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Maybe Dmitry didn't know his way around London quite as well as he'd thought. He'd had to ask a Muggle how to get to work this morning. That had been fairly embarrassing, although the woman had been quite kind in pointing him in the right direction. It was just lucky that he still had his suits with him, because if he'd had to wear a robe in Muggle London he was sure that would have resulted in some strange reactions. He also had to wonder why they weren't in the actual ministry though. Obviously something was wrong, but what?
Dmitry had read the noticeboard before he walked into the office area and was debating on what to do. He was meant to meet up with his boss to discuss what to do if Muggles found them but he didn't know if he was meant to do that now or later. It was a dilemma because Gidyun also wanted to see another employee in his office... As he thought about what to do Dmitry removed his suit jacket and placed it on the back of a chair, putting his briefcase on top of the desk. Communal workspaces were strange. He was used to having his own office. He might have to commandeer one of the empty rooms if he could.
As he was looking around the room in which he would be working he realised that he wasn't actually alone. There was a woman in the room with him, one who he recognised. "Morning Carrie," Dmitry called before taking a sip of the tea he'd bought before work.
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