Flying Ford Anglia
“Guys, it seems as if the Ministry need our help again,” Josh called, slitting open the envelope in front of him. The intern for the quiet PR firm was reading through the letter he had just unclipped from the owl that he had just opened from the Ministry.
“Ugh, again? What is it this time? Escaped hippogriff? Any dementors on the loose? Somebody over there managed to find their ass without needing a roadmap?” CJ deadpanned. CJ was a mid-level member of staff at the ‘Image Consulting Firm’ and had been for years.
“No, there was a flying car spotted, and we have to come up with some random excuse now,” Josh rolled his eyes, and he finished reading the letter. Reaching forward he pressed a button on his desk, calling all of the various staff into a large conference room.
Scurrying into the large conference room, Josh busied himself preparing a round of coffees for the staff before they came in for a meeting. Humming under his breath as he did so, Josh knew that some of the staff were probably wondering why he was in such a strange mood. In all honesty, he had been at a family event the previous night, was it any wonder that he was a little stressed when he had been asked all night why he wasn’t in a relationship?
Was it any of his nosy Great-Aunt’s business that he wasn’t in a committed relationship?
Nosy old biddy.
“Whoa, whoa, what’s wrong? What happened?” Toby asked as he strolled into the conference room. As always, Josh wondered if the man were on some kind of drugs.
“I don’t even know; there’s been a strange sighting over the skies of London, is this for real?” Donna read aloud, having snatched the letter from the spluttering Josh with a wink.
“Does the letter mention just what the thing spotted in the skies above London was?” Sam spoke as he bounced into the rooms.
Half the staff stealthily rolled their eyes; they were all a little exasperated by the large amounts of enthusiasm the man normally showed. Normally the rest of the staff could handle Sam, not when he was at his most hyper it would seem!
“Yeah, it says it was car –“ CJ began as she crumpled up the letter in her hand before she threw the letter down in disgust.
“Woah wait a car! A CAR! I’ve heard about those things; I didn’t think that those things flew! Donna did you know they could fly?” Sam was practically bouncing around in some of his glee as he thought back on some of his wasted time in the Muggle Studies classroom at Hogwarts.
“Uh, not usually sir, what kind of car was it?” Donna bit out, trying once again not to shout at her overly exuberant boss.
“It was a light blue Ford Anglia 105E Deluxe; the initial report was filed by some people who worked for an uh” Josh squinted “a 1st Gear company, I think that’s what it says.”
“Guess they were petrol heads then huh!” Donna laughed.
“You know, I think I recognise that, I’d better ring Weasley over at the Ministry, you guys know what to do, right?” CJ called over her shoulders as she dashed from the room.