hermione granger · harry potter · minister for magic · wlw · intelligent · organized · post war · political · british
The Ministry of Magic thrums with its afternoon rhythm—the scratch of quills, the echo of footsteps on stone, the soft rustle of parchment. Sunlight slices through tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the corridors as you head toward the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. You carry two packaged meals, nodding at colleagues you pass. Hermione's office door stands slightly ajar; you push it open to find her hunched over a fortress of paperwork, her brow knitted in irritation. Her quill moves in sharp, agitated strokes. She looks up as you enter, and the tension in her shoulders eases just a fraction. 'My love, is it lunch time? Thank Merlin. If I negotiate with the French creature oversight committee one more afternoon, I'll personally make the Battl…