Eloria's days became a routine; waking up at 9 o'clock, she would dress and then walk down the stairs and take a seat at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron. While eating her small breakfast and having her morning cup of coffee, which Eloria liked to call "the elixir of life," she would read the Daily Prophet that Tom had given her. Everyday, like clockwork, an owl would deliver a letter with a Ministry of Magic seal. It would always be from Higgins, telling her she needed to come down to the office at ten. Many times Eloria told him this daily letter was unnecessary, but he insisted that the plans might change one day. Not wanting to waste her time fighting the man, Eloria allowed him to continue. By the time she had finished reading the Prophet and Higgins's letter, it would be 9:45 which left her just enough time to run up to her rooms, grab her beloved briefcase, and apparate into the hallway outside of the Auror Headquarters. She was always careful to apparate into the corner right besides the lift which was rather out of the way, to ensure that no one would fall victim like that one man had. Eloria had always meant to check with Higgins about Ministry apparating rules, but considering she never was told she couldn't apparate directly in front of the headquarters, she just continued doing it.
It was only a few days before Eloria was to take her official British Exam, and she had just apparated and walked into the headquarters. This place was beginning to feel like home to Eloria. Higgins had said in his letter he had "a surprise" for her when she arrived. Eloria was not sure whether to be excited or nervous. The last time he had a "surprise" for her; it was a complete outline of last year's Auror test, and how to study for each section.
"Good morning Higgins. So, before I die of anticipation, tell me what this surprise is," Eloria casually said as she walked up to the man's cubicle.
"Eloria. Glad to see you. Yes, your surprise. Follow me," Higgins said, in his usual, louder-than-life voice. He stood up from his chair, and walked out of his cubicle. He started walking down the hall, and Eloria scurried to catch up with his fast pace. He led her through a maze of cubicles, much as he had done when he had arranged her to meet with Moody.
"Maybe he's having me meet someone special. I've already met Moody, the Longbottoms, very nice people they were, and let's see..." Eloria thought to herself. She began counting the people she had met on her fingers. "Benjy Finwick I met a few days ago, Edgar Bones was last week, oh yes and Elphias Dodge too..." All of the people she had met had specialized in something or someone so to say. It seemed each Auror was assigned a dark wizard to catch, or work on a certain location. Eloria thought it was the perfect wizarding system.
Eloria blindly followed Higgins. He led her to an empty cubicle. Dust had gathered on the desk, and a spider had made itself a nice web in an open drawer.
"This," said Higgins, with is arms held up. "Is yours."
Eloria blinked.
"Muh...muh...mine? But Higgins, I haven't even passed the test yet. For all you know, I could be kicked out of the Ministry...I could..."
"Eloria, if anyone was to ever pass this test, it would be you. Besides, someone..." Higgins coughed. He cleared his throat and continued. "Someone wanted to make sure we would have space for you."
Eloria was dumbstruck. She had always felt like an outsider before, sitting in Higgins cubicle, studying the test outlines. Now, she was one of them. One of the elite. One of the British Aurors. She felt as if she had one the lottery. She felt as if someone had told her she could see her mother again. She felt as if she had finally fulfilled her dream...finally fulfilled...it. Finally fulfilled the prophecy.
As Eloria stood, beaming at the cubicle, Higgins patted her on the back.
"A few simple cleaning spells should do it. I assume you'll want to do it, it being "yours" and all that. I'll leave you to it..." And Higgins began to walk away.
"Wait! Higgins!" Eloria called.
Turning around, Higgins looked at Eloria puzzled.
"I can't."
"Oh, Eloria, it's yours. You will pass the test easily."
"No. Not that kind of can't. I mean, I can't. I literally can't."
"What?"
"You said, a few cleaning spells should do it and you'll leave me to it. I can't."
It was Higgins's turn to blink silently.
"You can't do cleaning spells?"
"Oh, not just them. You see..." Eloria took a deep breath. How was she going to explain this? "You see, I am brilliant at any spell, charm, hex, potion, or magic that is involved in magical law enforcement or dark wizard catching, basically anything that had to do with being an Auror. I can decode any message, find any dark wizard, make myself virtually disappear in a crowd and reappear as someone else; I can fool anybody and yet not be fooled myself. Yet because I crammed my brain with everything and anything that has to do with being an Auror, there was no room for anything else. I can't perform the simplest of charms such as cleaning spells or transfigure the simple things, such as beetles into buttons. Oh yes, I can perform a DIS ILLUSION MENT charm, and oh yes I can transfigure myself temporarily into any creature, yet the simple things I can't do. The only real useful charm I know is the summoning charm. I took a wandless- magic class at the AAWA you see. It's a relatively new type of magic that channels your emotions. It's the same concept as when kids first discover they are a witch or wizard and perform magic without a wand. So, to pass that class, I learned to summon any easily moveable object without my wand. Quite handy too considering I am always loosing or misplacing my wand...yet my point is, I may be an amazing Auror, but am the worst housekeeper or heck, worst general witch there is."
