Who: Kingsley Shacklebolt and Luna Lovegood
What: Random silliness?
When: January 4, 2000; Sunday; Sometime after one in the afternoon.
Where: Flourish & Boltts, Diagon Alley
Rating: PG
Status: Incomplete
It was Sunday afternoon and Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, was hiding from his publicist and his 'honor guard'. Sure he was Minister of Magic and needed to keep his days structured and keep his person from being assassinated, but even he needed a break from it. He was an Auror once himself and he fought and survived the second war. He was confidant in his own ability to take care of himself.
So he was in the bookstore, the hood of his cloak pulled low over his face and hunched over, browsing the shelves. He was in the fiction section at the moment, searching for any muggle books that could have, possibily, found themselves in the very wizarding bookstores. So far he was having no luck.