Jacob nearly sprinted to Level Ten, an interdepartmental memo crumpled in one hand. It detailed the decorating that needed to be done for the foreign ministers. It's scary how much I've felt like helping out lately, Jacob thought idly as he traveled. Maybe I should've been a Hufflepuff.

He arrived at the room to see a brilliantly constructed setup, perfect in nearly every detail. There were a number of Ministry employees here already. Jacob wandered around, admiring all the creativity, finally making his way to where a lady seemed to be in charge, giving out instructions and requesting ideas.