 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
It was starting to get uncomfortable. He was starting to get uncomfortable. Not only because he was pretty sure he had accidentally put on a pair of his fiance's pants (they were a bit tight in the waist so they were Sachin's or he was getting fat. But as his pants fit yesterday he was pretty sure he wasn't. And if he was getting fat, it was still his fiance's fault for always making sure he ate/being such a good cook), but also because the reports he was getting from other countries were starting to get worse. He wasn't sure if the Minister had been receiving similar reports, because most of his ambassadors had assured him that their countries were attempting to keep all knowledge anti-muggle sentiments and the increased reports of identify theft out of the news outlets.
So armed with a few reports and a few pieces of correspondence that he felt the Minister should read, he walked into the Reception office. He didn't have an appointment, but he felt that this was information that couldn't wait. If he couldn't in to see Charles, well, then he'd leave the information with January and then follow up with the Minister tomorrow. "Hello," he said walking up to the reception desk. "Is the Minster or Mrs. Bones in?"
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