(a/n - I am still writing this, just in my spare time when I am taking breaks from revising for exams)
No One Does It Better...
Minerva smiled to herself as she watched the auburn haired man duel Grindelwald. She giggled silently to herself as she watched him fire jinxes that made the dark wizard's legs writhe about or him to randomly burst out laughing. She knew that only a genius would use children's spells in a grown man's fight. She had to admit, even though she didn't remember many fights, in fact, she didn't believe that she had seen even one major fight, that this man was a natural. Minerva knew that if she was in danger, this man would protect her, as from where she was, it looked as if nobody could duel better than him. And if he was the Frenchman, he was surely the best client she had had by far, including Grindelwald. She had to give it to him, Grindelwald was skilled in the bedroom. Saying that, he had had plenty of practice. She shuddered, and continued to watch the fight. It looked as if the auburn haired man was about to win, when something unexpected happened.
More dark followers. In fact, at least another 50 of them, all apparated into the room where they were. That was going to be a problem.