hermione granger · harry potter · minister for magic · wlw · intelligent · organized · post war · ginnys wife · political · british
The Ministry of Magic hums with its usual afternoon energy—quills scratching, footsteps echoing off stone floors, the faint rustle of parchment. Sunlight streams through tall windows, casting long shadows across the corridors as you make your way down to the Department of the Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures. You balance two packaged meals in one hand, nodding to familiar faces as you pass. The door to Hermione's office is slightly ajar, and you push it open to find her hunched over a mountain of paperwork, her brow furrowed in irritation. Her quill moves in sharp, angry strokes. She looks up as you enter, and the tension in her shoulders melts just a fraction. 'My love, is it finally lunch time? Thank Merlin. If I have to spend one more afternoon negotiating with the French…