𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝐹𝐼𝑉𝐸 ☆ 4

Rosalyn dressed in formal clothes that morning. It was time for her hearing. She and Arthur left the house at six o'clock, when Molly and Izzy were the only ones up.

"Good luck," Molly wished Rosie, hugging her tightly.

"Show those arseholes," were Izzy's words of wisdom as she got in to give the girl a squeeze.

Finally, she and Arthur left the house and walked the short way to their nearest underground station.

"Trains! Underground! Genius, these muggles!" Arthur had always had a bit of an obsession for muggles, and he was fascinated by the escalators. Rosalyn sighed, having a fleeting memory of when she was six and Arthur asked her and Ron if they could come and collect plugs with him. It didn't go well.

Once he got off the escalator, Arthur went towards the ticket gates. He tapped the ticket scanner with his hand and tried to walk forward, but the gate stopped him. He tried this again, but it didn't happen.

"Er-" Rosalyn said, scanning the ticket. The gates opened and Arthur scooted through them, completely surprised.

After a very long train ride, in which Arthur decided to ask about four muggles what they thought of rubber ducks and playing cards, they finally got off near the Ministry. They climbed the stone steps out of the station and Arthur, to Rosalyn's surprise, lead her to a secluded street where a single red telephone box stood.

"Here we are," Arthur said as he held the door open for Rosalyn. "I've never used the visitors' entrance before. Should be fun."

"I'll just get my muggle money," Arthur siad as he put two hexagonal coins into the slot labeled cash.

Suddenly, the phone box began to move downwards. "Ah," Arthur said, satisfied.

They sunk lower and lower until they hit the ground. Arthur opened the door.

The first thing Rosalyn registered was that there were lots of voices and even more people. She and Arthur had joined a general flow of wizards and witches in the middle of a huge space. There were grates all around the room, and people appearing in them, covered by green flames. Rosalyn knew that they were travelling by floo powder, having done this a few years previously.

There were goblins sitting on benches at the side, talking in hushed voices, several groups of people conferring with each other stood throughout the room. There were random people as well, and there were some sellers as well.

Someone was shouting. "Daily Prophet, anyone? Anyone for Daily Prophet? Dumbledore, is he daft of is he dangerous?"

Rosalyn saw the front page of the paper and saw that exact headline, plus a poster glued to the front of the table with all the Prophets on it.

Rage filled Rosalyn. She and Dumbledore were getting made out to be attention seeking weirdos.

"Don't, Rosalyn," Arthur said, as Rosalyn had indeed been wanting to say something to the man.

"Fine," Rosalyn said resentfully.

They walked on. Rosalyn saw a huge flag with Cornelius Fudge on it, the letters M.O.M. in the corner.

"Really loves himself, doesn't he?" Rosalyn whispered to Arthur.

"Rosalyn, I'm at work, I can't just say that about my boss-"

"But you're thinking it," Rosalyn smirked. The man before her sighed but didn't answer.

Arthur lead Rosalyn to a nearly full lift situated in the Atrium. They crammed into the lift and Rosalyn stood still. All euphoria about anything had vanished now, all that was left was fear. "Morning Arthur," someone with a white beard standing next to him said.