More ministry shenanigans. Did I mention that I’m basing the bureaucracy with my own experiences with government proceedings in two different nations?
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A few minutes earlier,
“What? They cancelled Quidditch? Right at the decisive game when Gryffindor would surely win the cup? Ugh, This is so unfair!”
“Tell me about it, I was even healthy for the match this time.” Harry grinned at the outraged older girl, “you should have seen Wood’s reaction. He was about ready to curse McGonagall when she announced it.”
“Oh, I could imagine.” Eleanor’s enthusiasm was repced with a yawn as she gave him a tired smile. “I lost a bet with my friend that year you got hurt. From what I did hear through the rumour mill, saving the school from Dark Lords is just another Tuesday for the Great Harry Potter.”
“Oh, shush you.” Harry jokingly pushed the girl but had to quickly grab her before she lost her footing. “Sorry, I didn't mean that.”
“It's okay.” The older girl was one of the few short girls he had met so far, barely a couple of inches taller than him. She leaned on his shoulder for a moment before she found her footing. “I won't lie, I am exhausted right now.”
“Are you sure you can afford to help us then? I would rather not get you in trouble or cause you to colpse.”
“It's all right.” Eleanor yawned again before leading him to a room full of bookshelves filled to the brim with scrolls and booklets. “I finished the work I was assigned to anyway. Once I'm done helping you, I'll go home for the weekend.”
The older girl stood in the middle of the room and cleared the junk off a table, then pulled out her wand. Her tired blue eyes did not waver as she waved her wand and silently summoned a rge folder full of scrolls and other documents.
“It's a good thing I already know where your file is, thanks to my curiosity and as a member of your fan club.” She smiled cheekily at him as he stood beside her.
“Wait, you weren't joking?” Harry blinked at the older girl. “I have a fan club?!”
“Of course you do. The Harry Potter fan club has been around for almost twelve years and still going strong.” Eleanor nodded seriously as she flicked her wand, causing the folder to open. “I directed the Hogwarts branch, where we had the most fun discussing your adventures. And I'm talking about your real adventures, not the codswallop some idiots tried to sell as real stories.”
“I had heard about that but never found any of those books.” The Potter heir scratched his head. “It was almost as if they were all taken out of the market the moment I entered the magical world.”
“I am not sure about the details, but they were highly illegal. I know Professor Dumbledore had made a huge fuss about it over the years.” Eleanor yawned again before shaking her head tiredly. “Maybe he managed to finally ban them. You would have to ask him for more details.”
“Dumbledore? Banning books? Inconceivable!” Harry grinned at the older girl, causing her to giggle in return before coughing.
“Now let's see, we don't need anything from fifty years ago, so let's jump straight to the te seventies.” With a wave of her wand, six reams of paper were summoned from the folder and neatly arranged in front of them. “Considering you have been in the muggle world since 1981, and your grandparents died in 1979, it should be simple enough to find any properties by searching for Fleamont Potter’s will.”
Harry watched in amazement at how easy the tired girl made it; her masterful use of silent casting was phenomenal. What could have taken him hours, if not days, by hand, she managed to find in less than a minute. He wished he were half as proficient in charms as the older girl, and the sight before him drove him to work even harder on his wand work.
Provided he got around the Trace issue. He ignored Ghost’s huff of amusement in his mind as the direwolf went to sleep.
“There it is; just in case, let's pull out your parents' will and compare them.”
Harry looked in trepidation as the older girl pulled out two official sheets of parchment. They read Fleamont's and Euphemia’s will first, which simply bequeathed everything to James Potter except for a sum of gold to be transferred to a Reginald Carrow. There was only one property under Fleamont's name, Potter Manor, in Gwynedd County, Wales.
“I remember Reginald mentioning that my grandmother left him gold. This matches what he said.” Harry nodded to himself. “Now I just need to find out where Potter Manor is. Is there a map of some sort for me to find it?”
“A map?” Eleanor asked in confusion. “Maps are incredibly impractical and unreliable for magical properties. Nearly all of them are unplottable and have defences that prevent their exact locations from ever being found.”
Harry sighed, but she did make a good point – it was far harder to attack a pce you did not know the location of.
“So how would I be able to find that Manor?”
“If it is registered with the ministry, it is also registered on the Floo network. Give me a minute, and let me check something.”
The kind girl summoned a rge booklet with many colourful bookmarks. Flipping the pages until she reached the letter P, She traced with her fingers until she found the property.
