ministergranger-weasley:
location: Hermione’s office at the Ministry status: open !!
Stress wasn’t an uncommon factor in Hermione Granger’s life. It was something that she’d dealt with for as long as she could remember. She always stressed over minor details. She was a perfectionist. She paid attention to the fine details. She was a know-it-all and that made her insufferable. At this point, she was sure that she’d heard it all. When she’d set her sights on the position of Minister of Magic, she estimated the stressors that would come along with it. The long nights, the early mornings, the tough decisions that would have to be made. She had calculated the stressors, but it was that and so much more.
She came into the office early. Before the sun had risen in the sky. Or maybe she’d never left the night before. The hours were seeming to drag on and there didn’t seem to be enough coffee in the world. Hermione read over the fourth proposal in a row before the lines began to blur together. Cup of coffee in one hand and a quill stashed somewhere in her hair, she looked up to find someone standing in her doorway. Where was her secretary? Hermione made a mental note to speak to whomever it was this week.
“Can I help you?” She asked politely, despite the slight annoyance she was feeling. It was just the stress talking. Being interrupted during her work day wasn’t anything new. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”
Hermione was clearly not Lavender’s favorite person, in fact Lavender might say it’s Hermione who causes her the most stress. Usually, Lavender wouldn’t be able have just waltzed in here but with the secretary not here and Lavender was passing her office anyway, Lavender knew to seize the chance.
Lavender plotted a stack of papers that were tied together that she was carrying onto Hermione’s desk and was glaring.
”It’s so rare the Minister of Magic’s door is open, so much for the open door policy, hm?” she said, her smile clearly fake. “I was just on my way to another meeting I had when I saw this chance and couldn’t help myself- hoping you could answer questions directly instead of having your interns wave questions away.” She held up her finger, “First, how is it possible you’d really put into Law the exact opposite law of what the British Wizarding Front is trying to accomplish- don’t think think it’s better to make friends then a bunch of enemies? Or is it true that muggles are actually dangerous so you are trying to ‘protect’ the public?” she questioned.
