Post by Sylph on Sept 30, 2007 6:16:16 GMT -5
Sylph had only been to the Triangle Tunnel only once since the new ministry had moved in, and that had been very early on in the new regime. Things had been different even then, but now the Tunnel was barely recognisable. As the long and lanky witch took her first step over the threshold to the Triangle she felt her entire body tingle in a decidedly unpleasant way. The anti-apparition field could not be felt, of course, but the sheer number of anti-intruder and imperturbable charms were enough to raise the hair on the back of the neck. The tall woman shook herself slightly in an attempt to rid herself of the irritating sensation, hunching her shoulders in ire and growling a little in her throat as she did so. There ahead of her were a large group of security wizards, bustling around with various devices, checking people coming in and out of the Tunnel. Sneakoscopes, foe mirrors, dark magic detectors of every kind sat on a wooden table, monitored by a pair of purple robed wizards so far apart in appearance that they could have been a comedy cop duo. The tall square-jawed blonde one beckoned to Sylph as she approached, and, with only the faintest sigh, she obeyed, holding out her arms as he ran some kind of beeping stick over her.
"Your wand?" he said expressionlessly despite a heavy Germanic accent. Sylph blinked once, her eerily bright green eyes stark against her stony face, and reached into her pocket for her thirteen and a half inch wand. The man took it and handed it to his partner, a small ferrety looking wizard, whose once dark eyebrows shot into his rapidly receding hairline. It probably didn't mean anything, of course; Sylph larger than life appearance had affected people in that way before - or it could have been the flaming glare she was fixing him with, of course. "Chestnut and dragon heart-string, thirteen and a half inches," the small wizard stated, also monotone as a small sheet of paper appeared in his hand. "Please keep this safe," he went on, sounding decidedly bored, handing the ticket to Sylph. "You will be required give this back when you leave. No ticket, no exit. You know how to cast a patronus, do you? There are dementors patrolling up ahead." Sylph said nothing, but merely cocked a withering and cynical eyebrow in reply. Accepting her wand back she rolled her eyes slightly and turned on her heel.
"Expecto Patronum," she intoned lazily, though she could help but allow a slight smile to twitch at her lips as she did so - she did require a happy thought, after all, and all she had to do for that was to remember why she was here at all. A second later an enormous... thing had erupted from her wand tip, eight foot tall at least and extremely bulky. A small child shrieked. One would have to crane their neck back to see what the patronus actually was; a dragon. Not as large as Leucetios, of course - that would be plain impractical - but still pretty damn big. With a jerk of her head the violet haired witch sent the reptile stomping forward, and then proceeded to walk in its wake. A few people stared, but Sylph of all people was used to that. The ferrety wizard's eyebrows had leapt up his forehead again.
Once the dragon-patronus had driven back the dementors long enough for Sylph to enter the tunnel proper, she waved her wand to dismiss the silvery creature and pocketed both her wand and her ticket. While the place was crawling with security, the number of people was less than Sylph had ever seen before. Just a few doing a spot of essential shopping, perhaps, while more well-to-do types were heading into the upmarket areas for a spot of late lunch. Sylph ignored them all; she was here only for one person. Glancing at her watch, she wandered over to a newspaper stand and leaned casually against one of its supporting beams. Tossing the retailer a couple of knuts, she flicked open a paper and began to flick idly through it while she waited. After a few minutes of this she checked her watch once again and, with only the faintest hint of impatience, murmured softly to herself. C'mon Forgoil, where've you got to?
"Your wand?" he said expressionlessly despite a heavy Germanic accent. Sylph blinked once, her eerily bright green eyes stark against her stony face, and reached into her pocket for her thirteen and a half inch wand. The man took it and handed it to his partner, a small ferrety looking wizard, whose once dark eyebrows shot into his rapidly receding hairline. It probably didn't mean anything, of course; Sylph larger than life appearance had affected people in that way before - or it could have been the flaming glare she was fixing him with, of course. "Chestnut and dragon heart-string, thirteen and a half inches," the small wizard stated, also monotone as a small sheet of paper appeared in his hand. "Please keep this safe," he went on, sounding decidedly bored, handing the ticket to Sylph. "You will be required give this back when you leave. No ticket, no exit. You know how to cast a patronus, do you? There are dementors patrolling up ahead." Sylph said nothing, but merely cocked a withering and cynical eyebrow in reply. Accepting her wand back she rolled her eyes slightly and turned on her heel.
"Expecto Patronum," she intoned lazily, though she could help but allow a slight smile to twitch at her lips as she did so - she did require a happy thought, after all, and all she had to do for that was to remember why she was here at all. A second later an enormous... thing had erupted from her wand tip, eight foot tall at least and extremely bulky. A small child shrieked. One would have to crane their neck back to see what the patronus actually was; a dragon. Not as large as Leucetios, of course - that would be plain impractical - but still pretty damn big. With a jerk of her head the violet haired witch sent the reptile stomping forward, and then proceeded to walk in its wake. A few people stared, but Sylph of all people was used to that. The ferrety wizard's eyebrows had leapt up his forehead again.
Once the dragon-patronus had driven back the dementors long enough for Sylph to enter the tunnel proper, she waved her wand to dismiss the silvery creature and pocketed both her wand and her ticket. While the place was crawling with security, the number of people was less than Sylph had ever seen before. Just a few doing a spot of essential shopping, perhaps, while more well-to-do types were heading into the upmarket areas for a spot of late lunch. Sylph ignored them all; she was here only for one person. Glancing at her watch, she wandered over to a newspaper stand and leaned casually against one of its supporting beams. Tossing the retailer a couple of knuts, she flicked open a paper and began to flick idly through it while she waited. After a few minutes of this she checked her watch once again and, with only the faintest hint of impatience, murmured softly to herself. C'mon Forgoil, where've you got to?