Chapter 141 - Ministry of Magic (1/2)
The next morning despite it being Christmas Day, the Ministry of Magic found itself unexpectedly open. Not only had the department of Auror's opened but the head of the department and Minister of Magic were present. The head of the department a short, plump man wearing enormous thick glasses clears his throat. Bob Ogden cleared his throat as his eyes sparked most dangerously. ”Auror's, the Minister of Magic is here.” Bog Ogden sternly said.
”Thank you, Ogden,” said, a stout female with thick bobbed hair, Minister of Magic, Eugenia Jenkins. ”Thank you all for being here so very early this morning. I know that most of you want to be with your families and others have been all duty all night and are exhausted.”
Pausing to glance around, Minister Jenkins says, ”Now I am certain that all of you are now aware of what occurred last night at the Malfoy Ball?”
The Auror's nod as Minister Jenkins continues, ”Not only were innocents attacked, but several guests lost their lives including some of our own. I have four families that I must give my condolences, this Christmas morning!
Now, I don't care if the ministry must pay overtime, but I want those monsters caught! I will not allow for no other result! Find them!”
”Yes, Minister Jenkins!” The Auror's chorused as the short Minister of Magic nodded her head in approval.
Turning towards Ogden, Minister Jenkins says, ”Keep me informed and in the loop, Ogden. I don't like this at all.”
”Because it's bad for the election,” Ogden joked.
Minister Jenkins frowned, ”This is no time for jokes, Ogden! I am perfectly serious when I say and worry that this is merely a prelude of things to come.”
”Yes, Minister,” Ogden obediently said as Minister of Jenkins shook her bobbed head, before stomping away muttering, ”First, the Squib riots, and now this! What's next?!” Her security forces follow her away as they head over to the minister's office.
Turning back to his Auror's Ogden says, ”I want every single lead followed up. I don't care how minuscule it is as long as it is taken off the list! Now be off with you all!”
”Yes, sir!” The Auror's said, before rushing off in pairs to get the job done.
Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Ogden turns to his second-in-command, Elphinstone Urquart. ”Urquart, I trust that you've been keeping an eye on Moody and Scrimgeour?”
Elphinstone warily looks glances away as he nervously rubs his slicked black dark hair with a widow's peak. ”Well,” Elphinstone starts to say as Ogden sighs, ”And what have they done now?”
”I didn't mean to say anything, sir,” Elphinstone sheepishly said. ”But the two are like vampires and werewolves. I would hazard to say that it would be safer to separate the two.”
”I know, Urquart,” Ogden said in resignation. ”But they have to learn to work together. And I fear that dangerous times are ahead of us. They cannot continue to waltz off as lone wolves as they have done before.”
”I know, sir,” Elphinstone confessed. ”But it certainly would be a lot kinder on our ears, our mugs and teacups.”
”Yes, well, I can certainly imagine,” Ogden drily said, before moving away to handle a report coming in.
Elphinstone moved away and returned to his office to find the two devils sitting on opposite sides of the doorway waiting for him. Blinking, Elphinstone drily said, ”Merry Christmas to you both! But why aren't you out in the field as ordered?”
”We both have something private to speak to you, sir, ALONE,” Alastor Moody emphasized as he shook his ruddy hair.
Trying not to sigh nor rub his forehead in sheer frustration, Elphinstone says, ”Alright, which one of you goes first?”