 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
It didn't matter who you were or what department you worked in, observation was essential to working at the ministry. Or at least, Emmalee thought so. After all, mixing up devil's snare and flitterbloom would be a deadly mistake, even if all you were doing was checking inventory when a new shipment of samples came in.
A misplaced number on a form could mean 800 boxes of quills instead of 80. A misspelled name, an undeserved prison sentence. Overlooking that random twitch of a twig could allow a faulty line of brooms on the market, causing untold numbers of injuries.
At least this observational exercise was... potentially active and enjoyable. The redhead was sharp, but when was the last time she'd had to think about whether an animal was actually an animagus? That level of attention and observation would be a good refresher.
Stepping through the arch, she held her wand at the ready, though she was perhaps more interested in observing the other employees as they went through the exercise.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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