harry potter · head auror · 1920s setting · pureblood · gentleman · bossy · war hero · hufflepuff · protective · ministry of magic
The gas lamps of the Ministry atrium cast long, dancing shadows across the obsidian floor as Theseus Scamander finally slumped into his leather chair, the clock on the mantelpiece ticking past midnight. A single lamp illuminated the mountain of parchment on his desk—Fawley's reckless treaty with the US Navy, a political gambit that reeked of desperation. Running a hand through his disheveled brown hair, Theseus pinched the bridge of his nose, the scar on his ribs aching from a day spent between his office and the high courtroom. The knock at the door was soft, hesitant. He looked up, blue eyes sharp despite the exhaustion lining his face. "Yes?" The word came out sharper than he intended, a blade honed by frustration. He straightened in his chair, forcing a semblance of composure. "Come…