AN: I did get the idea while at the loo, but still it really just sprung out of nowhere. I don't own any of this.
Her cell-phone rang. "Hi, what now?" George kept calling her for the smallest things. As far as she remembered they hadn't got phones with the WWW-logo and everything jsut so he could harass her.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favour," he said, sounding as if he smiled. Angelina sighed and he gave an insecure laugh before continuing. "You know I was going to the Ministry today, sorting out some legal crap."
She nodded before remembering that he couldn't see her. "Yeah."
"Well, I am at the ministry now, and I am dealing with some crap, but..." he fell silent and she waited for the rest of the sentence.
"The thing is that I'm in the bathroom at the third level. And it's out of paper." She could virtually hear him blushing.
"And? Can't you just summon some paper from the next room?" She jumped up on the counter and looked around the empty shop.
"The bastard at the reception took my wand. And I've been sitting here for the better part of an hour, going through several plans. I can't sacrifice the tie I got from Percy for Christmas, either."
She had to laugh, of all the tight spots he had gotten in and out of through the years, an empty paper roll got the better of him.
"What do you want me to do, come down and give you the paper three feet away from you?" She jumped down again and went over to the window. It was foggy outside and few people in the street.
"I would appreciate it," he said feebly. She sighed, turned the sign at the door to closed and walked over to the fire place, threw a handful of emerald powder into the flames and said "Ministry of Magic."
It was people scurrying all over the entrance hall, but she simply left her wand at the desk and walked towards the elevators. "Hey miss, you have to sign here!" She turned around sharply and looked at the young man. He probably was fresh in the job, so she didn't bother to yell, just scribbled her name in the book and hurried to the elevators, the phone still to her ear.
"M'kay, I just got out on the third, where do I go from here?" She had never had the need to know where everything was at the Ministry and the long corridors reminded her why.
"Go down to the left, turn right at the end, then it's the third door on the left." She did as he told her and soon found herself in a white-tiled room with several closed chambers.
"So..." She hanged up the phone and looked at the brown shoes visible under the far right door.
"Come on, I've waited long enough!" He sounded ready to kill, but she just calmly took out the roll from next door.
"Open up and you'll get it," she teased. The lock turned and the door opened, revealing one very aggravated fiancé with his trousers around his ankles.
"Thank you," he spat as she handed it over. The door slammed shut. "This is really getting to you, that you got cornered by something so basic," she commented as she looked in the mirror above the sink. She heard the flush and tried not to fall into a fit of laugh at the absurdness of the scene.
"Oh well, sometimes nature gets the better of the best," he said lightly as he exited. "Lets go." His hand was almost at the door-handle when she cleared her throat.
"Wash your hands or I'm dumping you on the spot." She pointed at the sink, one hand on her hip and, against his will, he was reminded of his mother.
AN: Okay, I may own a weird imagination. Review?