Chapter 9-Business
Upon entering the Leaky Cauldron, the pub which apparently linked the magical and muggle world together, and making his first steps into the world of magic Orval's first thought was that he'd rather be on the bus. The air was filled with an air of dirt, the pub was severely crowded with large amounts of shouting and all different types. Some may find this atmosphere homely and welcoming but Orval found it aggressive and rowdy. A toothless goblin ran the bar and looked towards the minister and smiled.
"What will it be minister?" he said, the voice was different to his appearance, it seemed friendly and homely.
"Just a crumpet thanks Tom and prepare a room for Harry please" replied the Minister. Tom bowed slightly and shuffled into what Orval presumed to be a kitchen. Fudge led Harry into a separate room, which looked like an office, but an ancient one. In that there was a desk, a window, a stack of papers and not much else. The quill appeared to be doing Fudge's paperwork for him. Lucky.
"ah Harry it's good to see you're alright, I hope you're well. I'm Cornelius Fudge Minister of magic" said Fudge offering his hand. Harry shook it looking uncomfortable, which was understandable. Fudge seemed to be ignoring Orval, which Orval obliged for the time being.
"Now Harry I hope you understand that it would be preferable if you didn't leave Diagon Alley, we want to be able to keep an eye on you."
"and I wouldn't want to be in the open where Sirius Black could get me" replied Harry. Fudge appeared shocked at this response and turned immediately to Orval.
"You told him" said Fudge aghast.
"Was I not supposed to?" Orval said confused. It made so much more sense to him, but Fudge simply shook his head.
"Excuse me Minister" Tom shuffled with a plate and a crumpet in one hand, setting it down next to the minister he then turned to Harry as if Orval was some kind of Ghost. The minister then suggested Harry head to his new room. Tom escorted them through.
Upon entering Orval's first thought was that he'd rather be on the suicide bus. The room may have set a homely feel to some, if by homely you meant dirty. The wooden floors were not polished to perfection but instead left to only occasional brushing. The bed was single and treated with a simple pillow and cover, no mattress. Orval assumed that without muggle money they couldn't renovate this place. That or wizards were much more tolerant of mess.
Tom was much stronger than Stan it appeared as he soon returned with the suitcase and birdcage. For whatever reason Orval had missed a big snowy owl inside it. It flew onto Harry's outstretched arm and started nibbling on his ear in kind way. Tom simply bowed then left and Harry moved over to a desk to write a letter. Orval stretched his arms, it was a long day.