David sat and twirled a quill between his fingers and held his head in his hand as he listened to Martha go through his afternoon agenda. His head was pounding and he could hear her voice, but the words were just going in one ear and out the other, he didn't understand why she insisted on telling him. All of his appointments had been booked for weeks and he she had already told him his days agenda in the morning.
"...and you have to write the chairman of the Bulgarian Horn-Snout Comity, Mr Snarzletoff is getting impatient." The noise in David's finally stopped and he looked up at the woman. She was a plain, ordinary looking woman, someone that your eyes would pass over in a crowd without noticing her. She then stepped forward and placed a pile of post on his desk, "These came for you while you were out at lunch."
"Thank you Martha," he pulled the multiple parcels and letters towards himself and began shuffling through them, just before she was about to leave he lifted his head and asked, "Oh and would you be able to get Peter to get in contact with Madam Beauregard, there is still things that need sorting out there."
The woman nodded her head as she left the room closing the door behind her, David went back to his post. Flicking through the letter first he immediately ordered them according to who they were from and who he would rather deal with later. He then sorted through the parcels, he had received a set of Dragon Hide gloves from Mr Parsley of the British Nargle Party, for reasons he had no idea, but he assumed he would soon be getting asked for favours of some kind. He couldn't believe that some people thought that they would be able to bribe the Minister, how stupid were some people. He let out a sigh as he opened several more packages, none of which contained anything really interesting.
He got down to the last two, one of which was oozing a strange green slime and he decided that it was best just to dispose of that one immediately, and so he tore off the packaging of the other, taking note of the liquid warning label on the outside. He pulled out a small vial and a piece of parchment. It explained that it was a natural headache reliever, that had just been put out on the market and the company Magpie Malady's waned their Minister to have a free sample. David had received packages like this before from the company, and although most the time had found the product's useless, for who really needed Strawberry scented ear balm, he was quite intrigued by this new product.
Undoing the top of the bottle, he quickly cast several spells over it to check that it wasn't a poison, he sniffed the bottle and it didn't seemed ok, and with his raging headache he thought anything was worth a try. So with a small shrug of his shoulder's he downed the potion, wrinkling his nose slightly at the taste.
David then set about opening and reading through his other mail as he waited for the potion to kick in. But soon his thoughts were drifting, away from work and to the woman that he had seen on his short visit to Hogwarts. His recent idea of reopening and running the duelling club had meant that he had frequented the school a couple of times over the recent days trying to get things sorted and during his trips had passed a beautiful woman. After realising that he had read the same letter from the Board of Garden Gnome Governors at least three times without taking a word in, he decided that there was no point in sitting here. He was going to find her.
He had no idea where this sudden urge had come from, and it was quite out of character but all he knew was that he needed to at least speak to her, introduce himself, even just see her. He pushed away from the table, stood up and grabbed his cloak, although the summer days were drawing to a close down in London, he was sure that the weather would not be as nice up north in Scotland. He quickly poked his head through to Martha's office and told her to cancel his appointments for the rest of the day and not to expect him back, he told her that he had important business to deal with and anything else could wait.
He threw a handful of floo powder into his personal fireplace and stepped into the green flames. "Headmaster Cooper's Office, Hogwarts," soon fireplaces were rushing past as the Minister used the only floo connection that Hogwarts had.
