sunny skies, cloudy minds. [open]

As if he hadn't anything better to do than listening to some people whine, dictate, and create disorder out of his progress. He was far too educated to listen to this. It was lucky they were related to his superiors or he would have hexed them out of his office. Honestly, he had put in an effort at his job, he was organized, he was diligent, he was precise about his conclusions and even - fair - to an extent. He decided to take a deep breath and take a break, something he rarely did. Actually, it was something he almost never did because, breaks, in Chael's opinion, were for weak people who did not think of the time they were wasting.

Working for the Department of Magical Law and Justice wasn't exactly what he had hoped it would be. There was almost no room to work up from his position which was unfortunate because he personally saw himself as the only clever person in the whole department. It was all about who you knew and what you were willing to do for them rather than actual skill or professionalism. He let out a deep sigh, and grabbed his coat and made his way out into the visitors' lobby. He was on the second floor, and though he knew it was a perfectly sunny day outside, there was very little sunshine coming through the enchanted windows.

"Honestly, this place is like a smoking a cigarette without the nicotine -- " he complained to himself, as he walked towards the elevator. He wanted nothing more than to feel alive again. He would never admit it but he almost would have loved to see Alvin Hadditch, from his school days, walk in the door. To be honest, it would surprise him for him to land in this area of the Ministry but nevertheless, it wasn't  happening today.

Just before entering the elevator something stopped him from getting in, he felt a tug on his shirt and immediately turned around to see what the hell it was for.

Drumming her fingers lazily on the end-table, Maja watched the passers-by from her roost, nestled in an exquisitely comfortable armchair in the visitor’s lobby. She was visiting Elias for the weekend, and as usual her brother’s last meeting of the day was running late. She didn’t mind, though. The youngest Dörfler had been productive enough early in the week (and over the prior weekend) that she’d earned that Friday afternoon off, and so she had opted to leave for London early rather than wait until dinner. More often than not it was easiest to meet Elias at the Ministry and so here she was, sipping a steaming mug of oolong tea and people-watching.

The relative monotony was broken, however, when a dark-haired young man strode past her a few feet away – quickly followed by a soft slap of something hitting the floor, with characteristic sort of jangle to it that suggested metal clinking together. Maja’s ears pricked at the sound and she immediately glanced up to see what had fallen. A coin-purse, it seemed.
‘How careless,’ was the first thought that came to her mind, unbidden. The Klyk Vampira was a tough critic more often than not. And yet, she wouldn’t feel quite right allowing the man to walk away, hapless…

“Sir!” she called to the man’s quickly-retreating back – but he apparently hadn’t heard in his haste to get to the lifts. Maja inhaled again, but stopped short. She could call out again, but it was unlikely to have any more of an effect than her first attempt. Furthermore, she wasn’t particularly keen on hollering across the lobby and making a scene for it.

Her blue-gray eyes flicked from the small purse on the ground to the dark-haired man and back again. Ambitious and self-serving as she could be, Maja Dörfler was most assuredly not a thief. And while not exactly the altruistic type, she wasn’t incapable of a kind gesture every now and then. Could she catch him up in time? She had long legs, and the lifts were notoriously slow…
With a small huff of indignation upon making her decision, she placed her still-warm teacup on the end-table, rose quickly to her feet, leaned down to pluck up the money in-stride, – her low heels clicking smartly on the marble floor – and reached him just as the lift doors began to open.

Opting for the more direct route this time, the brunette reached out a manicured hand and gave the back of his shirt a brisk tug. That got his attention well enough; he whipped around suddenly, and the German witch was momentarily taken aback by how quickly he had reacted. Maja blinked.

“You dropped this,” she informed him, holding out the object in question and tilting her head towards where she had been sitting. Her English was quite good, though not without accent.
“Just there. Tried to catch you then, but I don’t think you heard.”

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