Amrita Sandhu detested being late with every single fiber of her being. She'd grown up in a house with just her bebbeji and mummyji, both of whom detested being late even more than she did. Punctuality might be the courtesy of kings, but for the lesser of them, it was a necessity.

However, Amrita was also a big fan of tea. Earl grey tea, Darjeeling tea, Black tea, English Breakfast tea. Fruit teas, teas with flowers in them, teas with fruits and flowers in them. Whatever kind of tea - you could bet your hair that this girl loved it. And it was a known fact that tea was a diuretic. And she had only so much space in her bladder. Which meant that she'd had to take a really quick toilet break right before she had any time to read the noticeboard because WHOEVER could read a noticeboard while their bladder was screaming for attention deserved an award. A Nobel Prize. A STATUE ERECTED IN THEIR HONOUR.

As we were saying, she had to take a quick detour. And by the time she read the thing on the noticeboard, she'd had exactly three minutes to get to the meeting place. Which was through this here janitor's closet. Which was small and dark and just a little bit frightening. And a very curious place to put an entrance to a training room but she supposed that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement would have to find some way not to be found when they were training. Huh.

What was the password again? Oh yes. "Crabapples." What a strange password. Was it a real fruit? Perhaps there was a tea in that flavour. She'd have to find out now.

TO THE TRAINING ARENAAAAAA!

Maybe they'd have tea there too.