“Here, Potter Manor.” Harry leaned in close to read. “This booklet is one of many property registries in the ministry. This one is for Wales, which isn't a popur residency spot for witches and wizards. Lots of Dark magic in that nd, or at least the stories say.” Eleanor helpfully expined, and a smile couldn’t help but find its way on his face at the sight of the amiable yet hardworking girl. “Now, Potter Manor itself, I'm afraid to say, is sealed from the public.”
“I've heard this term a couple of times, but I don't think I understand what it means.” Harry rubbed his chin as he read over the page.
“Understandable, it is a bit of a misnomer, but sealed in this case merely means that the Floo network has been disconnected.” Eleanor expined patiently as she waved her wand, summoning another document but pcing it on the side for now. “I'm not sure if you know, but the ministry only keeps property records that are either connected to the Floo network or if they are registered in a will.”
“Yeah, Auror Proudfoot expined that to us.”
“Brilliant. Now, in this case, In addition to the Floo network being disconnected, the manor’s wards have also been disabled, except for the muggle repellent and other unplottable features. Basically, the manor is essentially invisible to everyone unless a wizard stumbles on it on foot. The only way to find it again would be to hope there’s a portkey for it lying around in the ministry or if you know someone who had been there and could make one.”
“Then how do I unseal it?” Harry was already annoyed by the byrinthine ws and regutions stopping him from ciming his home. His frustration had been steadily mounting for the past few hours, yet most of his annoyance was easily suppressed, especially at the kind and helpful young woman before him.
“Well, the easiest way is to have the Minister for Magic give an executive order to unseal it on your behalf. The other, more standard method is to look for who sealed it in the first pce and have at least two of those officials or their offices unseal it.” Eleanor pointed at the names written beside Potter Manor. “In this case, your property was sealed by the head of the DMLE, the head of the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, the head of the Department for the Regution and Control of Magical Creatures, the Minister for Magic, and even your father, James Potter.” The older girl blinked in surprise. “That's a lot of people agreeing on one thing: to seal Potter Manor. Your grandfather must have either pissed off every one of those important names, including his son, or there was something big happening in the background.”
They stared for a moment at the report, trying to divine the reason. Sadly, the piece of parchment only stated the status of the property, with no exposition.
“I am sure my father had a good reason to do this, but I hope for their sake the officials who sealed my estate have one as well.” Harry couldn't hide the bite in his voice and only rexed when the older girl pced a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Is there any other demesne under my name?”
“Only the one and I'm afraid you won't like what I would have to say about it.” Eleanor flipped the paper she summoned earlier and produced his father's will. “Your parents must have known that there was a real chance of their demise, for they left standard but precise instructions in their will. All their wealth and belongings were to be collected in one vault for you to use, and bequeathed any estates under their name to you. That included the aforementioned Potter Manor, as well as the house where it all began.”
“What house?” Harry asked with trepidation.
“More of a cottage, really, in Godric’s Hollow. From my understanding, your parents were practically homeless after sealing your ancestral home, so that cottage must have been a temporary home. It was also where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named killed your parents and attempted to murder you.”
“Ah, that pce. I never actually thought about it.” Harry sighed deeply. “So what happened to it? Was it destroyed? Burned to the ground?”
“Well… there's no easy way to say this, I-I mean, we thought you knew about it all along. But now that I think about it, that would be pin impossible, considering you grew up in the muggle world.”
“What are you talking about, Eleanor?” The girl had been accommodating so far, and to see her stuttering and hesitant made him worry.
“There's no easy way for me to say it, Harry.” She repeated as she shuffled her feet. “The ministry had seized your house and turned it into a museum of sorts.”
“… Come again?” It took a few moments for Harry to process what she had just said, but she only gave him a report regarding the ministry's decision to steal his inherited property.
To say that Harry was wroth would be an understatement. Scratch that; it would be the understatement of the century! Instead of letting him know about the house, let alone allowing him to live in it, they seized it without reimbursing him and turned it into some sort of shrine? His gaze wandered down the dark ink… there was even a non-profit under his name where all the proceeds went… somewhere.
Did Dumbledore know about this? Reviewing the report, his name was not on it, but that did not mean he was ignorant. Harry took a deep breath, trying to control his growing rage and forced his green eyes to inspect the vexing dark words inked on the parchment. No, Dumbledore had no hand on it, though there was no doubt he was aware. Whether he approved or not was another matter, and Jon Snow was not one to tolerate fools.
