 Wowza!
Tap, tap, tap. The stiletto heels of her right shoe knocked lightly on the floor, just for something to do. Unpunctual people. She had been there for hours, already! Okay, maybe not for hours, maybe for only ten minutes... But that was beside the point. Point was, they were all late. No wonder why they were all gathered there to solve some issues... No wonder why the Wizarding World seemed to be falling apart.
... Hmph.
Thankfully --and finally, too-- the rest of the people started arrive. Or at least a one of them certainly did. Large turquoise eyes examined the woman critically for a moment. Bulgarian, no doubt; the woman's accent had revealed Svetlana that much. "Good afternoon," replied Svetlana with a slight nod, speaking English almost perfectly, but not quite; her accent showed up a tad on every word she spoke.
About to take her eyes off from the woman, someone else arrived, thus catching Jespersen's attention at once. "Good afternoon Mister Balasubramanium," said the woman fluidly, quite proud of herself for having pronounced the man's complex --or at least it was complex for her-- correctly and without hesitating. "Svetlana Jespersen. Norwegian Minister of Magic, at your service." Not really--don't ask for any favours.
Flashing the Indian Minister a polite smile, Svetlana proceed to nod in acknowledgement to the two newly arrived Ministers, and waited for the rest of the people to honour them --please note the sarcasm-- with their presence.
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