Missing Minister
Nate was sick of everyone going on about the same thing. People went missing all the time and nobody cared. No, they didn't care unless they were pretty or important. Seeing as the minister wasn't exactly easy on the eye, the coverage in the Daily Prophet was obviously because of his title. Other than that, he was just a normal wizard with far too much power in Nate's opinion.
Anytime he heard the word 'Minister' or 'missing' in a conversation whilst navigating through the crowds in the hallways, Nate rolled his eyes and wished he had brought ear plugs. Obviously a group of dark witches and wizards had planned this. They wanted to get their name out, and what better way to do it than spark a public safety fear. Why they hadn't done it sooner, Nate didn't know.
Before he had returned to Hogwarts for the new term, his dad had warned him something like this would happen. This had led to a growing suspicion within that his dad was in fact involved in the 'new death eaters' or whatever they were called now. However, his dad wasn't a typical Slytherin; he hadn't ever cheated in a game of Quidditch in his time at Hogwarts, or so he said. He wasn't even slightly interested in the Dark Arts, or so Nate was led to believe.
Finally he found his way to Potions class and was glad that there was an assignment on the board. It meant everyone would have to shut up and he wouldn't have to listen to the ridiculous, repetitive nonsense that the entire student body seemed to care so much about, yet none of them would be able to give any evidence of the supposed attack if they had to. Quietly, Nate set down his textbook and pulled a stool up to his assigned desk and began to write the task title, ignoring the gossiping whispers that were echoing around the room as more people began to come to class.