He checked the previous excerpt about his manor, finding the names of those who sealed it. Cornelius Fudge, in his capacity as head of the DMAC, was the only name he recognised. There was also a Bartemius Crouch Sr, a Rudolph Runcorn and a Millicent Bagnold, but none of the names rang any bells.
“Harry? Are you all right?”
“Fawley! Where the bloody hell did that stupid girl go?”
They both froze at the angry shout, followed by a door banging open.
“Oh no, that's my boss. Mr Rowle isn't the most pleasant person, and he sounds pissed.” Eleanor bit her lips before waving her wand at the documents containing his father's and grandfather’s wills and the report on the cottage of Godric's Hollow. “Gemini.” She whispered, causing copies to form out of the documents.
“Here, these should st for a week before they vanish. Bring them to the minister or one of the department heads, and they should help.” The girl hurried to the door, and Harry followed her as they made their way to the room they left Mrs Malfoy in, pocketing the papers as he walked.
“Thanks, Eleanor. Will you be in trouble with that man?” Even as he asked, he could hear raised voices from the room, the man sounding angry while Mrs Malfoy's voice was cool.
“I don't think so?” It was more of a question than a statement, Harry noticed. “He had me working overnight, but I finished all his assignments.”
They could hear more raised voices, and Harry frowned when he realised the man, Rowle, was insulting Narcissa Malfoy. The thought caused his heart to beat in indignation. They reached the ajar door just in time for Harry to see a tall, muscled blonde man spitting at the woman who had helped him so much today.
Time seemed to freeze, and in that minuscule heartbeat, the bubbling rage and frustration that had slowly brewed during the st few hours finally erupted. Harry felt Ghost awaken in his mind, and the edges of his vision rapidly began to redden.
Before his mind could even process what was happening, his body was already in motion.
Within a blink, Harry had reached the tall man, and his leg was flying, kicking the man behind the knees, forcing him to colpse face down on the ground with a painful cry.
His knee was already smming into Mr Rowle’s back in a way that would render him immobile from the pain and the weight, while his right hand had already drawn the basilisk fang. It took him all of his willpower and control not to let the dagger-like piece of bone sink into the man’s unprotected neck.
The red receded from the world, and with a deep, shuddering exhale, Harry settled on the man’s wrist and twisted it behind his back. Any attempts to struggle were halted by putting more strength into his grip and rotating the limb even further. For good measure, he stood up and gave his shoulder bde a stomp, causing it to dislocate with a sickening pop eliciting a girlish scream of agony.
“Don’t move,” Harry had the Basilisk fang an inch from the man’s blue iris. “Or you will forever see the world with one eye.”
He could smell the terror from the man whose gaze tunnelled on the fang. Harry was so tempted just to stab the fool, but a gnce at Mrs Malfoy made him return to his senses. She had her wand out, holding a disgusting glob of mucus mid-air before whipping her wand sideways and sending it to the rubbish bin. He let go of the useless arm and searched the man for his wand, and once he found it in some sort of sheath strapped to his belt, threw it to a shocked Eleanor behind him.
“Now, what do we have here? A brutish thug threatening and disrespecting a noble dy and her companion? Don't you know that people died for much lesser insults?”
“W-w-who the fuck do you think you–” Harry grabbed his hair and smmed his face onto the wooden floor, and judging by the crunch, his nose was now broken.
“Oh?” He checked the man and found him unconscious. “All that brawn, and he faints from a love tap. Wizards are so fragile.” The vertically challenged boy tutted as he shoved the man with his foot to lie sideways. He would rather the man did not die from choking on his blood.
Harry then turned fully to his chaperone. “Are you alright, Mrs Malfoy?”
“Never better, Harry.” The woman smiled at him with something he couldn’t quite decipher, eliciting a grin of his own.
“W-what have you done? You just beat up my boss!”
The words made his mind race – he was not so quick to resort to violence usually… His mind tried to furiously remember wizarding ws on fighting and nobility. Thankfully, the man wasn’t too harmed.
Harry turned to the girl who had been so friendly and helpful. “A dire insult was given to my companion for the day.”
Something he could have challenged the man over a formal duel… but while skirting on the unwritten ws of nobility, spitting in the face of his escort was just barely sufficient provocation to invite such a heavy-handed retaliation. Something that would be frowned upon and possibly controversial but would not get him into legal trouble.
