Post by bleau on Apr 28, 2008 19:08:43 GMT -1
It was undoubtedly too early. This was certain. As a matter of fact, it was all I could manage to suppress my urge to run back inside my house, tuck into my nighttime attire, and close all the blinds again. Nevertheless, it was my duty to be alert, awake, and aware at such an hour, considering the job i'd been enclosed with. And so with this in mind, I continued on my way- trying as best I could to maintain something close to normalcy. It was hard, though, without my usual attire; muggle clothes seemed so...tacky. I did my best.
Almost subconsciously, I'd made the decision to use the main entrance as I'd always used before, and dialed the appropriate numbers before I was met by the same cool voice that always manned the booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," it spoke, and I grinned, "Please state your full name and business-"
"Aaron Stockholm. Minister of Magic."
And that was all that needed to be said. I was swept downward into the main floor and without a second glance, I'd begun to make my way towards my office. Today was going to be a long day.
"Minister, how does it feel to know that you're now the third Minister of Magic to be named in the past six months? Certainly, you've got some sort of concern about-"
"Oh, dear, there's no need to be concerned. This madness has to end somewhere."
"But Mister Stockholm, working in the Ministry has undoubtedly become a more dangerous occupation, with the crime and murder and threats that've become of it. Certainly-"
"Certainly, there will be an end to this. And this end will begin with me."
"...Minister, are you aware of the fact that you're not the first one who's said that this year?"
And now, I had decided it was undoubtedly too late. From my place at my desk, I glanced out the window; it was too dark to see very much. The day had been -to put it in a positive perspective- productive. Most of it was spent answering questions from nosy newspaper representatives and filling out paper work, observing a myriad of hearings, and reading articles. It was easy to say that, even at such a late hour, my mind was still whirring and I was capable of staying up a few hours longer before heading home. But my eyes fell once again on the window; it was too late. It was time to go home.
But before I could take the time to pack up my things and get to the door, a knock echoed throughout the room, and I didn't hesitate to answer it with a welcoming 'come in!'. The door flung open with unexpected force and my holler was effortlessly stifled.
The next thing I knew, I was face down on a cold cement floor. And to my disbelief, an almost mockingly polite voice penetrated my thoughts.
"...Minister, are you aware of the fact that you're not the first one who's said that this year?"
"We can do this the easy way. Or, if you prefer another option, we can do this the hard way."
"W-what is the purpose of this?"
"That's none of your business, Minister. And I honestly don't think you're in any position to ask me questions. That's my job here."
"Once this is all said and done, you're to be sent directly to-"
"Azkaban? That's humorous. You of all people should know that Azkaban's going down the tubes. I'd be out in a week. But, like I said, you're in no position to be throwing threats and questions at me. You're unarmed. You should know better."
"I'm the Minister of Magic!"
"And has that proven anything these past months? No. Who do you think's been behind-"
"Shut up, Klerk. If we screw up, the cat'll be out of the bag. Let's just get this over with. Kill him."
"...are we alone?"
"No, Minister, we're not alone. You're alone. Avada Kedavra!
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