The office was exactly as she had imagined it: pristine, quiet, and calm. Audrey ran her fingers across the smooth, shiny wooden surface of the desk. The feeling sent a thrill through her body. For the next six years, that desk was hers.
She took a deep breath, pulled out the desk chair, and sat down.
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From the very first moment she heard the term Minister of Magic, when she was just an eleven-year-old girl in awe of the fantastic new world she was suddenly a part of, she knew that it was the right job for her. Audrey liked jobs. She liked getting things done. And there was no doubt in her mind that the Minister's job was to get things done. Important things.
Of course, there had been a few bumps in the road. Being sorted into Slytherin, for example, didn't exactly make things easier. All the stories she'd heard about Slytherin House made it sound awful. But that was where the Sorting Hat wanted her, so that was where Audrey went.
For the next seven years, Audrey worked as hard as she could. She convinced her Slytherin classmates that she was a Half-Blood, not a Muggleborn, and kept up the lie until the ,very last day of school. When people spoke badly of Slytherins, she ignored them. She was ambitious she was cunning, but she wasn't evil. She worked hard- harder than anyone- for what she wanted.
And she got it.
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Audrey sat straight up and pulled out her notebook. There was no time to daydream about the past. The Minister of Magic had things to do.
Important things.