— park jimin

hufflepuff, sixth year, half-veela with japanese descent — mostly just lost in the world

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after class 📓with mick

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prof-walker ! 

Walker hardly failed to notice things ever, at least when it comes to the things he should pay attention to - like his students - but Jimin’s heart-rate was the last thing he cared to count. Looking deeply into his student’s eyes, he smiled; gradually, but gently. “I see.” He said simply, letting his hand fall from the boy’s chest - instead, pocketing them. “You were much nobler than I ever was, Jimin.” He started again, leading the two up to the tower and within a minute’s time, they arrived. “I had no ambition, nor any consideration for others.” He stepped closer to the outside, so he could breathe the air high-up over the land. The sun was gleaming in the sky, casting rainbows across rains that never fell. Standing at the window, Mick watched the exotic birds maneuver around the castle’s bend. “I think that’s what makes you stronger than I ever was.”

His awe for anyone had never been stronger. No one had grasped him quite as Mick had been doing the last few minutes or so. Jimin couldn’t get his eyes to look anywhere else, they just followed the professor wherever he went. He felt his knees weaker and his mouth wetter. Whenever he felt the older one wasn’t watching, he stared at his lips. A bit ashamed, a bit scared of what the other might do if he realizes; why he hid it. “Oh, no, I... “, he said, accompanying the walk, “I’m not that golden”, he gave out the usual eye smile and stare at the ground. “You’re probably being too excessive. You seem great”. 

The birds flying around scared Jimin just a little bit, but still he stayed next to Mick bravely, merely for the sake of it. “Even if what you said is true, what does it matter? I’m still failing. I have to work much harder”

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alo-ministry:

P.E.T COMMITTEE - P.E.T RESULTS

Dear Park, Jimin [ @huffjimin ]. After careful review of your P.E.T, the P.E.T Committee has determined your classification category to be X ‘boring’.

Registered “Beasts” under the category X are required to attend 1 meeting with a supervisor every fortnight. Additional meetings can be arranged with your supervisor upon request. Your assigned supervisor is [ Lee, Daniel ] 

We offer the following services to Veelas:

help controlling your emotions.

a safe place away from unwanted suiters.

medical care for accidental injuries.

counseling.

Please be aware that your category is subject to change at the Ministry’s discretion. 

The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day...

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okay im soooo sorry for my absence the last week or so, but now im definitely 100% back, guys. welcome to the new people, hmu if you wanna plot! for real, just send me the link to your plots page and we’ll get things going

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

Oblivious to the boy’s thoughts, Mick figured the boy was simply looking anywhere but his eyes; something he himself did quite often to avoid doing so. Nodding in understand, the professor couldn’t help but smile at the term “can’t”. Facing forward once more, they started up a flight of stairs; one moving towards the empty DADA room connected to the North Tower. “I once knew a boy that couldn’t so much as pick up his broom. In fact, he was the only one that nearly failed at History of Magic - let alone the practice of it. I think there was one class he managed to pass with flying colors; Defense. And for the rest of his life, it’s what made him…me happy.” Stopping at the step he was taking, he turned to look at the young man. “Do you know what some say about Defense Against the Dark Arts? That it’s hardly at all magical, but mostly strategy. It isn’t that you’re not magical, Jimin, but that you’re an Herbologist at heart.” Placing a gentle finger to the other’s chest, he smiled kindly. “Now, let me ask you…Would you rather settle for being good at everything or…being a master at something?”

As they walked up the stairs, Jimin listened attentively at the professor’s story. Suddenly he realized where they were going; he had been there many times to practice by himself. While listening to the older one’s words his thoughts flew away. So concentrated on the tale, imagining every second. He almost stopped as he realized Mick was talking about himself. The look on his face would be priceless if he managed to translate the shock into anything but a blank expression. With that still stamped across his features, he stared back at mr. Walker as he turned to him. He almost tripped, but stopped, 100% focused on whatever would come out of Mick’s mouth at any given moment. He breathed, inflated his chest when the man touched his heart. He had, indeed, touched his heart. He wondered if he felt it beating one hundred miles per hour. “I... Don’t know”, was the answer he gave. “Sir. Professor. I just wanted to get by... Not kill anyone, you know? I don’t wish to be better than anyone else at anything, I just wanna be better than myself”, he gave a quick pause, to then further explain himself, “I was hoping someone could understand. Is this not the answer you expected?”

