Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Theseus Scamander

I'm trying this one out
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By: jamcspotters

The ministry of magic was a place you'd only visited a handful of times, and each time had been equally uncomfortable. A few of the visits had simply been during your auror training, but they had been completely nervewracking, especially the last one as it had been a visit to figure out whether you had passed your training or not.

One of them was when applying for a job, which was universally agreed to be one of the most stressful experiences known to mankind. It had gone well, thankfully, which was the reason you were now standing in front of your fireplace with a small amount of Floo powder clutched in your hand.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your rapidly beating heart. Running your teeth your bottom lip, you took a last breath before throwing the powder into the flames, watching as they turned emerald green, growing taller than before.

Speaking as clearly as possible, you took a large step forward, the words "the ministry of magic," leaving your lips.

The flames didn't burn your skin like one might have thought, but they did transport you to the eight floor of the building known as the ministry of magic, hidden deep underground in the heart of London.

Stumbling forwards, you quickly regained balance, familiar with the feeling of travelling by Floo powder. Brushing your self off, you stood up straighter, looking around and trying to gain some knowledge of your surroundings.

People were stepping out of the line of fireplaces so frequently you barely caught their faces before the next person was there. Taking a few more steps, you put some distance between you and the fireplace, worried that someone might crash into you.

Going through the instructions you had received by owl a few days ago in your head, you felt your brows knit together in concentration. "Meet at the head Auror's office at nine a.m sharp."

That shouldn't be too difficult, you had thought to yourself. But as you saw the stream of people and the bright colours filling the room, you suddenly felt a lot less prepared than you had only minutes earlier. This was all kind of overwhelming.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could spot a stream of people coming towards the middle of the room, and you soon realized that there must be an elevator somewhere over there.

Tightening the hold on your bag, you headed towards the direction you had seen the small crowd come from. A few times, people bumped into you, nearly knocking you off your already shaky legs.

As you stepped inside the elevator, you felt your heart sink at the sheer amount of buttons littering the wall. Squeezing your eyes shut, you desperately tried to remember which floor the lady in the letter had told you to meet on.

Someone reached forwards, pressing the button that said 'two', a woman's voice, sounding oddly automated, spoke, "Level two, department of magical law enforcement."

That's the one, you thought to yourself, avoiding eye contact in case the other person decided to question your lack of pressing a button.

Before you knew it, the doors were opening, showing a hallway filled with doors leading to different offices and tough looking witches and wizards. As you stepped out of the elevator, you couldn't help but notice that you seemed the be one of the youngest one there. Guess they don't hire many new people.

Heading towards the office at the end of the hall, where you had been told the head auror would be, you wrung your hands together nervously, the first day at a new job was always nerve-wracking.

Coming to a halt in front of the closed door, you closed your eyes for just a split second, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. Opening them, you knocked twice, the door swinging open before you had the chance to knock the third time.