The Department of Magical Law Enforcement within the British Ministry of Magic experienced a rather necessary and detailed overhaul in both design and function following the second Wizarding War. The agency had been placed immediately under a microscope for their acute failure to maintain order and prevent the rise of yet another power hungry and warmongering autocrat.
While the budget flowing into level two had been laughable in the past, it was now one of the most endowed departments. In it's prior state, the shoddy furniture and beaten down workspaces had been embarrassing, and unintimidating to those poor souls who were either unlucky to find themselves interrogated there, or actually deserving of punishment.
It was responsible for a variety of functions, one being to identify and deal directly with magicals labelled as Undesirables - individuals with a warrant out for their seizure and detainment for potential crimes performed. In an effort to create more of an ominous atmosphere, a portion of the increased budget was assigned to revamping the interior design.
The elevator arrived in a guttural whoosh, then slammed distressingly against the metal sliding cage. Two very large wizards in black leather jackets dragged a young boy between them out into the renovated hallway with merciless conviction, followed closely by a man with scraggly, balding hair and an artificial eye that reeled like an unhinged globe in his skull.
The harassing blue neon lighting on the ceiling was far too abundant, spanning in tightly laid and continuous pipelines for the entirety of the hallway length. Black, blank walls and doors without exterior door knobs created the illusion that the corridor was three dimensionally limitless. The effect was akin to being brought for torture in an insane asylum under the scrutiny of laserlike lighting.
"In here," the man with the unique eye impatiently pointed to a thick black door that nearly blended in altogether with the walls. The door simply read Persecution Room Three in silver lettering.
They proceeded into the miniature space, which was clad with mirrors wall to wall and housed one central table with a glass surface to match. No matter where one looked, you could consistently read the reactions of those in the room, making it difficult to mask one's expressions during an interview.
Theodore Nott was forced to sit in a chair that had silver spikes running in a grid all along the seat. Dull enough not to puncture the skin of one's backside, but sharp enough to keep the probable convict on edge and uncomfortable.
His intern's badge jutted out at an awkward angle from within his black suit. Around his neck a very thick, orange, magic-reducing brace glowed and throbbed with mighty force under the menacing light bulbs, causing his brown eyes to illuminate with a fiery essence as he grinned like the devil. He placed his arms onto the glass surface where both of his wrists were also bound in one clump form by glowing orange cuffs imparting similar properties.
The two guards in the room distributed themselves strategically; one in front of the door which had now been locked with several massive metal sliding beams. The other man stood a hair's width behind Theo's chair, watching him over the bridge of his nose. Mad-Eye Moody pulled up the seat opposite with a pronounced frown on his hideous face.
"You must have known this was coming, Theodore," he said in a cutthroat, disturbing tone.
Theo waited far too long to answer, staring with a tight lipped, thin smile at the matured and infamous Auror before him. His chocolate eyes were glassy and his head swayed only slightly, like he was hypnotized into the hair-raising state. The boy was, in that moment, the very picture of overconfident evil.
Finally, he achingly slid his hands on the glass surface towards the edge, producing a screeching noise with the moist friction of his pressed fingers. He gripped the lip of the table, "I thought you were going to stand me up, I had to wait far too long for our little date." His voice was calm and charming, calm even considering the circumstances.
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FanfictionA horrific wizarding war has finally concluded proceeding incredible loss and trauma: the dark lord Voldemort has finally been defeated. Both Draco and Madeleine have miraculously survived through their volatile roles as death eaters and double age...
