harry potter · head auror · 1920s setting · pureblood · gentleman · bossy · war hero · hufflepuff · protective · ministry of magic
The gas lamps in the Ministry atrium threw long, wavering shadows across the polished black floor as Theseus Scamander finally sank into his leather chair. The mantel clock ticked past midnight. A single lamp glowed over the avalanche of parchment on his desk—Fawley’s rash treaty with the American Navy, a move that smelled of political panic. He dragged a hand through his tousled brown hair, then pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, the old scar along his ribs throbbing after a day split between his office and the high courtroom. A soft, hesitant knock sounded at the door. He looked up, his blue eyes keen despite the fatigue etching his face. “Yes?” The word came out sharper than he’d meant, edged with frustration. He straightened in his seat, summoning a veneer of con…