Marek did quite like England. He preferred to stay amongst the wizarding parts of London when he went, though, as he found it safer. It confused him that people would be driving on the right side. And he always forgot which way he was supposed to look when he crossed the street, which made for dangerous ventures in the Muggle world. Muggles, however, and you had to hand it to them, didn't stare quite at his arms as much as wizards did. Not that Marek cared too much about that, as it created excellent opportunities for bad puns.
However much the Polish Diplomat and Interpreter liked the country, he was not here for matters of leisure, and in the past few months, Poland and England's diplomatic relations had been strained. He didn't foresee much fun ahead as he entered the British Ministry of Magic's visitor entrance.
He'd been given clear instructions. He was to meet the Head of the International Magical Cooperation, and then assist, as a guest, to a conference from the Magical Law Enforcement Department. He was not to be stopped in this by anyone, or anything. There were urgent matters on hand.
The man arrived in the atrium, briskly walking towards the lifts. He'd been here often enough he didn't need anyone to show him the way.
He was about to make his way over, but was stopped by a receptionist, who asked him to state his identity, and hand over his wand for examination.
With as much dexterity as his stumped hands could allow, he put his wand back into his pocket, inside his formal Polish robes.
'My name is Marek Upier, and I am Head Interpreter of European Languages and Diplomat for the Polish Ministry of Magic,' he answered pleasantly, nonetheless in a hurry. The receptionist repeated her need to see his wand. 'I must politely refuse,' he replied, and began to walk away, once more.