Tap.
The pink quill tapped nervously on the side of the desk.
A moment later, the door squeaked and opened.
Dolores stopped tapping.
Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, entered through her office door, offering her a smile.
"Hello Cornelius," she said.
"Good evening, Dolores," he sighed tiredly. It was nearly midnight.
"You were successful?"
"I was."
"Did he disapprove?"
"I'm afraid so."
Dolores sneered. "You're right, Minister," she cooed. "He's self-righteous. He doesn't see how he is hurting the children."
"Yes, you're right, Dolores," Cornelius agreed. "Hogwarts needs guidance."
"And I know you are the perfect woman for the job."
