And the World Bowed Down
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Minerva McGonagall could not believe Albus had the nerve to send her to United States of America as his representative at the International Magical Government Summit. She had to…talk to Macusa representatives. Arrogant self-centered prats, the lot of them! And of course, Americans being Americans, lacking subtly in all ways, hosted the Summit in Washington D.C. in the Capital Building. Yes they had a secret room with protection and all that… But the gall! To hold it during a session of the Senate! Minerva had it up to here, no above up to here, with the Americans. And Albus. Did she mention the Americans? Fuck the lot of them!
Minerva had escaped the political hobnobbing as soon as she could. She might have been rude to the Macusa President, Maria Preston. Alright, she might have told her to sod off. And to go fuck herself. With a Cleansweep. A broken Cleansweep. But, it was totally justified. The bitch was annoying, if not downright intolerable. She deserved it. So here she was, hiding in the nearest pub, nursing a local brew. It was not Atholl Browse, but it was tolerable. Tolerable enough to get smashed.
Minerva was starting to get tipsy when a tiny, older woman entered the pub. She was dressed in workout clothing and battered trainers. The woman had clearly just come from some kind of fitness activity. The thing that stood out was strong posture and the bun at the back of her held in place with a fantastic scrunchy. The scrunchy caught Minerva's eye. It was bold, a gold fantasy that stood out starkly against her gray hair. Minerva had always used magic with practical pins to hold her hair in place. She might want to reconsider her hair routine. Then the woman made a beeline to the bar and sat right next to Minerva.
"Whiskey. Now."
Minerva looked over at the woman with respect. Any woman who selected whiskey was good in her book. The woman moaned with relief when the whiskey appeared, uttered a prayer and tossed it back. The grimace followed by the sigh was all too familiar. Then the woman began to mutter.
"Pricks. All of them. Colleges my ass. More like a pack of hyenas, horny hyenas with misogynistic tendencies. And short attention spans. And archaic notions. Fucking assholes! Who do they think they are! I wish I could bring the lot of them down!"
"You and me both, sister. Fucking bureaucratic assholes. The lot of them!"
The woman paused in her ramblings and turned towards Minerva.
"Exactly! You can't get anything done here! Red tape, bad attitudes, arrogance…"
"Self-centeredness, ignorance, cold-bloodedness…"
"No morality, sexist, callous…"
"Annoying, prudish, daft…"
Both paused and looked at each other with awe in their eyes. Minerva offered her hand first.
"Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Ruth Bader Ginsburg, United States Supreme Court Justice."
Minerva focused her full attention on Ruth. "I feel like I just found my twin."
Ruth leaned in eagerly. "Same here."
"It seems we have similar problems."
"It would appear so."
Minerva grinned wickedly. "I think we should do something about it. With my magic and your political power, plus our prestigious minds…"
"We could fix everything," Ruth finished.
"So, shall we start now?"
In a half an hour all the governments both, magic and muggle, fell worldwide. In their place two Empresses reigned supreme. The world would never forget the day Minerva McGonagall, Witch and Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg, United States Supreme Court Justice met in a pub in Washington D.C. and decided to change the world.