"Ah..I'm fine," he said, brushing himself off and managing to look appropriately embarrassed with himself.
"I confess--my curiosity got the better off me.I found an old floor plan.It showed a hidden entrance to the department of mysteries on that wall. I wanted to see if it's still there. I prefer not to have big mysterious secrets here anymore. That's old school, cold war politics. Its not something we need here. Evidently, either the old enchantment on it doesn't work anymore or it never existed in the first place. Well, then, I guess, for now, that's that, isn't it?...."
As he was speaking, the door of the Department of Mysteries opened, and Michael Tremaine stepped out into the hallway, the thought thread vials he'd just found in his pocket. He needed a seer to decipher them, but they'd been well buried--until now.
He saw Gideon Pierce and Avery Ivanov there. Avery, he'd always thought, was alright. Gideon, Michael believed, was rotten to the core.
"Everything alright?" he asked.
"Oh, fine, fine," Gideon laughed. "As I was telling Ms. Ivanov. I found an old floor plan that showed an doorway right through this spot. I had to try it. Curiosity, you know."
"Too bad," Michael said, trying to be appropriately outwardly sympathetic, "but I"m afraid the only thing you'd have found on the other side of that brick is my desk. Sorry to disappoint you."
"Can't blame me for wanting a bit of adventure, though, now?" he grinned. "If you'll excuse me, I think my tea break is now sufficiently over. I need to get back to business. Ms. Ivanov, Mr. Tremaine." He nodded, and turned rather quickly, heading back to his office.
Michael stood and watched him, not believing a syllable he'd just heard. He looked at Ms. Ivanov.
"Hidden doorways?" he asked her skeptically.