That was besides the insults the man casually threw. What did Lucius Malfoy do to make people believe that Narcissa was no longer under his protection?
“You know, Harry.” Narcissa Malfoy had a sly grin as she stared at him. “It is quite fortunate that the security guard did not check us for contraband. Really, dear? Smuggling a Basilisk fang into the Ministry of Magic?”
Harry froze and felt his heart skipping a beat. Bloody hell! That was far too close, and now he felt even more appreciative of the alluring woman who so easily distracted the guard. Did she know he had it on him? Impossible, he had the fang sheathed on his belt and hidden by his cloak.
Eleanor Fawley remained silent as she turned her gaze from the man on the floor to Mrs Malfoy. Finally, she sighed tiredly, “I am far too exhausted for this. What now, though? We can't just leave him lying on the ground bleeding like this.”
“Personally, I believe I have an unscheduled appointment with the minister.” Harry popped his neck and flexed his fists as both women looked at him strangely. The loss of control earlier was arming, but letting some steam off had just felt so… good. “There had been further developments, Mrs Malfoy. I'm afraid my issue is much more complicated than we thought.”
At the beautiful blonde’s raised eyebrow, Harry unched into a quick expnation with the help of Eleanor, who had shut the door before pouring herself a cup of the cooling tea with plenty of sugar.
“I see. This does complicate matters greatly.”
“No, this just simplifies things a great deal.” Both women looked at him strangely again, causing him to sigh. Harry would not judge Eleanor’s ck of political acumen, but Narcissa should have known better. Then again, she was still of the gentler sex, and he had learned that most women prefer to talk things through and settle matters diplomatically.
Unless they were wildlings.
“Er, Harry? The minister is in an important meeting. We were all briefed on it earlier, and a bunch of reporters are waiting for his meeting with the department heads to finish before taking a statement from him.” Eleanor drained her cup and looked worryingly at him.
“What’s this meeting about?” Mrs Malfoy calmly waved her wand at the cold tea in her cup, causing it to steam before she took a sip. The act was done with the utmost elegance, as everything that pertains to Narcissa Malfoy.
“I’m not sure of the details, but I know the minister is touring Azkaban today. The solstice is also around the corner, so he must have a few things to say regarding the Mot meeting.” The younger woman yawned again before going around her desk and opening a drawer to grab a vial of liquid from within. Popping the cork, she drained it all in one go, causing her ears to steam, but her countenance looked better. “Pepper-up potion. I can already tell from your face that nothing I say would dissuade you, and you will probably need a witness to what happened here.”
“I appreciate it, Eleanor.” Harry smiled warmly at the older girl. “You did not need to help us, you know. I owe you one.”
“Nonsense, you saved my brothers’ life when you killed that Basilisk.” Harry and Mrs Malfoy stared at her in shock, causing her to giggle. “Don’t be so surprised, you two. I have two brothers in school, both older than you, in Ravencw and Hufflepuff, and another one starting next term. They never fail to keep me up to date with the juiciest rumours. Is it true you broke Professor Snape’s arm? Or was it his leg?”
“Wand, actually.” Harry said distractedly, causing both women to look strangely at him.
“Well then,” Mrs Malfoy coughed, then stood and pced the empty cup on the table as Harry recovered his wits and tried to recall any older students who looked like the kind girl in front of him. He could admit she was quite cute and petite, but that might just be his hormones speaking. “Do you have a pn, Harry?”
“You said all the department heads are in attendance?” At Eleanor’s nod, Harry grinned. “Then we just need to use shock and awe. Here’s what we’re going to do.” Harry expined his simple and straightforward pn and had to stifle a ugh at the two women’s shocked faces.
“Bold and reckless. As expected from a Gryffindor.” Narcissa shook her head fondly, and Harry felt gd that she approved. He turned to Eleanor and saw her nod as well, her Gryffindor side in full effect with her grin, but she seemed to look hesitantly at Mrs Malfoy for a reason.
“Yes, Eleanor?” Narcissa Malfoy also noticed and smiled softly at her. “Did you wish to discuss something before we head out?”
The girl hesitated as her eyes flickered between her and the unconscious Rowle, whom Harry had realised was beginning to awaken. Finally, Eleanor squared her shoulders in determination. “I can't say too much as I'm under oath, but I suggest you check on your records for any new changes. Specifically on any wills that you might be involved in.” The short girl grimaced heavily and grabbed her stomach. “Oh dear, the oath didn’t like that. