the_debt_of_time

"Don't get me wrong, there needs to be some serious reform in the Department for the
Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but you forget that my dad worked there
for years, and it's full of corruption."
For all Mia knew, it was working in the Department for the Regulation and Control
of Magical Creatures that had caused Lyall Lupin's corruption. Perhaps, if the Ministry had
an ounce of decency, there could be education about werewolves and other creatures
instead of the "control" and "regulation" that ultimately bred fear.
"The entire Ministry is corrupted," she said, thinking briefly of future Ministers for
Magic, Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour. "It needs a complete overhaul, but I'd have
to start somewhere, and where else would I get my foot in the door?"
"Anywhere else."
She rolled her eyes and gently pushed at his shoulder. "You're biased. I think I could
bring a lot to the department. I happen to be quite an expert on a certain subject."
"Oh?" He raised a challenging eyebrow. "What subject might that be?"
She used the moment to try and talk him out of his bad mood by scooting closer
and running her fingers up the centre of his chest, dancing them up the side of his neck,
and using her index finger to draw a line against his bottom lip.
Remus smirked and captured her finger gently between his teeth, trapping it.
"How to wrap a werewolf around one's finger, for instance."
He chuckled and released her finger, taking her hand, instead, with his own and
kissing the inside of her wrist gently. "By that logic, I'm an expert at how to wrap a witch
around one's waist," he whispered seductively, reminding her of the night before, where
outside the concert in a dark alley, he pinned her against a brick wall and drove her to
unspeakable heights.
"You're terrible." She kissed him before pulling away to continue her point. "But
don't you think I could do a lot of good there? Overturn archaic laws regarding werewolves
and house-elves and centaurs?"
"What's this about centaurs?" Charlus Potter's voice broke through the back door.
At the sound, Remus tossed Mia off of him, depositing her on the ground.
She burst into laughter before turning her eyes upward and smiling innocently at
her father. By the look on his face, Charlus could easily tell which of the two teenagers had
been the instigator.