A/N: All of Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K Rowling, however this plot was originated by me. This is my first fanfic.
Saying that I exhausted, not to mention famished, is an understatement of the century. Locking myself in my office and drowning myself in work for the past twenty four hours is also an understatement. I was in there for thirty-six. I groan as stretch my legs for what feels like the first time in forever as I exit the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, clutching my Prada purse in my twitching hands, yearning for the pleasing taste of a fatty burger as well as the sweet sensation of soda slipping down my mouth.
I keep my head down in effort to avoid being netted into a conversation I really wasn't in the mood to have. The title of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcment attracted a lot of attention, most of which was unwanted. Yes, I do enjoy conversing about politics and the general welfare of animal, but at times like these, all a woman needs is food. I quicken my face at the sheer thought of being kept away from my food.
As I enter the Ministry of Magic's apparating hall, I turn on the spot, thinking of landing in a alleyway seven or eight miles away from the ministry. A familiar sensation grips me as I am sucked through air and space, being transported to somewhere completely different in mere seconds. My inner-muggle still ignites at the thought that I would never have to spend long, dreaded hours on är trips, waiting to arrive somewhere. I land with a soft thud in an alleyway that I am perhaps too acquainted with from my hours of work.
I walk into the busy streets of London, a small smile painted on my face. The busy streets with cars of all different colors and sidewalks lined with restaurants. All thought the magical world is fascinating, sometimes all you need is a dose of something all most regular.
When I enter the nearly deserted cafe, I walk straight to the counter, thinking of ordering the most unhealthy combination of food that this cafe could serve. "I want a burger, heavy onions and heavy mayo, with a medium Dr. Pepper soda and a load of fries," I order lazily, not bothering with my manners, tapping the tips of my fingers on the counter in a fashion that screams, 'I'm not in the mood'. The man at the counter raises an eyebrow as I scowl. Only then I realize at what a state I must be in. I run my hand through my formerly bushy but now silky hair, only to find it in disarray. Imagining my day old makeup all crusty and dark circles under my eyes, I reprimand myself for not bothering to wash up. I roll my eyes at the cashier in effort to cover up a blush of embarrassment and swipe my muggle credit card.
Five minutes later, I sink my teeth into a mayo filled, crunchy burger thankful that there was finally food in my very hungry stomach. Almost immediately, I find myself in an improved mood, but not by a lot. I continue to shovel food into my mouth as if I hadn't eaten in days. I gaze around the small cafe, taking in the red table tops accompanied with navy blue booths and walls framed with posters of muggle life. That's one reason I enjoy coming here. with life in the magical world, I hardly get a glimpse of muggle life. I don't mind, but coming to this small cafe and learning about the latest pop star or model was something that intrigued me very much.
My mind soon drifts off to why on earth I deprived myself of the outside world for 36 hours and engulfed myself in piles of overflowing work.
It all began after I came back from a week long holiday. As the youngest head of the department since before Wizarding War 1, I practically had the eyes of everyone in the ministry. This wasn't an easy feat, considering before I stepped in the entire department was behind in paperwork by 4 weeks. Luckily with some new protocols and sadly, some departing of employees, the department was ahead again. Ever since then, which was 6 months ago, I haven't taken a day off.
Thus, when I went on a short holiday, work life practically fell apart as I find the whole department a week behind and in complete disarray. Only to make matters worse, Draco bloody Malloy was moved to my department. In the position below me. Assistant Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcment.
Which brings us back to now. My burger was sitting in my happy stomach as I continuously alternate with fries and Dr. Pepper. Joy, bloody, joy.
Fin
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