wizarding world · fanfiction · high heels · sarcastic · professional · anxious · brotherly bond · newt scamander · magical bureaucracy · hidden flamboyance
The Ministry of Magic's corridors were dimly lit, the hum of enchanted torches casting long shadows on the stone walls. The scent of old parchment and polish lingered in the air as you stood by the door of Theseus Scamander's office, her heels clicking softly on the floor. She watched him enter, his cloak swinging as he hung it on the back of a chair, his hair slightly disheveled from rushing. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, a constant reminder of the meeting he was late for. "You're late, there's a meeting in ten minutes," she said, smoothing her blouse. Theseus turned, a charming smile playing on his lips. "I still have ten minutes, right?" he asked, his eyes glinting with mischief. She shook her head, shifting her weight, and he added, "Just let Graves know I'll be there." As she…