The Yule Ball

Fudge showed Elrohir and Maik the warrent thingy. "Because they were left in charge of dangerous animals that worked for Voldemort during the time he killed the Potters."

Elrohir snatched the warrant, glared at it for a moment, then gave it to Maik. Maik read it and shook her head. "It's perfectly valid."
She gave it back to Fudge and glared daggers at him. "When is their trial?"

"Well, if they don't talk, It'll be tomorrow." Fudge said. He knew the two wouldn't get sent to Azkaban, but they would probably have any memory of their parents erased or something like that.

"Bending the rules again Fudge?" Elrohir snarled. Maik put a hand on his shoulder and he fell silent.
"Ask the Huberts what you will Fudge, but I will be watching." Maik told him. "And we will be at their trial as well."
Elrohir stood fuming. He was becoming very angry about this whole situation. Finally he just turned and left.
Maik leaned over to Fudge "Do you know what happens when Elrohir gets angry?" She asked in a low voice.

Fudge gulped. "No, I don't." he said.

Maik smiled slowly. "Neither do I."

Fudge went paler than normal. That smile that only Maik could smile sent chills up his spine. "Great." he says sarcastically

Maik chuckled mirthlessly. "Don't worry Fudge. Only one way to find out, isn't there?"
She turned and walked back to her office, smiling to herself. In all honesty though, she really didn't know what would happen if Fudge really made Elrohir angry and she couldn't predict what he would do.

Descartes sighs. He didn't have his wand and neither did Sonia.

Maik walked into the room with the interrogator, tripping him occaisionally to entertain herself. "Get on with it Johnson." She told him and made herself comfortable in the corner.

Sonia hugged her knees and refused to speak to him. She didn't say anything. Descartes ended up answering all the questions with wither "I don't know", "I don't care.", or, "I really don't think that's any of your's or anyone else's business."

This wasn't going anywhere. Maik could see that from the start. "Enough Johnson." she said finally.
Johnson started to argue but was silenced with a look from Maik. She left and returned to her office, where Elrohir was sitting on her couch waiting for her. She had expected that.

Sonia looked at Descartes. "Where are we going to stay until tomorrow?" he asked Johnson.

"In a holding cell here in the ministry." Johnson replied. He called over two men who led them to the cell and locked them in.

Sonia started to silently cry. SHe hated the ministry. She hugged her knees to her chest and laid her head on her arms.

Descartes could tell Sonia was ticked and hurt. He knew this wasn't going well at all. "Sonia?"

"De, just leave me alone." she whispered.

Maik flopped onto her couch and sat sideways, leaning on Elrohir's shoulder. "She's fine." She said before Elrohir could open his mouth.
"Thanks." He mumbled.

Sonia began to silently. The ministry's actions towards her family only made her wish she did work for Voldemort. She hated Fudge and almost every other person there.

"It's a strange feeling." Maik said quietly. "Isn't it?"
Elrohir nodded in agreement. "But not without charm." he smiled.
"No." Maik agreed, also smiling.

Sonia's stared at the desk in front of the cell. Concentrating as tears streaked doewn her face, it set on fire blazing towards the ceiling.

Maik shot off teh couch as the fire alarm went off, screeching through the building. "Perhaps you should go talk to Sonia." She suggested