"Mister Riddle, please. Surely you can't-"
"I can and I do."
Tom sighed to himself as the small wizard rushed around him like a Cactus Pixie. Or a gnat. He'd shown up somewhere around three in the morning crowing about some sort of marriage act to repopulate the wizard community after Grindelwald. Now it was five, and the Ministry Official still hadn't caught the hint that he was in no mood to be trifled with.
So far he'd tried purposefully setting off several security hexes, a half dozen sedating charms, and even a cupboard door. The annoying little man had either been too short to be hit or had labeled it as 'standard security procedures' and 'good practice'.
He was considering reaching for a cursed dagger from one of the cases and doing away with him, but he could send out an alarm any time.
So he had to be more crafty about how to dispose of the pest. His three miserly hours of sleep didn't contribute much to his craft, but by Salazar's name, he was Tom Marvelo Riddle- he wouldn't be beaten by some hyperactive little titch of a wizard.
He spotted something on the wall- a long, spindly instrument of less than noble history. It was a grimble- a burglar trap that did a bit more than catch the crook. He walked just out of its range, and like a moth to a flame, the little man followed. He, unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on you) knew nothing of the magic, and fell right into the trap.
In all of about five seconds, a half dozen ebony arms lashed out and grabbed at the wizard, covering his head completely. It then let go of the now unconscious man, leaving several bruises and patches once covered in skin. Tom, with a smirk, cast a feather light charm and sent the body into the street and several doors down.
But, he knew that this wouldn't be the end of it- the ministry was far too persistent to be stopped by the disarming of one of their members. Privacy was a foreign idea to them still. Hopefully that'd change... but he still had this blasted marriage law to deal with. It wasn't like he wasn't interested in girls- what young man wasn't- but the way his parents had left me had left a very bad taste in his mouth in regarding unions or children.
But it wasn't like he had power over it, by any means. After all, he wasn't an overlord of any kind...