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Sigh. This was why Al did not enjoy Ministry events. The failed institution, the facade of power in the wizarding world, was constantly putting their employees endanger, allowing extremist fascists to lead a coup and enforcing silly rules about taxation on their wealthiest citizens.
However, this event went from grating on his nerves at the Queen’s outburst to something else entirely.
Alessandro Toussaint was not a man of many words. He was famously severe. Yet hidden beneath his polished exterior lived a sleeping dragon, one that breathed fire and blood.
The animal reared it’s head when the merpeople put their webbed hands on his husband. His jaw ticked. ”Kindly unhand my husband.” The Toussaint spoke directly to the merperson who had corralled his wandless husband like cattle. He would not ask twice.
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