Only 10 points separated Arthur Weasley from all of the newly passed Aurors. It's not that he necessarily wanted to become an Auror, but the raise in salary would have been nice for his growing family; He and his wife, Molly, had three young sons, and another child on the way. Defeated, Arthur made his way back to his cramped office- if you could even call it that- in the Improper Use of Magic Department. He was an assistant here, but nobody took him seriously. He had been trying for about 2 years now to convince the Minister of Magic that there needed to be another branch- The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office.
Almost monthly, his department received calls about flying vacuums, chairs that moved on their own, and, most recently, a toaster that sang the Canadian National Anthem. It was only a matter of time until a muggle got ahold of an enchanted item and really hurt themselves. And unluckily for them, that matter of time was right now. The Minister's voice boomed throughout the small office space 'WEASLEY, MY OFFICE. NOW.'
Arthur racked his brain. He couldn't have possibly done anything wrong, aside from failing the Auror exam. Arthur got into the lift, and rode it to the floor that the Minister's office was located. Upon reaching the door, he knocked, and the door pushed open. The Minister was inside, pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed as he muttered to himself. Arthur cleared his throat, and the Minister looked up.
"Oh good you're here. So we, uh, have had an encounter. Some old bat of a wizard enchanted a cutlery set and an iron to help him around the house after his wife passed. Well, being as he was already a little senile, he sent the knives after a young muggle boy, thinking the child was there to kill him. Luckily the boy is okay, but his parents are in a tizzy." Arthur's face turned as pale as the Minister's. His first thoughts were of his own young sons, and that made him mad.
"This is what I have been trying to tell you! With the MMA office, we would be monitoring things like this, and we would be putting rules and regulations, along with consequences, into place!" Arthur was nearly out of breath. By this point, his face was nearly as red as his hair.
"Yes, yes, you were right. How about instead of shoving it into my face, you get a move on it. You're being promoted to Head of The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. Perkins will be your assistant, he is setting up your new office. Please JUST GET THOSE DAMNED KNIVES BEFORE THEY BEHEAD SOMEONE!" Arthur was momentarily stunned by the Minister's words.
"Er, I do get a raise, correct?" Arthur asked, the shock wearing out. "Well yes, of course. Why are you still in here? Knives!" The Minister ushered Arthur out of his office, and slammed the door shut. Arthur was too excited to be offended. He set out on his way, to locate his new office and then to find those knives. It was about damned time.