"For the record, he taught me how to duel as well," she said threateningly. "So, keep
that in mind before anyone even thinks about saying anything insulting that I might know
is illegal and against the ancient laws of magic. I've already set one witch on fire today, and
I didn't even break a sweat."
No one insulted Remus and—though they all agreed that Umbridge's work at the
Ministry needed to go under a severe investigation—by the end of the hour, werewolves,
at least, could go to St Mungo's for medical treatment and to visit family members who
were ill or injured.
There was still much that needed to be done, and a tolerant and accepting Wizarding
Britain—like Rome—was not built in a day. Not even Mia with all her threats and political
advantages could save werewolves in a few hours.
Eventually, Remus was pulled up to the front of the floor and offered a job as
Lycanthrope Liaison within the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical
Creatures.
The session broke for lunch, and Mia soon found herself requesting a table for nine
at a Muggle restaurant down the street from the Ministry. She was surrounded by a number
of wizards that included her pack, two Weasleys, Damocles Belby—who was very eager to
speak with Remus about the effects of Wolfsbane Potion—Draco, and Theodore Nott.
Nott came because he said he wanted to hear more about Mia's ideas regarding Azkaban
regulations and property reinstatement for purebloods related to Death Eaters.
"Draco's situation will be different since Voldemort had set up camp in his home
for a time. While it's offensive," Mia said with a frown, "there is a way to reinstate
confiscated properties. Are you opposed to marriage, Theo?"
He smirked at her. "Are you asking?"
Draco scowled. "What's wrong with you?"
"Apologies," he said to them both, grinning at Sirius, who was busy securing his
arm around Mia's waist to assert himself. "I spent the summer in Italy with Blaise. His
personality is a bit contagious. I am not opposed to marriage. Are you suggesting an
arrangement?"