What happens when opposites attract?
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The ministry of magic was a separate world that ran underneath the bustling streets of London and only had a small number of entry points. Whether you were flushing yourself down a toilet, transforming a phone box into a lift or using floo powder, neither experience was what you'd dane to be a usual occurrence- some even argue that it's an unpleasant feeling to arrive in such a manner.
Within the Ministry there are different departments that are much like the muggle government (despite the muggles not having a 'Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures'). And of course there is a Minister- Cornelius Fudge. Fudge was a short, stout man with crinkled grey hair and a melancholy expression. Rarely would his expression differ from the unmotivated plaster that was his worn and aged face. Each morning, at roughly 8am, the Minister would arrive in the Ministry and make his rounds of the departments. Only this morning was different.
Instead of filing through his extended list of protocol for each department, his hands only bore a note signed by Albus Dumbledore himself. The plump man in the pinstripe suit made his way directly to the department of magical law enforcement and, while acquainting the faces he saw as he marched, had his destination set on the auror's office.
CRASH
"I'm okay. . . Really- I'll pay for it!"
The voice of a young woman echoed throughout the halls of the office, eventually meeting Fudge's ears as he turned a corner.
"Fallen again have we, Nymphadora?" Fudge asked, letting his presence fill the doorway of the break room. His words were somewhat condescending as he looked down at the witch sprawled across the floor.
"N- well yes but you see, Minister, well. . ." The violet-haired witch was at a loss for words as she sat up in a puddle of coffee.
"Well?" asked Cornelius, gripping the letter in his hands.
Nothing came from the witch. She wasn't quite sure what to say, luckily her panicked thoughts were cut short.
"What's taking so long?"
Asked a short fair haired wizard impatiently as he strode into the break room, keeping his eyes on the files in his hand.
"I asked for the coffee almost twen- oh, Minister Fudge. How do you do?" extending his hand in the Minister's direction.
"Very well, although I can't say the same for your co-worker. I thought we had agreed to excuse Miss Tonks from fetching coffee? After all, this is now the fifth accident to happen this month." Cornelius queried, retracting his hand from the encounter with the wizard beside him.
"Right. Yes. Well you see-" continued the scrawny wizard.
"Scourgify." The minister's wand sent a jolt of energy into a nearby broom.