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First Greetings | Evie & Jimin

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( *eviepuffle* )

“Wow, really?” she responded, her innocent gaze widened in surprise, “We have some people transfer in after first year but I have to be honest, I don’t know many who have enrolled late. There’s a lot to catch up on, but you can always come to me, alright?” Evie was certain that, given the boy had such an odd situation, that something must have happened at home. She was curious but didn’t want to question her new friend, in case it brought up any bad memories for him. Surely he would share his story when it came time. “I came in my second year,” she said, “I went to a school closer to home back then but… well, I didn’t like it there very much.” There was a brief moment of sadness that followed her words, as though she was afraid to voice her memories, but it was quickly brushed away. She smiled again, bright and as though nothing had happened.

“I’m certain that you will! The house elves are so nice, really. How about I take you down the kitchens tonight for a snack as well? I can even make you chocolate chip pancakes – I’m good at those,” Evie suggested enthusiastically. She noticed the boy’s embarrassment, remembering her own back when her French accent was much stronger. Wanting to cheer him up, she hooked her around through his, smiling, “Well, you must be a better student than me, then. I try, really, but studying makes me so sleepy.”

She was starting to become more of a person to him, with real experiences and an actual past other than just another Hogwarts student talking to him just because he’s the new weird Japanese man. He smiled brightly at this realization; she was nice. Evie was growing on him. “I definitely will”, he answered. “I’d like someone to explain to me the weird parts of this so called ‘magic world’. Why are there so many different flavors of jelly beans.”

He listened carefully to her words about her past. Jimin was very sympathetic of everyone’s past. Not only he understood it but he empathized. He was greatly honest, and he appreciated that Evie was being too, even if her words were carefully just going around thw truth. They weren’t close enough to share those stories yet. “I’d love to go by the kitchens and have a taste of your chocolate chip pancakes! I make some mad rice cakes if you wanna try... I use to sell them by the village back in Japan”. He smiled brightly, turning to her and shower a cheerful face. He felt like jumping and running. Sometimes Jimin was a bit of a freak. “Well, I’m not good at all. It’s why I study... So I don’t explode anything!”

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Late Introductions {Jimin&Lena}

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( *hufflena* )

The common room is bustling with life when Lena exits her dormitory again. It’s disorienting at first, her mind still muddled with the fading embrace of sleep, and for a minute she just stands still, gaping like a moron in the doorway. Rubbing her eyes, she eyes the clock to double-check that she did in fact only sleep half an hour.

She’s suddenly sorry that she didn’t check her hair in the mirror before coming out, but a glance upwards tells her that it’s still the right color and it feels the right length as she pulls at her messy pony tail. Okay, so not a complete disaster.

Suddenly she realizes that she’s still standing in the doorway, mouth still open as a fish, and with a blush she closes both. If she’s lucky no one has noticed her. A look around reveals that no one is paying attention and she lets out a sigh of relief. Good.

Her look around, however, also makes her notice something she’s less thrilled about. The new transfer student seems to be sitting alone. While Lena never actually introduced herself to him yet, it just seems wrong for someone to sit alone in the Hufflepuff Common Room. So, with a huff and a nod, Lena marches - non-threateningly, of course - her way over to him.

“Hello!” She says with a smile that reaches her eyes. “You’re Jimin, right? I’m Lena. We’re in the same year. Go sixth-years. Yay.” She throws a celebratory fist into the air, she’s certain it looks as awkward as it feels. Maybe she can still save it.

“I think we have most of the same classes? So… if you need help you can always ask?”

Since he realized everyone can do magic but him he has been studying a lot. More than most good students do. In his free time, until late at night, early in the morning. He does’t hate it, actually he quite enjoys it. Park Jimin was always up for a challenge.  

Back in Japan, he never got to study, not in school or at home, so this was all new and exiting for him. Hogwarts was the biggest adventure he ever embarked on. At first it was scary and messy, but he’s been getting better with time and slowly the things that were once cloudy and incomprehensible become easier to understand, the more time he spent with his books the better he became when using his wand.

His goal was to spend one full class without burning his own flesh, or causing some other accident like knocking out another student. For that to happen he needed practice, and that’s what he spent his afternoons on. And his mornings. And his lunch breaks.

He didn’t particularly liked to be bothered, but while sitting on the common room one particular Saturday evening he couldn’t take anything else in. Her cheerful ‘Hello’ got his attention. He had heard from her from other students. Lena. Sitting next to him and introducing herself. He shoots her an eye-smile.

“Hi. I’m Jimin, yes”, he puts out an awkward hand to shake, “I see you often in DADA, perhaps even Potions sometimes. Do you happen to take Herbology?”

