who; belladolphus what; talk of memos where; Ze office of Ze Minister when; 14 october, midmorning
There was always someone there. Always.
Bella was a woman of few luxuries. She appreciated austerity, classic cuts of clothing, and glasses of cabernet. Nothing too extravagant. Her nails were not perfectly manicured and her hair was falling out from certain parts of her bun. And she just wanted the door closed, just once. She wanted to know there weren't eyes on her at some point. She wanted the privacy of her home, a comfortable chair, and her husband, silent and near to her. She never realized how much she appreciated his silence until everyone started talking to her.
Today, they wanted to bring her a stylist for her next public appearance. Her shouts, she was sure, echoed down the corridors to the Department of Mysteries. The Minister of Magic was not concerned with wearing the current trends. The Minister of Magic was concerned with the preservation of Wizarding Britain.
People could be so foolish sometimes.
And now there was more talking, about diplomacy and whether or not it was proper to reach out to the Minister of New Zealand now or later, and should we show our support to the Chinese, and how many millions of Galleons more to fund the public programs? Merlin, she could scream. But it wasn't that easy anymore. It wasn't as easy as a screaming fit and a hail of angry footsteps up to her room. They wanted answers all the time. Sometimes, she didn't have them. Then she had to talk to more people.
She would send them out as soon as Rodolphus came. The secretary outside had specific orders to send him in, regardless of the meeting, and she was hoping he'd show soon or she might just lose it and send the imbecile in front of her straight to hell without batting an eyelash.