Deputy Vice Chancellor Minamoto looked out of the windows of his office, staring quietly at the rolling green fields of Oxford University. A few students rushed by on broomsticks, and off in the distance he thought he could see some people in the distance conjuring up a cooking fire. He mused quietly over wizards not being able to operate the electric ranges he'd had installed in the dorms and the fire safety hazard they posed before snapping out of his reverie at the sharp rapping that sounded. "Come in," he called, turning around to greet his visitor.

Minister Percival Weasley walked into the room, quickly, snapping the door shut on as "But Minister-"

"Can't get away from them can you Weasley?" Minamoto smiled quietly as he held out his hand. "It's been far too long. Take a seat, won't you?"

Weasley shook hands vigorously. "I'm afraid I can't sit and chat. It may be the first day of classes, but I'm just here to make an appearance and leave. Things are stirring up with Premier Ministre le Magie and his rather vocal disapproval of us Brits revealing ourselves."

"I could make a few calls if you'd like." Minamoto sat down at his desk and crossed his smooth pianist's hands, and took a careful look along the carefully manicured nails. His gray suit shone a little into Weasley's face, and the Minister was forced to blink a few times as the bright spring sunlight bounced into his eyes.

"I'd rather you not. The anniversary of Rufus Scrimgeour's death is coming up along with the anniversary of Lord Voldemort's defeat. I've invited him to that event, along with the Magical Prime Minster of Bulgaria Peter Asen Radoslav, and Olympe Maxime, Headmaster of Beauxbatons. The Headmaster of Durmstrang, Vladetz Radean has refused for the time being." Weasley did not meet Minamoto's eyes, and he had taken off his cap and was shuffling it nervously in his hands.

"Alright then," Minamoto said, rising from his leather chair, "Perhaps a quick jaunt over to the commons for your public appearance, and then we can speed your departure."

Weasley nervously continued to look at the cap in his hands. "I was actually hoping if I could host the Ministry's celebration of Voldemort's defeat here at the campus where Professor Potter could take part."

Minamoto looked piercingly at Weasley through his calm grey eyes. His Japanese face betrayed no emotions save for his British nose, which displayed the barest twitch of disapproval. "You'll just have to ask him." Reaching down to the telephone on his desk, he jabbed a button without breaking his stare. "Elaine? Could you tell me when Professor Potter's first class is?"

The speaker crackled a little, and the slow clacking of inexperienced hands on a keyboard was heard. "Professor Potter's first class is…at eleven today in the Severus Snape Memorial Dark Arts Research Building."

Minamoto sighed. "Weary already on the first day? Well that's not a good start, "he thought to himself. "I'll escort you there personally," he said out loud. Weasley's eyes leapt upwards, hopeful. "I won't help you convince him."