The Spellfull Sixties

Chapter Fifteen: A sisters Love

With the arrival of this winters snow it seems that the chants of disorder have died down in our great country. The Wizarding world has never seemed so quiet, and Miss Evelyn Pennyworth, the attraction of the Squib rights altercation at the Ministry last month has apparently dissapeared from the wandlight as fast as she found it. Some argue however that the silence of the Squibs movement does not bode well, and that they are simply in hiding, plotting a next attack on 'orderly conduct'. Others argue that we should take peace while it lasts, and my does it seem to be lasting. Many even commend the Minister for his handling and quiet supressing of the potentially harmful movement.  For more turn to page 5....

The homes of Hampstead, London lined the streets with grandeur. Rows and rows of brillant terraced houses were dotted along the releif of the hills, and in one such house, with thin warped windows and green front door, Minister Nobby Leach sat down to breakfast as Mrs Leach did the washing in a lime sink. A small blue radio whirred on the side, playing 'You were made for me', which had been in the charts for a few days and the winter sun shone down on a dead tree in the garden. Mrs Leach was a big fan of Muggle music. She was much more of a fan of most things muggle than Wizarding. She barely used magic in the house, and wanted next to nothing to do with her husbands work as the Minister of Magic. She reminded the Minister often of his mother, which never seemed to be the most ample compliment in her eyes. Nobby, who in his knitted jumper seemed quite a regular man, smiled at the headlining text in the Prophet, letting out a proud guffaw. His wife glanced at him in the reflection of a plate, mildly disinterested as to what had brought him such joy. But after the third cheerful sound left his large mouth she could do nothing but place down her washrag and turn to him, wiping her withered hands on her apron. He flipped the paper to her proudly. 

"See- See". 

"I see another paper, like all the other ones that you bring home", she stated pessamistically. 

"No- read it love". He turned it again, clearing his throat. "Many even commend the Minister for his handling and quiet supressing of the potentially harmful movement ". The man grinned, not seeing a single change in the womans expression. After the look became awkward, he placed down the paper on the table. "Abraxas Malfoy can suck an egg". 

"Nobby-". 

"The man has been pestering me about my 'lack of control- and how the people would see it. But look. Now they see I am entirely in control' -". The woman placed her hands on her large hips. Leach finally got the message. "I am sorry, no bringing work home". 

"Nor to my kitchen table". She pottered over, snatching up an empty cup of tea crusted with breadcrumbs. "-And it could be bad luck to boast about it. You never know what could happen". 

"Nothing will happen dear", he replied, "I am the Minister of Magic- what on earth could happen to me?".  She did not seem to agree, taking the mug to scrub it uneasily. With each squeek of the china the radio seemed to buzz more and more. She only realy noticed it when looking out into the garden it began to roar, switching channels. She carefully placed down the mug, thumping it with her fist. It however continued to jump channels, with words coming through here and there. It went faster, and faster, until the disjointed comments from varied voices formed a scentance. 

"Nobby-". 

"Mmm", he replied, reading the same words on the page over and over again until he could practially hear them. That was until he realised that he could hear them in a rather robotic tone. He watched as his wife backed away from the radio, reeling her hands in horror. He pushed his chair away from the table coming over to the counter. "Blasted things broken".