Jane was vaguely aware of the voices of her colleagues suggesting alternate means of leaving, but once she had looked at several empty floo powder containers, she had become preoccupied with the matter and had gone on to check every single container on one side of the floos. All empty. "Every single container is empty," she stated out loud, looking around at the others. "One or two empty could be an accident or just the result of overuse, but every single one? Don't you think that's rather unusual?" Something strange was definitely going on here. Either that, or the department in charge of floo powder at the Ministry was unusually incompetent |