" I am the newly appointed Senior Undersecretary of The Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge."
The stout young pink woman proudly stated the mouthful of words to the woman. The witch blinked once and shrugged, taking out a pencil and a small notepad.
" What would you want, oh great Dolores?"
Umbridge scrunched her nose and pointed at the heart shaped mug in the picture with brown and pink swirls. She snorted and giggled as she tried to pronounce the name to herself.
" The pink lady would like the Muggle's Love's Affair Latte!"
Dolores folded her hands in her lap, humming to herself. It had been a good day, especially after she had bought those kitten plates. After that, she had been appointed as the Senior Undersecretary for Cornelius Fudge.
A waitress bowed to her and brought the frothy, pink, and delicious beverage to her.
It had been an amazing day, and the Latte was swirled with just enough pink. After a sip, she grinned in delight. It was creamy yet very softening. She would have to try more muggle foods and drinks from then on.
" You messed this drink up!"
" I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to put the real love potion in it!"
The head chef stormed angrily to him, " Didn't mean to? Of course you did! Now the poor woman will be hopelessly in love if someone if they left even a single hair in her drink!"
" Sir, it was an accident, I swear!"
" That was expensive to buy and make! You wasted the entire bottle on it, and she didn't even pay for any of it. Now the effects will last a century, give or take a decade or two!"
The apprentice chef with silky onyx hair backed slowly into the restaurant.
Just then, the man with black hair and snake like eyes hit her table with his hip and groaned in pain. A strand of his hair fell in Dolores's cup of latte.
" I'm so incredibly sorry, ma'am." The man said.
Dolores lifted her angry eyes from the cup of tea, but she wasn't able to insult him. Her breath hitched and her heart stopped. In front of her, was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. His eyes were the perfect shade of red.
" I-It's alright, what's y-your name?" Dolores stuttered out.
" Tom Riddle, m'lady." He bowed down.
" That's such a brave name.." She purred out just like a cat.
Tom bristled with anger. How dare this woman call his father's name courageous? He was anything but brave for leaving his weak mother. He forced a friendly smile before hustling away.
Dolores sighed with happiness and continued to sip her tea. After drinking the creamy essence, she found a strand of hair in it. She giggled childishly and lavishly tried to suck the juices off the hair.
" Oh my it's Tom's hair... He must want me to find him again. Oh that little minx!"
She cast a tracking spell on the small piece of hair and smirked. The woman carefully put it in her jacket's pocket slit and handled it as if it were a newborn babe.
" Let the games begin, Tom."
