Starlequin wandered through the Ministry's halls for several hours, looking for the designated meeting chamber with anxiety that grew faster than Devil's Snare. His first week assigned to the Ministry, his first big meeting, his first chance to show that he wasn't a total lost cause -- and he was blowing it. It didn't help matters at all that everyone else seemed so monumentally busy, so distracted by (well, actually focused on) their own tasks that absolutely no one seemed interested in deigning to point the poor man toward his proper destiny. Which, to Starlequin, said pretty much all that needed to be said about things. He was a nobody, he'd always been a nobody, and now he'd miss what would almost certainly be his only chance ever to not be a nobody, and all because he was too much of a nobody for anybody to notice that somebody was missing...but of course, even if somebody noticed anybody was missing, it was likely that nobody would care about somebody who was so clearly a nobody that they didn't matter to anybody.
'Oughta just chuck the whole mess and go back and join the family business; all mum and dad would do is laugh at me, that wouldn't be so terrib- hey, what's that?'
Commotion down the end of a nearby walk roused Star from his thoughts and his curiosity got the better of him, pulled him toward the ruckus and he peered around the corner to find...the meeting hall! 'I did it, I did it, I did it!' He thought, beaming and dancing a quick jig before his tattered dignity reared its bruised head and bade him enter in a manner befitting his station. And anyone who knew him would say that's exactly what happened.
Unfortunately, Starlequin neglected to watch his step as he crossed the room's threshold, and his left boot caught on the hem of his (slightly oversized hand-me-down) robe, which jerked him forward... which sent him sprawling against a small end table... which bumped against a shelf... which knocked over a jar of greenish-looking powder... which shattered atop the table and dusted Starlequin with a rather liberal dose of enchanted Madagascar Horned Frog skin. As the undiluted potion ingredient wafted over Starlequin's quickly-mutating form he fell to the floor and writhed in discomfort, and simultaneously attempted to remain as small and quiet and unobtrusive as possible, in order not to disrupt the others. The vote was up for a new Minister of Magic, and he absolutely didn't want to be the one that caused such an important and historic even to screech to a halt!
During a lull in the voting, Starlequin managed to lift a purple-tinged hand and squeaked from his spot on the floor near the back of the room.
"Um, I, uh. I think that...um...Josietta would make an excellent Minister...um...and, could someone please help me with a conjuration to get this stuff off me before my bones begin to shift? I'd greatly appreciAGH!...n-never mind, no ru-u-ush..." Starlequin whimpered as his innards began to twist and melt into each other. He fumbled with his wand and muttered quietly to himself, trying to recall the proper motions and incantations as the raw magic wound through his body. "Ugh, Coriolearis? No...Amberflagus? No, that's not...maybe Experitanio? Ahh, I'll never remember it..."