Luriken sipped his coffee and listened to her speech, the ministry didn't seem to do much with his department and every now and then they got odd letters and complaints nothing out of the ordinary. Why would she be calling a meeting? Were they firing? No he didn't think so, it was something else somethin-
Luriken moved the coffee from his mouth and is lop sided smile went up. This was perfect, the Quidditch World Cup. He'd never been to one but now, he'd be at the heart of one. He -Luriken who never smile, who never seemed happy- was beaming in his seat. Setting his coffee mug down he laced his fingrs togther and got his cool back. But not by much, a smile seemed plastered on his face, he loved quidditch, he played a beater at Hogwarts, which was quite perfect for him.
Luriken sat further up in his seat waiting for assignments, his department probably wouldn't get much bbut anyting was fine. |