With a bright flash Valeria Nikolvna arrived at the International conference. She found it rather amusing that the Brits would use a kalpak as her portkey. Her dark hair was in tight pin curls around her face and cascading down her pure white fun hat. She snow was falling her homeland and she thought to dress as such.

Her porcelain face took in her surrounding. The wealth of the British Ministry was displayed. Not even her office was outfitted to regally, it made her smile. She hoped to change that. Bulgaria had more going for it than its Quidditch players.

She noticed another Minister was already there and seated, but she did not look happy. Never the matter, Valeria needed to make contacts for her country. She found her seat with her name and her country. She was lad her parents had insisted upon her learning English. She turned to the woman. "Good afternoon Madame Minister," She said with a slight accent.