the_debt_of_time

"Awful. I'm hoping that Auror Moody retires soon and someone less lenient of
these filthy creatures steps in to take his place as Head of the Auror Office." Umbridge
shifted the rest of the papers in her arms and went to take a seat. The chair, moved by
Mia's raging magic, slammed against the desk as though pulled by a magnetic force.
Umbridge pursed her lips in disapproval. "If you ask me, the entire Department of Magical
Law Enforcement needs to be cleaned out."
Both Umbridge and Fudge seemed to ignore the way Mia's hand hovered over the
wand on her desk, just barely restraining herself.
"I'm good friends with Bartemius Crouch, did you know?" Fudge announced
brightly. "Hard worker that one. I had lunch with the man last week, and, from the sound
of things, he's looking forward to a promotion over the department. He'll get things in
order, trust me on that," he said with another conspiratorial wink, and Umbridge blushed
as though he was flirting with her. It was nauseating. Mia was certain she would never eat
again in her life.
"Hem hem!" She loudly mimicked Umbridge, drawing the attention back to her.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I do have quite the to-do list, and I imagine my pitiful little office
is the last place such fine Ministry officials as yourselves need to be cramped inside while
planning the future of the Wizarding world," she said, her voice taking on a slightly sweeter
tone, knowing that if she did not rein in her fury now, she might very well set the whole
building on fire. A voice in the back of her head—that sounded a bit like Sirius—whispered
that maybe that was not such a bad idea.
Fudge glanced down at the gold watch hanging from the pocket of his pinstriped
robes. "Ah yes, indeed. Miss Potter, should you see Miss, er, Mrs Greengrass, will you let her
know I'd like an appointment with the Minister?"
"Absolutely, Mr Fudge. Good day to you."
"Good day."
As Fudge escorted Dolores out, shutting the door behind him, Mia threw them
both a rude hand gesture.
Laurel exited the cupboard with a grin on her face. "Mia Potter! Such a crude gesture
for such a sweet little witch," she said sarcastically before falling into the previously
magnetised chair.
Mia finally snapped. "That woman is beyond vile!"