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hello everyone im back! ill answer my threads now and be active and answer plot calls and.... rp again heyoo. i promise to stop spamming the dash with ooc posts now too xp. i was only gone a couple of days but already there's a lot of news that ill catch up with in a moment. new members too! welcome, welcome... im sorry if i dont message you, but know that if you wanna plot just hmu! XOXO gossip girl krys

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hey guys! just letting everyone know that im not going to log in for the next couple days. might last longer or maybe less but im just putting out a warning that im not dead! do what you want with that information, but ill be back soon enough to answer plotting calls and threads~~ do well without me hahah

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

The moments passed, but Mick certainly didn’t take them for granted. During the time he waited - only seconds, surely - the professor kept a look on Jimin; wondering when the boy would meet his eyes. The man had figured something key to teenagers; those that don’t look you in the eye have the most social tolerance, and this was one of them. The sweet type, the patient type - and Mick was more than persuaded to get to know the kid better. Humming, he finally looked forward; lips pursed with mirth in his eyes. “I ask because no one is simple, but I do suppose it makes sense that your accent is a common give-away. Does it bother you, being one of the minorities in the school?” Asking with his eyes cast down at the student again.

Jimin wasn’t one to be intimidated. He wasn’t one to feel really comfortable either. He sat somewhere in between most of the time. But this time wasn’t like most. He suddenly felt the teacher interest. Like a ghost in the room he only felt now, even if it had been there for ages. Still unknowing of where his steps would take him, he turned his head to Mick, and stared at his mouth other than his eyes. He tried to calm himself down and took a breath. “It doesn’t feel great. But it’s not bad. The minority part isn’t what gets me, it’s being clueless that does. I really can’t do magic, can I?”. As if the nervousness had never been there, Jimin laughed. Even if a nervous laugh, composed mostly of breath and the chilly smoke that came out of his lips because of the chilly January air.

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

Mick felt like Jimin was still holding back, keeping his thoughts solely to himself, but therein lies improvement as well. At least now, the boy communicated with his eyes and didn’t lean away from his tender touch. Ushering his student down the lane and halls, the professor pocketed his hands and turned his head to eye the Hufflepuff curiously; their destination for Mick to know and Jimin to find out. “Where’re you from?” In the asking of this question, he asked another, but in thought: “Who knows this boy? Who truly knows him?”

He was gladly dragged around the castle by his professor. He wanted to smile but he kept it for himself. Thinking about his face even when looking elsewhere, Jimin couldn’t help but be glad he was with Mick. His heart had been weird since he first looked at the DADA teacher, not even ten minutes from this. He didn’t have much time to think about where they were going, his whole attention was in the proximity between the two. Only after a few seconds he thought to answer the question. “Ah, I’m from Japan. The accent really gives it away. I thought you’d realize”, he said, clearly a bit ashamed of his own way of speaking.

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“Challenge” [Serah&Jimin]

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( ravserah ! )

    Serah had woken up extremely weird, why? well because she had agreed to learn how to play soccer with Jimin and that idea terrified her, she wasn’t good in sports, she was good in everything but sports, what she was thinking when she agreed to that crazyness? Maybe it was the way he asked her, with those big puppy eyes that almost no one could resist, and she wasnt an exception of course. 

    Serah was already in the camp, sitting on the bench as she waited for the male to appear but for sure he had fallen asleep, not that she was complaining that would only give her more time to adjust  to the idea that she would have to know how to play soccer and end up all bruised with all her lack of skills in sports “what the hell was i thinking?” she mumbled for herself as she played with her long gold hair.

    “ah Jimin come fast before i  regret this and get out of here more fast thatn if this place was on fire” she said, her feets hitting against the ground in a childish way as she grew impacient and more nervous than she was before.

Jimin wasn’t afraid of the magic world, he was quite fascinated by it. Sure, it might have brought him more sorrow than joy so far, but he had met more people who supported him than frowned on him. Or at least he chose to pay more attention to those kinds. But even if he was immerse in this new culture, he couldn’t leave his old one behind so roughly. Which is why he was always flaunting around his soccer skills. Clearly, as the shy man he is, he did it only with only his friends around, in his own common room, or sometimes near the lake with his mates. 

He liked so show he was good, but it was fairly easy since no one knew about soccer but the Muggle born kids so everyone was easily impressed. He wondered how Irene would feel about it. He wasn’t excellent at anything, Jimin, other than being shy and sometimes eye smiling the ground. But he was definitely exited. 

It took him some time to find his soccer ball, buried under the trunk. He hadn’t seen it for some time, he didn’t touch it much ever since coming to Hogwarts. The soccer demonstrations were usually done with non-proper props, like small candy boxes or a quiddich ball, although those were quite heavy to work with. As soon as he got his ball, he headed down to where they arranged to meet. He waved at the girl, smiling, with the ball under his arm. “Hey! You’ve been here long?”

