Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

A small hum was all that was heard as Micki flew straight into the Ministry of Magic. She passed the statue in the atrium, and flew into a lift, lighting down upon one of the lights in the elevator as it brought her up and up. It wasn't unusual to sometimes see animals flitting up the elevators, especially because Micki got off at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She had even put a tiny piece of parchment on her leg so anyone would think she was someone's strange idea of an owl.

Once inside the department though, she didn't have a specific purpose, only that she wanted to take a look around and listen in on the goings on. One of her favorite past times when she wasn't doing her own work, was flitting into the Ministry of Magic and listening to the important stuff. It wasn't like she was a dangerous threat, and no one seemed to care, even if they did see the Hummingbird, she simply started to preen herself, fluffing up her feathers and doing a little dance, not paying attention, and they soon forgot about the little bird in the corner.

Micki had heard however, of a new leader for the Department, and so she flitted towards his office, and right under the door frame, before popping into the office and sitting herself down on top of a cabinet to wait for the man of the hour to return to his office.

Sawyer had had a very long day. Meetings, fieldwork, paperwork, stupid interns, stupid employees, stupid criminals, clever creatures- all in a day's work, he supposed. Still, his strong body was not as wearied as his mental fortress. His patience had been tested, stretched, and lit on fire. He was ready to walk into his office, finish up, and go home to his strange little family.

He entered and immediately noticed the difference. A little hummingbird was flitting about his office. Sawyer's eyes followed it as he slowly closed his door. He watched the bird fly about and he shook his head.

Sawyer, as an expert and an animangus himself, knew when to spot another one. They had little tells, ways of carrying themselves that were not quite human, but surely not animal. He walked over to his desk, sitting at the chair and crossing his arms, following the bird. "You can transform back now or I'll knock you out of the air."

If Micki could have smirked she would have. Clever man, she would have expected no less from the Head of such a department. Though of course, the entirety of his staff had simply missed her completely, not very good security in this place. Micki zipped down from her perch and tumbled gently onto his desk, hitting his hand in her awkward descent, before looking up at him and buzzing her wings in an obvious show. She was stating to him: "Look you know what I am, but i'm not changing!"

Micki zoomed across the desk and landed lightly on his shoulder, peering down at the work he was doing, half attempting to read it, half not caring, just wanting to see what he would do. He obviously knew she was an animagus.. of anyone really, though she suspected he thought it was someone from his department, boy was he wrong, what she saw on the paper was boring anyway, but the point was obvious, she was reading his work.