#threads;; rita & james 001

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Every now and then, once upon a blue moon it seemed Rita would find herself within the halls of the ministry, chasing an article or – on other occasions – an interview. Even rarer were the moments in which she was the one invited to come to the ministry and be of service to them. Not that the blonde was ever truly in service of anyone other than herself and those she considered worth her time. Not many could have made that list.

Her mind was already playing with the questions she was going to ask, determined to make the most of something the ministry seemed to hope was entirely in their favor. The question that came her way, though was only one to distract her from what she considered important. An eyebrow shot up. “Unlikely. If this was a muggle construction, perhaps but this is magic. It deals with a whole other set of velocity, in more than one direction. There are charms in place.” She chuckled. “With how busy the ministry gets, do you really think an elevator would dare fall?” The blonde scanned the other. Potter. Not unknown. "New attire? You seem... hm, uncomfortable." - @its-jamespotter

Where: Ministry Status: Open

James was late. But that wasn't new. What was new was he felt good in the new suit he got to woe and impress Frank Longbottom who was slowly but surely becoming his mortal enemy. He knew that the new attire wouldn't have much of an impression if he wasn't punctual, something he was actively trying to change. James watched the lift rise to more levels only to stop and for every floor, he tried to think of another reason for why he was late. The door opened again and he leaned against the back of the elevator to make room, raising his head to see the new addition. Although it wasn't small talk, he tried. "So, what do you think the odds are of, you know, the elevator falling?"