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Politicians These Days
The sound of those fancy shoes on the fancy floor was starting to get on her nerves. This was ridiculous.
What did they think they were doing?
She was just buying a pair of maternity robes in Diagon Alley, and a bunch of people from the Ministry dragged her away.
Surely they had no right to do that. Or if they were going to be so rude, they could at least explain why they were treating her like a criminal.
I mean, sure, she was sort of a criminal – they all were – but no one else knew that. Not even their parents.
The huge wooden doors had been opened.
She inspected her surroundings, even though she knew exactly where she was.
It was a huge room, with one big, wooden chair in the middle. Around it was sort of like an arena, with people sitting on benches, to the left and right of the podium in the middle.
That seat was empty. And she assumed the seat in the middle was for her, unless she had been appointed to some new, important Ministry job that she wasn't aware she had in the first place, the podium seat wasn't for her.
She was pulled into the middle of the room. Though, she tried to stand her ground, the force was too strong.
She felt all the eyes in the room were trained on her. Her palms felt sweaty. What was going on?
She was pushed into the seat. It was hard and cold, and quite uncomfortable. And she knew that she wasn't the only one who thought that while sitting in this chair.
There was a prolonged, awkward silence.
They were waiting for whoever was supposed to be sitting in the podium. She hoped it would be someone she knew. Though she thought she recognised a few people sitting on the benches, but she just couldn't place them. She knew that they were Aurors anyway – or members of The Wizengamot. And as there were a few empty places on the benches, she still had some hope of seeing a familiar face.
Suddenly, she heard the footsteps from before, coming from behind her. Though they were slightly different, lighter possibly.
Before she knew it, everyone was standing.
She wasn't going to stand, not until she knew what was going on.
But then to her relief, she saw that familiar face she was looking for, and stood straight away.
She felt herself calm down a bit. That podium was for the Minister of Magic. Someone who would no-doubt be on her side.
She wasn't really worried all that much anyways.
It's not like they would find anything out. The whole thing was so top secret, that they had to change meeting locations every time.
And it's not like anyone expected them to be criminals. They were supposed to be the ones fighting the bad guys, not being the bad guys. But I guess, that was the whole brilliance of the plot. No one suspected a thing.
The familiar voice ushered everyone to sit down, without even looking at anyone.
She didn't think he saw her yet, or else he would have said something.
"So," he began "What's the first item on the agenda?"
One of his aides answered: "Case file number two-hundred and ninety-eight, Minister."
"Are we ready to begin?" he asked.
"Just waiting for the ones on patrol, Sir." the aide answered.
"Well someone can fill them in when they get here. Shall we begin?" the Minister proceeded to open the file. His eyes began to widen, as a look of shock spread across his face. He looked up from the file, directly towards her. She just shrugged, because she really was confused.
Then he exclaimed quite loudly to the rest of the room, with anger in his voice: "Why on earth are we arresting Victoire Weasley?"