Cornelius Fudge hated ending his coffee breaks.

He had refused to have an intern throughout his time in office because he felt such relief at getting up from the pile of complaints, whining, panic attacks, accusations that never seemed to end.

Those three minutes each morning and afternoon were the only times that he ever felt free.

But it had already been six minutes; surely his staff would get worried soon. He couldn't hide forever.

Almost pouting, Fudge turned and began to shuffle back to his office- looking mournfully at the enchanted windows and their sunshine as he passed by.