Bjorn had just entered the British Ministry of Magic for the first time, with his candidate Erik Vinteren at his side. Gazing about him, he had noted the large fountain and intricate designs on the ceiling. Impressive, quite impressive. "A much more grandiose style than the Norwegian Ministry, no?" he said conversationally to his companion.

Proceeding through the Atrium, he then came to the entrance for the debate. Digging through his pocket, he handed a shiny object to his companion. Bjorn had taken the liberty of bringing matching name tags for himself and Erik. Made of brushed silver, they were engraved with their names as well as "BoG Candidate" and "BoG Campaign Manager" respectively. Bjorn Berg was all about class. Plus, he abhorred those paper sticky types, and the odds of those being present were too high for him to risk. Always be prepared. Look professional, classy. That was the beginning of his subtle manipulation of minds this evening.

Now, to begin schmoozing.