Zoe entered the room a bit worried. She had never thought that owning a magical plant could cause so much trouble. Not that her plant had done anything, but she did need to report she had one. Smiling brightly, she took a seat and waited her turn.

As she waited, she glanced around the room. There were some folks there she thought she might have seen around, but she was still new to the Ministry and faces began to get muddled. She was horrible at remembering people and names, unless they were under the age of 5, and always felt more at ease waiting to be approached rather than striking up a conversation with others.