As an intern in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Karys never imagined she'd ever get the opportunity to attend an International Conference of wizards, especially in America. Despite having traveled to many countries with her family as a child, she'd only ever traveled to America once. Even on that one trip, she was too young to remember what America was really like. She imagined it was a lot more lively than the dreary Welsh countryside where she lived now, or she hoped it was. The actual conference was only a two-day event, so Karys hoped she'd be able to do some sight-seeing around the area if her boss wasn't too harsh on her.
Karys, having vastly underestimated how long it would actually take to get through the airport, hurried onto the plane trying not to break a sweat. She didn't understand why the Ministry had not authorised her to take the floo network and had told her explicitly to take an aeroplane. Something to do with understanding Muggles or budget cuts or something, she wasn't listening to that part of the meeting. After finding her seat, feeling only mildly self-conscious of all the eyes on the plane staring at her being the late person that held up the departure, Karys took out a small mirror to assess her makeup situation. She cursed under her breath as she noticed how drab she was now looking after the rush to catch the plane. Feeling suddenly thirsty, Karys dug in her bag for the bottle of water she had and started to unscrew the lid. At that moment the plane suddenly lurched into motion, more sudden than Karys had anticipated, her grip on the bottle faltered and it flew, now lid-less, into the lap of the man sitting next to her, water spewing out.
Karys' eyes widened in panic as she scrambled to get to the bottle before it emptied itself entirely over the poor man and his book.
"I am so sorry," Karys said apologetically, already cursing herself at how unsuccessful this trip was starting out as.