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

The boy, at last, spoke of himself. With reluctance, yes, but it was something. “Afraid…Yes, the one thing none of us can escape.” Flashing a smile at the other, he continuously averted his gaze with the habit of needing to in order to think. “Us being wizards, muggles - all beings, really…All that inhabit this Earth, as far as one can tell, feel fear. Not at all uncommon, but hardly simple.” Chewing his bottom lip in thought after having said the words, Mick straightened his posture and scanned the room momentarily; lifting himself off the desk so he could place a hand on his student’s shoulder, the other gesturing to the door. “Walk with me?”

Jimin’s pounding heart gave a itself a brief pause while listening to the professor ongoing speech about fear. Both fascinated and confused, he was a bit scared to communicate the fact that, even if the other did have a smooth, soothing voice, Jimin wasn’t a great at English so he only caught about a third of what was spoken. He very candidly stared at the older man’s lips while he bit them, unaware of his own actions. He again did not flinch when touched, which was weird for even himself. He couldn’t speak, he didn’t know what to say. he opened his mouth as if to say something, while his gaze went through his teacher’s eyes. He nodded and looked down, smiling shyly.

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

The adherence in his eyes was that of a kind child - one he recognised himself. The major difference was, however, that Jimin seemed to grasp the difficult task of being sincere. Contemplating the exact same question, he sighed; relaxing the tension in his shoulders as a result of his thoughts. Looking to his student, there was no more reassurance the professor could offer than to smile. “Why do you think I would?” Mick tested, crossing his arms to then tilt his head to the side; a quirk to his brow as a sign of persistence. Jimin couldn’t opt out of this now.

He stayed still for a second and then the thunderstorm came; his heart, his whole chest, was suddenly on fire. He didn’t dare to speak, he’d just stutter. Was there a rock band inside his chest? He tried to stay calm. He failed. The smile on the professor’s face was what welcomed him back to reality. He smiled back, that same awkward, shy and nervous smile he usually glanced. “I don’t know, I just... I was hoping you wouldn’t, honestly. I’m... Slighly afraid.” — of teachers, he wanted to add. Back in Japan he didn’t go to school, he didn’t know how to deal with teachers.

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

And there it was; Mr. Walker’s identifying with a child - a Hufflepuff, no less - based off circumstances totally relating to his past. He’d long seen this coming - rued it, even, tracks away from the castle before having arrived. Initially, Mick had presumed that the moment would come laden with petulance, flashbacks to the time where he hadn’t the slightest bearing on what life’s worth. Having caught himself staring, Mick averted his gaze with a nod and a hasty cackling, reeling the silence away with him clearing his dry, straining throat. “Yes,” He started, cut off by meeting his student’s eyes once more. Taking a breath, the professor shut his mouth and took a moment to disparage the memories being imposed unto him. “Jimin - may - may I call you that?”

For a second he caught the professor staring, and Jimin’s heart beat faster. What was going on was beyond him. Jimin had had crushes before, boyfriends, even, but none that developed so quickly. He was half-veela, he knew how to recognize actual feelings apart from the ones made from magic or spells. 

He didn’t stare back, but his face, much as his mind, was blank. With shock, astonishment, whatever. He couldn’t get a real grasp on the conversation. Did the teacher just called him in for a run through on what he knew about magic? What was his objective in this semi-interview?

“Of course”, he said, rush-ly, “Professor”, he added. Always accustomed to do his greetings the Japanese way, respectfully. “Why did you call me here?”

[ministryevie]

First Greetings | Evie & Jimin

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( eviepuffle ! )

Evie wished that she could make Jimin feel more comfortable at Hogwarts, but memories of how scared she used to be made it obvious that it wouldn’t be easy. After all, the castle was vast and confusing, even for those who had been here since first year. “Well, if she says that you do then it’s best to focus in Defence Against the Dark Arts then,” she smiled, wondering whether the boy would be a better student than her, “Where did you go to school before this?” No one had clued her in on the boy’s situation, thinking that it would be better for him to decide whether to tell the truth or a lie.

“The house elves are really lovely!” she responded with a nod, “The kitchens are pretty close to the common rooms, there’s actually a door connecting us, so a lot of the Huffles go down for midnight snacks. I think that the elves really like us actually; they’re always giving me extra cupcakes and feeding my puppy full of treats.” Evie might have been one of the least intimidating people in the castle, her entire demeanour bright and giving – very unlike the stereotype that seemed to follow Veelas.

