Laura came tumbling. She was a whirlwind of blond hair. Or at least, that's what she felt as she was transported by the boot Portkey. Nooo way could she have known that morning that she would soon be caught up in such a mess. Where was she now?

When at last recovered from her little trip, Laura stood up straight and brushed herself off, looking around. The place looked vaguely familiar, like a sidewalk that she had passed more than once. Ahh! There were some people she knew.

"Oh, goodness," she sighed, approaching her co-workers. Her toes were cold. Daaarn. She looked down at her bare feet in disappointment.

Well, that would have to wait. Where were the other division heads? Laura looked around. Oh, Merlin, they were all new, right? For some reason, her brain wasn't functioning correctly and she could hardly remember who they were. Ah, well.

"Hey!" she called, hesitation in her voice. "Hey, Level Six people!" she called again, this time louder and with more certainty. She hoped she wasn't drawing Muggle attention to herself. "Can everyone just come around over here? We need to figure out who's present and if anyone was left at the office," she said.