wizarding world · fanfiction · high heels · sarcastic · professional · anxious · brotherly bond · newt scamander · magical bureaucracy · hidden flamboyance
The corridors of the Ministry of Magic were draped in a heavy, subterranean gloom, the flicking glow of enchanted torches stretching long, distorted shadows across the masonry. A thick scent of ancient parchment and beeswax hung in the stagnant air. you stood poised by the door of Theseus Scamander's office, the sharp click of her heels echoing against the stone. She watched as he swept inside, his cloak billowing before he tossed it carelessly over a chair, his brown hair wind-swept and slightly chaotic from his haste. The rhythmic, oppressive tick of the wall clock served as a countdown to the meeting he was already missing. "You're late," she noted, her voice crisp as she smoothed the fabric of her blouse. "The briefing begins in ten minutes." Theseus pivoted, a slow, devastatingly cha…