A Fly on the Wall: Inside the Ministry of Magic
Chapter 1: The Department of Magical Games and Sports
A/N: I'm guessing most of the people who are reading, or will be reading, this fanfiction have already read the fifth Harry Potter book. I received this idea from the seventh chapter, The Ministry of Magic. I wondered what happened around the Ministry on an average day. This fanfiction is my idea of what the Ministry of Magic is like. Thanks for reading this!
Disclaimer: This is my own idea, as I have stated already above. I am not aware of anyone else having this idea. The names of the Departments are only J.K. Rowling's and I am not going to take credit for them, as are the names you recognized.
I. British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters
I'm a fly, but not just any fly, I'm a fly inside the Ministry of Magic. I used to be a human until someone transfigured me into this body. My name used to be Wilson Fische, yes, like the animal 'fish'. I can't tell you how many times I've been teased about my name in school. I've been a fly for twelve years. I think a wizard by the name of Lucius Malfoy transfigured me, after I overheard something I probably wasn't supposed to hear. I've gotten used to this fly body.
I've always wondered was goes on in the Ministry, and now I have my chance. I've just flown into the lift and out the gates into the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I follow an old man carrying a bundle of brooms into a room, through a doorway which has a gold plaque bearing the inscription "British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters".
"Okay, Gunner, I've got a hold of those brooms you wanted me to test out. I hope you're happy with my observations and tests," the man said, laying down the brooms on a desk belonging to a man with a short brown beard and wide blue eyes. "These Stallion 600's nearly killed me, they all bucked me off. I keep telling you not to trust those Americans, with their factory- made brooms that keep falling apart and the names that describe the brooms perfectly..."
This conversation was getting boring so I headed over to another desk in the same room.
"Look, Bagman, we can't hold the Cup in London this year. Ireland's win was totally unexpected and we've had no time to prepare for this event," a wizard was saying to handsome, young wizard with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him.
"Aww, Barty, it would be so much fun! Can't we just see if there's a space that's a good fit?"
"No. Events like this take time and talent to organize, months and months of work. You, Bagman, who have never known real work, wouldn't understand," the man called Barty looked coldly at the young wizard as he said this.
Next, I headed into a room marked Official Gobstones Club. Two men were sitting across from each other at a table.
"Ralph, I can't believe you've started selling poisonous Gobstones in your shop! What has possessed you to make you feel it's alright to sell kids Gobstones that squirt poison and potion at the losers? The other day an angry parent came in and went on and on about how her little girl sprouted wings and perched on top of her husband's head. There was a lot of paperwork to do that day, I can assure you."
The last room in the Department was the Ludicrous Patents Office. I saw a wide array of unusual things. I saw a book titled "The Magical Science of Herpetology" that was hissing and had fangs at each end of the book. There was a sticker that read "DANGEROUS and POISONOUS: SEND BACK IMMEDIATELY". Another object I saw was a broom with a dragon's head on it, this one had a sticker that said "Uncontrollable: keep locked in cage, till ready to send back", it almost burned me to death so I decided to scoot out of this Department.
Chapter 1: The Department of Magical Games and Sports
A/N: I'm guessing most of the people who are reading, or will be reading, this fanfiction have already read the fifth Harry Potter book. I received this idea from the seventh chapter, The Ministry of Magic. I wondered what happened around the Ministry on an average day. This fanfiction is my idea of what the Ministry of Magic is like. Thanks for reading this!
Disclaimer: This is my own idea, as I have stated already above. I am not aware of anyone else having this idea. The names of the Departments are only J.K. Rowling's and I am not going to take credit for them, as are the names you recognized.
I. British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters
I'm a fly, but not just any fly, I'm a fly inside the Ministry of Magic. I used to be a human until someone transfigured me into this body. My name used to be Wilson Fische, yes, like the animal 'fish'. I can't tell you how many times I've been teased about my name in school. I've been a fly for twelve years. I think a wizard by the name of Lucius Malfoy transfigured me, after I overheard something I probably wasn't supposed to hear. I've gotten used to this fly body.
I've always wondered was goes on in the Ministry, and now I have my chance. I've just flown into the lift and out the gates into the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I follow an old man carrying a bundle of brooms into a room, through a doorway which has a gold plaque bearing the inscription "British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters".
"Okay, Gunner, I've got a hold of those brooms you wanted me to test out. I hope you're happy with my observations and tests," the man said, laying down the brooms on a desk belonging to a man with a short brown beard and wide blue eyes. "These Stallion 600's nearly killed me, they all bucked me off. I keep telling you not to trust those Americans, with their factory- made brooms that keep falling apart and the names that describe the brooms perfectly..."
This conversation was getting boring so I headed over to another desk in the same room.
"Look, Bagman, we can't hold the Cup in London this year. Ireland's win was totally unexpected and we've had no time to prepare for this event," a wizard was saying to handsome, young wizard with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him.
"Aww, Barty, it would be so much fun! Can't we just see if there's a space that's a good fit?"
"No. Events like this take time and talent to organize, months and months of work. You, Bagman, who have never known real work, wouldn't understand," the man called Barty looked coldly at the young wizard as he said this.
Next, I headed into a room marked Official Gobstones Club. Two men were sitting across from each other at a table.
"Ralph, I can't believe you've started selling poisonous Gobstones in your shop! What has possessed you to make you feel it's alright to sell kids Gobstones that squirt poison and potion at the losers? The other day an angry parent came in and went on and on about how her little girl sprouted wings and perched on top of her husband's head. There was a lot of paperwork to do that day, I can assure you."
The last room in the Department was the Ludicrous Patents Office. I saw a wide array of unusual things. I saw a book titled "The Magical Science of Herpetology" that was hissing and had fangs at each end of the book. There was a sticker that read "DANGEROUS and POISONOUS: SEND BACK IMMEDIATELY". Another object I saw was a broom with a dragon's head on it, this one had a sticker that said "Uncontrollable: keep locked in cage, till ready to send back", it almost burned me to death so I decided to scoot out of this Department.