off of the ground 7 days after potion was taken." "Dragon is now in captivity, but extreme measures must be taken to protect all visitors." "170 new broomsticks and 3 new Snitch's needed for Department of Magical Games and Sports. Needed soon, as all brooms keep flying into walls." Lindsay's eyes widened in disbelief. Potions that made people hover? Dragons? Flying broomsticks? What kind of a sick dream was this?! The man stood up and so did she.
"Thanks for all your help. My name's Aiden, Aiden Poynter. What's yours?" He smiled.
"Uhh, Lindsay. Lindsay Shire." She stuck out her hand, waiting for him to shake it.
"Very nice to meet you, Lindsay." He took her hand a kissed it, looking up at her.
"Oh please," She thought. "That was so cliche." But she smiled anyway, reminding herself to put hand sanitizer on when he left.
"Now, you must be new. I don't recognize your name from any of the lists of employees that we have."
She stammered.
"Uhh... y-yes. I'm an intern here. First d-day."
He chuckled.
"Well, there's no need to be nervous. I remember my first day. Trust me, it gets easier." He laughed, and she awkwardly laughed along with him. He looked at his watch. It was the same as hers!
"I have to go now. It was nice to meet you. Hope we meet again real soon." He winked and smiled, turning his back on her and walking towards one of the various elevators at the end of the hall. Lindsay scoffed, turning back to the desk. Talk about desperate.

When Lindsay reached the desk, she cleared her throat in order to get the lady's attention. When she looked up, she started with the question she'd had since the phone booth had left.
"Excuse me, but what is this place?"
The lady laughed. When she spoke, she had a heavy Irish accent depart from her lips.
"You're a new one, a'int ya? And what, did someone place an obliviate charm on ya?" She laughed again. Lindsay didn't see what was so funny.
"Kid, this is the Ministry of Magic. Surely you heard of us at school." Lindsay nodded, pretending to know what the heck this lady was telling her. She nodded back.
"Well, you must be our new intern in The Department of Magical Law Enforcement, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. Is that correct?" Lindsay nodded absentmindedly, not knowing what the heck she was doing anymore.
"Alright, you'll want to go up to Level Two. Go to the main office and ask for Arthur Weasley. He'll be able to show you what you need to do next. Good luck!" She smiled in a sickly cheerful way. Lindsay tried to smile back, but it was extremely hard to as she realized what had just happened. Where was she? And what was she going to do?