Sorry for updating so late. But here we go, short chapter I know, I know but it's really hard to write chapters with online classes and APs and stuff.

Plus, I've started some other projects to work on. Including a comic and stuff.

I still can't promise any frequent updates. One of my online exams had a technical issue and I have to redo it (and its Physics so duh).

Song for this chapter is 'Happy' from Pharrel Williams.

Peter's POV

"See ya boys later," Mica said, stepping into the floo which swallowed her up in green flames.

Martha hurried followed suit.

Once the two had left, the bricks of the wall shifted and closed, sealing the floo out of reach.

"Merlin," James said, "I was hoping we could just walk out from here."

"You don't even have your bags with you Prongs," Remus said, fondly rolling his eyes.

"I could summon it Moony," James mocked in the same tone. He then turned towards Sirius, "You sure you don't wanna come? Lily and I would love to have you with us."

"And risk being the third wheel," Sirius said scoffing, "No thanks."

"To be fair," Remus said smirking, "I'm pretty sure Lily would be the third wheel."

"Even worse then," Sirius exclaimed throwing his arms up, "No one want to suffer the wrath of Mrs. Potter."

I joined the laughter that came after with a chuckle that sounded more nervous than amused, imagining how Lily would react if she found out what I was doing.

"Well, I better be off then," James muttered heading towards the door. I nodded along.

We went to our rooms collecting our bags and then headed to Dumbledore's office. James stepped into the floo, disappearing in a wave of green flames. Once that had calmed down, I stepped into the floo. Throwing the powder into the fireplace I proclaimed my house address and felt myself be sucked into a twister.

For some reason the floo never seemed to trouble me, even when I was younger. I never experienced the nauseating feeling or the hands slapping feeling that people described. It was like being in one of those Water Park slides, just this one was rotating.

I stepped out as the fire started to die down.

I didn't bother taking in my apartment. I threw my luggage on the couch and rushed to my closet, pulling out a black formal cloak and changing into it. Then I twisted on the spot.

I appeared with a crack. The first thing that caught my eye was the massive golden statue that stood in the middle of the atrium. I walked forward, dodging the crowds of ministry workers.

I headed towards the elevators, exiting on Level 4 from where I walked towards the area in which I knew Umbridge's office was.

I approached the course wooden door, complemented by the silver plaque engraved with my new boss' name and designation.

I raised my fist poised in a fist, ready to knock and then paused.

I took in a deep breath.

This was it. This was the moment from when everything would change.

I knocked.

Three times.

The voice seemed to reverberate through the halls.

"Come in," came a soft, girlish voice.

I pushed the door open.

"M-ma'am," I winced internally. Now her first impression of me would be of a stuttering idiot.

"Good morning," I said, this time more adding more confidence in my voice.

Or at least I hoped I sounded confident.

She folded her hands in front of her on her desk. She smiled, an insincere smile, raising an eyebrow, "Yes?"

Did she not know who I was?

"I'm Peter Pettigrew, Ms. Umbridge," I said. Her eyes widened in realisation.

"Oh," she giggled, "No need to call me that."

I almost rolled my eyes. That was such a cliché line. No way was I calling her Dolores.

"Call me Head of Department," she said.

I looked at her taken aback.

"Or head or just boss..." she said, as if mulling the thought over in her head.

"Yes. Boss will do," she said with finality.

"Ok," I said wondering if it was too late to quit, "Boss."

She stood up then, the cats in the picture behind her letting out various sounds at the movement, "Let me show you to your cabin."

Cabin. On second thoughts, this may not be so bad after all.

She led me outside and to the door on her cabin's left.

On it, on a silver plaque were the words-

Peter Pettigrew

Assistant Head of Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures

I felt my chest puff out with pride.

I felt like I belonged. Like I had a purpose in life, a goal.

Like I was worth something.

She pushed the door open and stepped in, gesturing for me to follow.

My jaw dropped.

Used to working in a small room shared with over 50 Level 1 aurors, this cabin was a massive step up. It was only slightly smaller than Umbridge's own cabin. A mahogany desk sat in the middle, a black swivel chair behind it. Brown cabinets were embedded into the wall on one side and a metal cupboard sat on the other side.

"You are free to customise," Umbridge said looking around. She then giggled, "Though I would advise you not to. Rumour has it that the minister is promoting me to post of his Senior Undersecretary by next month," she looked at me, grinning like a small child who had just received her favourite candy, "We'll have to move rooms then."

She moved towards a far corner of the room and pointed to a small box which I had missed when I first entered the room. "I'll communicate through this whenever I want something," she said, "If you want to communicate just use the spell Conlocutio on the box. There is a box in my room which will transfer any of your messages. You probably noticed it. Looked similar to this one."

She turned to me with a sweet smile. Though she had said it like a statement, the way she looked at me made it seem like a question.

Did you notice it?

"Er..." I replied.

It was the only sound I could produce at the moment., knowing I hadn't noticed it.

I turned red, embarrassed by the impression I was making upon my new boss.

"Oh," she exclaimed, "Not the most observant, are you?"

She said it as if it was a joke, but there was a flash of disappointment in her eyes.

I felt nervousness fill my head. She must know what a failure I was now!

"Oh well, you'll learn," the stout woman said turning towards the door, brushing the incident off.

I let out a breath of relief. She didn't seem to mind.

She walked towards the door and stopped at the door frame, turning to face me.

"For today, at 10 I'll need you to bring me a report from the Animagus Registry Committee. I'll have some paper work done by 3, deliver it to the Minister's assistant and at 7 I'll need you to send Auror Bensid to my room. Lunch break is from 1 to 2." With that she turned around to leave.

I looked at her confused. Surely, that wasn't all I had to do today.

"That's it?" I asked, my brow furrowing.

She turned around smiling.

"Why? Do you want more work?" she asked as if talking to a baby.

Immediately I shook my head, flushing red.

I was never one for impulsively speaking. Scratch that, I was never one for speaking in general.

But this was what I was being payed 500 galleons for? I did more work as an intern! Could life get any better?

"Now that I think about it," she said, "There was one job."

I felt my happiness die down.

I cursed myself internally. This had to be the one time I couldn't keep my mouth shut!

"Yes boss?" I asked.

"My stamp was running out of ink," she said without looking back, "Send an intern or a junior to fetch some for me dear."

With that she walked out, closing the door softly behind her.

An elated grin crossed my face.

I jumped, whooping loudly. "YES! Yes, yes, Yes! Yes..." I stated repetitively doing a weird, happy dance. If somebody walked in on me, they would surely think I was having a seizure.

After a few moments of acting like a complete idiot, I felt myself calm and plopped down upon the chair, which true to its name, swivelled lightly due to the force.

I laid back getting comfortable, my hands resting behind my head, my feet propped upon the desk.

"I could get used to this."

I sat there praying to god that the rest of my career passed just like this. No worries. No stress. Just luxury and comfort!

Reminding myself of the job my boss had handed me, I got up to look for some intern who I could boss around.

How great that will be!

I walked out of MY cabin with a slight skip in my step.

Unaware of the letter that my boss was writing at the moment.

Ok that was fun!

Conlocutio - Enchants an object to act as a means of communication.

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