Willow || Cedric Diggory

Damage Control

The riot that happened last night totally devastated the British Ministries of Magic. Well, not in the literal sense, but it still created quite the chaos. Adrian was almost hit by three mail owls and a herd of flying letters just on the way to his office this morning. He could also see few frantic workers trying to deliver all sorts of sealed documents from one office to another. It wasn't until he arrived at his department that he realized that the damages were wide-spread.

The department he worked at, which usually was dead-silent as a graveyard, suddenly bustling to life due to the accident a few hour prior. People from the International Trading Standards Body were pulling their hair in frustration when mails after mails flew into their offices, all of which consisting of the campsite visitor asking for a refund for their burnt belongings. That mails were supposed to be sent to another office in another department -Adrian didn't know which one-, which clearly explained the look of vexation on Percy Weasley's face. The International Magical Office of Law was having an 'emergency meeting' with the British representatives for the International Confederations of Wizards. Their main office were closed shut, indicating that everything that were being discused behind those big purple doors were extremely... mental-taxing. Besides those three, his office was no different.

The foreign relations office -which was relatively new than the other offices in that department- was usually tasked with keeping touch with other ministries along the globe, including the Canadian. Even though they rarely did anything meaningful besides paperworks and meetings, his office still got the important part especially in an international scale event.

Even though they held such important role, every members in that office were either too young or inexperienced. The previous members, like the entirity of them, resigned in protest of Fudge being chosen as the new Minister a few years ago. Those people deemed that Fudge was dull and incompetent, so the office was left empty with no staffs or leader. Being so, when they were all hired to fill the desserted office, their merry little bend of inexperienced souls still needed someone to lead them. Considering that aspect, all of them decided to pick a straw, with him picking up the short one. Dang fates!

It was still half past eight in the morning, but everyone seemed to be half-dead already. His coworkers seemed to be extremely harassed by the perpetual flow of mails and never-ending floo calls with another staff from the other ministries. He wondered how freaked out the other ministries were when they heard the riot that happened a few hours earlier. Maybe they were worried about the safety of their people that attended the final, or perhaps they were just checking in on whther or not Britain have dallen under the incompetence of Mr. Fudge.

"No... I'm afraid Minister Fudge have already gone to meet the other department right now. Sorry, Mrs. Petrov." A boy named Benjamin spoke in a careful tone. Mrs. Petrov was the head of Russia's foreign relation department. She had a rather... undesirable personality, so everyone knew that they should be careful when speaking with her.

"Yes, there were rioters that have wrecked havoc upon the campsite, but we confirmed no casualties from the visitors." Olivia nodded her head along when she spoke to the floo call. From the voice from the floo, Adrian could guess that the call was from Mr. Masego, the Botswana Magical Community's President. 

"Oh, schist! Another mail from Mr. Romano..." Leo sighed exasperatedly as he opened the mail, which appeared to be written in a cursive latin.

He could only catched the three voices as they were the closest to him. The room itself could be a resemblance of Chaos, as nothing in there could give peace to his soul. Never in his years after discovering legilimency, Adrian wanted to just rid of his ability so bad. Everyone's voice collided with other people's thoughts, which sounded totally like a perpetual explosions of Muggle bombs inside his head. He managed to cut his head off everyone's mind with much difficulty, which caused a head-splitting headache for him. He couldn't do anything much besides asking Leo to follow him to his office and help him with something.