Characters: MM Hedgeplug & Augustus Augusta Fawley Setting: Ministry Office, South Wing Content: Work safe. Summary: Conversation, and 'innit your brother dead?'
Whomever thought that being Minister included restful nights in bed, or evenings out with the ladies had been a damned fool. And Regor Hedgeplug had been an even larger fool to anticipate even half that for his own term. It had been weeks since he had slept a full five hours- a distant memory since eight, and even now - at half past seven at night, he saw a full night ahead of him. In the reality of the war, it should have been a slower day. Hitler, now a genuine concern after the fall of the Ministry tower than anyone had given him credit to anticipate, was busy crushing his way across the mainland. Churchill was facing inquiries about Crete- a noname Greecian country that had fallen to the Nazis the same night as their Blitz attack. And as for Grindlewad? He remained quiet in Poland, doing Merlin knew what to it's locals, but well enough away from the shores for everyone's comfort.
It should have been quiet, giving him time to look into local concerns- but that was not the case. Petitions to meet his office in regards to the dozen or so people who had appeared, claiming to be from the future assaulted his inbox. Those injured in the blast needed to be met with, his own department ministers each had a life-changing crisis that preceded all others... and his night was meant to be over three hours ago.
Pouring himself two fingers of bourbon, the Minister looked over a piece of parchment at random. Lists of families of the muggles and wizards killed a week ago last night. Most of the names were inconsequential- except for one. Augusta Fawley: Employed in Ministry Office. If he didn't know better, that same woman was his Augustus, or August, or Alberta... the brunette one, with the neck collar. He couldn't be certain, but he thought he saw her just this afternoon.
Ringing a bell that contacted his aide-elf, a smart little chap in Ministry attire he checked the name again. It was so that when the house/ministry elf with too-large ears popped to his side, Hedgeplug was able to ask with some confidence, if Miss Augustan Fauley could be called to his office, if she was in the building. With a snap of it's fingers, the little fella was gone, leaving the old man to pick up another news paper, and read over some other country's head lines as he waited.