"What makes you so sure that you are right for this position?" The elderly woman sitting at the ornate desk in the middle of the room spoke.
"I've done some work with ingredients and recipes before, I know how this works. It's my thing," the Irish accent in the man rung through his words, as he spoke from his rather insignificant position in the room.
"I'm sure we've all done a little mixing before," the woman paused to let her peers laugh around her from the hearing seats, "but can you teach mixology?"
"Hear me out. If there's one thing I can do right, it's Potions."
"Alright then,"
A hammer was knocked.
The meeting was adjourned.
People filed out the room, to talk to the press.
"Just yesterday, the start of the increasingly controversial and scruntinised projects begun in the Ministry of Magic Hearing Court No. 2," Mr Weasley read out, from the Daily Prophet. The family were sitting in the living room, with hot mugs and sweet pastries, chatting, listening to the radio and the occasional news article.
"I think it's terrible how they're doing it," Fred said.
"Letting Death Eaters teach at our school," George agreed.
"I think it's a bit unfair to call them death eaters anymore now. They've been through intensive therapy and treatment at St Mungos, to help them with their problems. Voldemort's gone now." Molly said pityingly.
"You'll be one of the only ones Molly," Arthur commented, "loads of folk at work have been furious about it,"
"Go on, read us the rest of the article," Urged Ron, looking up from his game of Gobstones.
Arthur picked up the paper again.
"When is this going to end?" Professor Sprout looked worryingly at Minerva McGonagall. Her old friend had come for a visit and now they were sat in Sprout's garden, eating fresh fruit and discussing the latest controversies."Well, Pomona, it could be worse. They are only going to be assistant professors,"
"But Minerva I would have thought you of all people would be totally against it."
"I'm not completely happy with it, I'll tell you, but I do believe in second chances. I know the power of change and its effect in people. I'd like to welcome them to Hogwarts to help them, just like we do with anyone else who comes,"
"I see your point," Pomana put her cup down,"But I'm always going to approach them hesitantly,"
"I understand," Minerva respected he feelings.
Back in the Weasley Residence, Ron was writing a letter to Harry. He'd managed to find clippings of the article they were reading earlier and knew Harry wouldn't know about it. He'd already talked to Hermione on the matter, who had a subscription to the Daily Prophet.
Dear Harry,
Here's some news you might find interesting. Dad was telling us the other night, I can't believe it myself. Hope you're having a good time. Weather's nice for the first time in forever. Send me an owl pronto.
Ron
Harry skimmed through Ron's letter, picking up the clipping that'd fallen out the parcel. It was an article about death eaters teaching at the school, and nothing less. Shocking news. Hogwarts was welcoming death eaters as part of a ministry of magic scheme. Harry thought Fudge wouldn't even have been stupid enough to do this.
He quickly picked up his quill and started writing away. "What the hell is wrong with the Ministry of Magic these days? And Dumbledore can't possibly allow this?"
He did think that there must be some sort of goodness to it otherwise Dumbledore would've never allowed it to happen.
A printing press far away was working on producing as many papers as possible surrounding interviews with Death Eaters. Time would tell when the new school year arrived.
