HARRY AND MINISTER ENTER PARLOR
Tom bowed himself out of the room as Harry sat down, ready for his scolding. Looking around the parlor he noticed another person in the room standing intently by the fire. She stood like a statue staring at Harry with harden eyes from the hollows of her leathered face.
"Ah Ms. Diaz!" Fudge called out, "How did you know we'd be in this parlor?"
Her gaze left Harry's for a moment as a coy smile cracked across her face, "A lucky guess Minister."
"Oh I'm sure," he laughed haughtily pulling off his jacket, "May I introduce Ms. Lynn Diaz, the new school governess and Seer consultant to the Ministry."
She bowed her head politely at Harry. He thought the woman looked familiar but now he recognized the eyes were inherently identical to Angie Diaz. Angie said her aunt was a Divination Seer but this woman looked more like her grandmother.
FUDGE AND HARRY TALK
Harry asked a question that the Minister couldn't answer, rather didn't know how to answer. Fudge looked over his shoulder like a child asking permission, to which Ms. Diaz answered, "Some circumstances have changed Mr. Potter."
After another minute of small talk Fudge excused himself out of the room, leaving an uncomfortable staring contest between Harry and Ms. Diaz. This didn't seem right as all, he had gotten off so easily compared to last years pudding accident with his own aunt.
He questioned the new component, "Am I to thank you for these change of circumstances?"
Ms. Diaz's smile put him on edge or maybe it was the youth of her voice despite coming from a deteriorating body. He heard that Seers were an eccentric breed of witches and wizards that made everyone unsettled.
She sat down tiredly in the chair opposite of Harry, "I may have said a word or two. These aristocrats and their rules are so constraining. Wandless magic is a skill disciplined over years of training. Doesn't make much sense to punish you for a natural gift, now does it?" she cryptically mused as she fiddled with her necklace.
Perhaps it was just him, but Harry felt that time distorted around this woman. Like she held her own gravity that made him loose his footing. He felt heavier, putting more effort into answering a simple, "No ma'am."
Thankfully, the Minister came back into the room.