He did feel cozy with her, familiar, but at the same time he wished he knew how to conduct a conversation better. Her veela ways were hidden under all her cute ways, but Jimin could feel it nonetheless. She was much like his own mother in some ways. He was following her attentively, since he wasn’t sure how to get to the place they were going. “I didn’t. Hogwarts is actually... My first school. It’s really strange for me. Have you been here since year 1? I heard people usually don’t enroll after that. I’m weird”, he laughed at his own comment, covering his mouth with his hands to muffle the sound.

“I’ll meet one if I get the chance!”, he said, exited. Meeting people was one of Jimin’s biggest goals he never got to do back in Japan, he just hanged out with the same group of Muggles. He missed them, but he also knew he had to move on with his life. Hogwarts was his new home now. “I’ve seen some people leave at midnight, usually at that time I’m studying...”, he let the sentence trail away to silence. He didn’t speak english that well, he didn’t understand most figures of speech. He looked down, a bit embarrassed. 

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after class 📓with mick

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( prof-walker ! )

The boy had started to trust him - or, at least, that’s the impression Mick had. “You’re just about there.” The professor jested, letting his hand slide off Jimin’s shoulders before backing up to leaning against his desk. “So, what is it? Do you just not have a skilled defense? Are you better or, let’s say, wiser in comparison to any other topic?” Admittedly, Mick had a hard time believing Jimin would ever show progress if forever carrying such weight on his shoulders. Mick studied with nomads and monks, with wizards who are nomads and monks, and adopted a proficient skill in reading people. “And,” He continued, eyes having wandered and found the yellow laying etched along the hems of Jimin’s robes. “Hufflepuff, are you?” 

He took a noticeable big, long breath, effectively calming down his nerves once and for all. Still clutching to his bag, he looked down and then back up again, to look at the teacher eye to eye. “No, I’m not really skilled in anything ‘magic’. I... wasn’t raised around it, you see? I like herbology, it doesn’t require me to use my want most of the time. I still feel awkward holding it”, he smiled shyly. 

The professor looked wise, but an approachable kind of wise. Someone you’d want to have diner with, and indeed that desire was flourishing on Jimin. “Ah, yes. I’m not sure of what it means, they say it’s the house of leftovers. But I’m happy there”

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questionnaire ; self para

Question 1) You come across a werewolf attacking an unsuspecting wizard during the full moon. What do you do?

A: Help the human. B: Help the Beast. C: Kill the beast and eat the human. D: Leave, human affairs are not your concern.

“Of course I would”, were his thoughts after reading the very first question and marking the answer without being a beat late. No hesitation. “He’s attacking the wizard. If the wizard were the one attacking the werewolf I’d help the werewolf. Are these ministry people dumb. What is wrong with them” 

Question 2) You have been informed that Fenrir Greyback intends to lead an uprising against the Ministry and is recruiting Beasts for his army. Do you:

A: Join Greyback’s army. B: Report your findings to the Ministry. C: Go to The Leaky Cauldron, grab a pint and wait for the war to blow over. D: Cast the Imperius Curse and watch the battle unfold from your throne.

“What in hell. Who is Fenrir Greyback? Must be a bad guy, probably not someone to be associated with. Who would mark anything but B in this question? Does’t the ministry know that even if the person answering doesn’t simpatize with them, they’ll still hear what they wanna hear? I miss my mom”

Question 3) You are approached by a human who asks you to skip Human Etiquette to have lunch with them. How do you respond?

A: Eat the human for lunch.   B: Politely decline. C: Report them to the Ministry. D: Tell them that skipping Human Etiquette would result in a fine and/or imprisonment and return to class.

“What even is option A. Well, this one doesn’t have a clear answer. I’ll just... Politely decline. Etiquette.”

Question 4) Death congratulates you on being powerful enough to evade him and offers you a magical item in return. Which do you choose?

A: A wand more powerful than any other in existence. B: The power to bring back loved ones from the grave. C: An invisibility cloak that never loses its power through curses or age. D: Threaten Death if he refuses to give you all three.

“Wow, okay. I’m confused. I’ve heard if Death, but what are these magical items they’re talking about? I will chose the harmless one, although my true answer is option B. Mom, I miss you”

Question 5) What would see in the Mirror of Erised?

A: Orderly conduct from your fellow beasts. B: A human buffet. C: The Ministry of Magic in flames. D: World domination with a side of human submission.

“This is funny. They’re either dumb or really shameless. The Ministry is a joke.”

Question 6) What is essential to our wizarding society?

A: The Ministry. B: The Ministry. C: The Ministry. D: The Ministry.

“...”