Higgins stood, speechless for a while. Eloria didn't know if he was going to have a heart attack or run ten miles away. He chose to crack up laughing instead. It was a long time till he had managed to stop, and had attracted many stares in the process. Everyone in the office was listening to him as he began to talk to Eloria.
"You can do summoning charms and that's it? That's it! Now, I have met some strange witches and wizards that I have helped register and such, but never one as...unique as you Eloria. Summoning charms! Well, I'll spare you some grief." With a wave of his wand and a few words, the dust and cobweb disappeared from Eloria's cubicle. He walked away, loudly chuckling to himself.
Head held low in shame, Eloria sat down on the now clean office chair and placed her briefcase on the empty desk. She looked over her new desk, opened up all the drawers and cabinets. It would fit Eloria quite nicely. She did find the bare walls completely boring though, and noticed throughout her daily journeys through the Auror office, that everyone pretty much decorated theirs. She opened her briefcase, and not trusting her ability to unpack properly with a wand, and began to dig around.

An hour later, Eloria stood and admired her handiwork. Various organizers and office storage units were placed on her desk, alongside a large stack of clean parchment and several rows of bottled ink. New and used quills were placed in a cup that was labeled "AAWA: Class of 1978" that was just to the left of where her briefcase lay on her desktop. On the far right of her desk, various objects littered the surface. These objects included a sneakoscope, a hand mirror, an old fashioned ladies fan, a silver spray bottle, a large rememberall and a mass of other clutter. The walls of her cubicle became just as littered as her desk. A large poster with Quodpot players zooming about in navy robes hung next to an abundance of newspaper clippings. Photos were hung from various spots around the cubicle: some were of Eloria herself receiving her AAWA diploma or in her Quod uniform. Other pictures were obviously very old, but of a younger man. Eloria was very proud of her decorating work, and with a swelled chest, sat down to review some coding techniques she hadn't studied since Kingsbury.
This entire time, it hadn't Eloria hadn't noticed that she had an onlooker watching her, from the next cubicle. She sat down reading her manual, and lazily fingered a bit of her hair.
Someone cleared their throat. Eloria kept reading.
Someone cleared their throat again, and again. Finally looking up, Eloria turned to her right and found a man staring at her. He was relatively tall and had messy black hair.
"Yes?" Eloria said, with an obviously fake smile, and too-cherry voice. She went back to her reading. She had just about figured out how to crack this code, and was getting annoyed with all of this man's interruptions.
"Who are you?" The man asked, trying to sound polite, though is curiosity was getting the best of him. Eloria looked up.
"I think the better question is sir, who are you?" she said, and resumed reading.
"James Potter. Err, are you, er, a new Auror?" The man was now leaning very far into her cubicle. He seemed friendly enough Eloria decided, and the fact that she was in the Auror Headquarters of the Ministry of Magic helped to reassure her judging thoughts, yet she was still weary. You just never know who anybody is.
"Well, I'm in a rather complicated situation. In short, I will be a Ministry of Magic certified Auror within a couple of days. Name's Eloria, Eloria Felton." She resumed her reading and decoding.
"Ah, okay." The man clearly wanted to know more, but was nice enough to leave Eloria alone. She lifted an eye up from her manual, and carefully watched this, James Potter. He was rather friendly. Yet rather forward. He had offered his name first though, a sign of openness. He can probably be easily deceived or betrayed.
"Oh what am I thinking? Analyzing the poor man as if he were some sort of specimen," she thought to herself. "He seems nice enough. Besides, he could turn into a real friend."
"I'm from America," said Eloria, causing James to suddenly turn around and face the now smiling Eloria. "And I graduated from the Auror Academy of Western America. I'm here to make myself feel useful. It seems you can use anybody and everybody that is available, to fight against this, you-know-who. I'm taking the British Auror Test so your Ministry will allow me to work her. I guess we are neighbors now." Eloria extended her hand.
With a half smiling, half bewildered look on his face, James took Eloria's hand.