&. ASTORIA
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Astoria could feel for the other witch, where Hermione seemed to be getting buried under useless documents. She would understand if she was like her, a grunt not a title holder quite like Hermione. Heck, her own sister seemed to hold intrigue and peoples ears in the Ministry while carrying a very light work load. A treat she assumed came from not scorning the Greengrass name, like how Astoria had done in their eyes. “You kind of summed it up, I’m the Minister’s personal owl with wings.” She chuckled a bit, “Not that I mind it in all honesty..” Astoria had made so many contacts she wouldn’t have otherwise.
Connections with those in positions of power that had the ability to help her with her goal. She wasn’t foolish to think it could happen over night, but with the more people she meets. The more people she has a chance of asking for their help one day when it came to her petition to establish a new branch of the Ministry of Magic. “It is all helping me get to where I need to go to do what needs to be one day.”
She felt like Hermione could relate to the desire to change the way the world works. It always frustrated her that they had a million and one different spells to just make a persons disability vanish but only a handful of magical means to just assist those who didn’t feel broken or damaged. She had met hit-wizards proud of their injuries and considered them a reminder of all the good they did in their career. She met Mad-eye moody in school and always hated how his prosthetic glitched and moved without his consent. The worlds best auror deserved a more practical piece. “So I don’t mind doing the grunt work.”
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“Though the Minister’s owl is still quite the position. I suppose you’ve held documents which get passed into law and creeds and the like.” Thinking further into it, it was strange to note that she wasn’t more guarded. The Ministry was protected as it was, but the other girl held quite the important messages in her hands when it came down to it. “The Minister’s a good man to work for at least, though I hope no one’s giving you trouble,” she noted, thinking about all of the scowling older men who she’d run across in the hallways more than enough times to cement whatever old man cologne they all seemed to favour. They also tended to have the predisposition of only remembering manners when it came to their interactions with those of higher power.
Surely the other was younger than her. She looked younger, and Hermione couldn’t remember seeing her in her own year. But the mention of her beginning to climb the ladder to wherever point she wanted to be at was an intrigue to Hermione to say the least. She dropped her quill and instead turned to face Astoria more completely. “Where is that? Your end goal, I mean?” Perhaps Hermione could point her in the right direction... Or perhaps she only wanted to lend her own advice without the other really asking for it.
There was quite the struggle when attempting to establish S.P.E.W into the Ministry, particularly her own department. It was a perfect fit, though public perception of what a house elf should be considered as still received pushback. Regardless, the tides were turning. If Astoria wanted to attempt something similar, there was a strenuous road ahead that would hopefully lead to success. “What sort of grunt work are you doing, then? Depending on your project, you should really try to get in talks with the correct departments.” It took her a while, but Hermione learned that continuously bothering people absolutely did not get her point across. What usually helped was buying a few rounds, though she wasn’t sure if this girl was old enough yet.