Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2020 11:30:53 GMT -7
June 2025
The start of Zeke Walker's Magical Interpol training had been just as fascinating—and as grueling—as he imagined it would be. He had begun to get used to his usual routine, which involved far more physical training than he had done at either Ilvermorny or Hogwarts. Having to wake up earlier than ever to make sure that he was on top of his game was a little annoying, but it made his opportunities to sleep in that much better.
Unfortunately, Zeke knew that that wasn't likely to happen until the weekend, which still felt like an eternity away as he walked through the Ministry of Magic's Atrium to the elevators. He always felt as though he stood out like a sore thumb among all of the older business-types, but so many people filtered through in the morning rush. Interdepartmental memos were already whizzing overhead, moving with the same fervor as the people below them.
"Hey."
The greeting caught Zeke by surprise, though he turned his head out of instinct. Who was to say, though, that it had been directed at him?
Unfortunately, Zeke knew that that wasn't likely to happen until the weekend, which still felt like an eternity away as he walked through the Ministry of Magic's Atrium to the elevators. He always felt as though he stood out like a sore thumb among all of the older business-types, but so many people filtered through in the morning rush. Interdepartmental memos were already whizzing overhead, moving with the same fervor as the people below them.
"Hey."
The greeting caught Zeke by surprise, though he turned his head out of instinct. Who was to say, though, that it had been directed at him?
