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Date Posted: 23:06:05 07/23/04 Fri
Author: Madoc Peters
Subject: |�| Shoot for the Moon�even if you miss, you�ll be among the stars |�|

|�| Things work out best for those who make the best of the way things work out. |�|

A man with red-brown hair steps out of a fireplace at the Ministry. His green eyes watch his fellow wizards and witches. He strides across the room toward the elevator. He enters an elevator with a lot of other people and sighs. How he wanted to be home trying out the new broom he was working on. It was a prototype, and he wanted to see if it worked the way he wanted it to, and if not he would tweak it until it did. The lift jangled then lurched to a halt. A cool female voice intones over the speaker at the first stop, �Level Seven, Department of Magical Games and Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club and Ludicrous Patents Office.� Madoc grins ruefully and steps out of the elevator.
He walks steadily down the hall and turns off into his office, which is covered in pictures of the England team and a few pictures of his darling daughter Ivana flying with her mother. He quietly laughs; those pictures always got a double take. He sits down behind his desk, which is cluttered with paper work, and he groans. Slowly he begins organizing everything into piles of important and minor. He dives into the important pile and fills out the order for new brooms that the coach needed. After that he begins writing up the roster for this year and the schedule.
Pausing to rest his hand he looks at a moving picture of his daughter laughing. Smiling slightly he wonders how she is doing, they had heard from her only once and her mother was beginning to worry. She had said was that school was going well and that she was getting good marks. In her P.S. she had added that some of the children were acting odd. He sighs and begins sorting through the minor pile pulling out only the things that were need to do. Leaving the rest to finish after lunch break. His short hair gets in his eyes and he brushes it away with the back of his hand as he continues writing up an order form for a couple hundred team badges.

|�| Success is 99 percent failure |�| Siochiro Honda � Founder of Honda Motors inc.

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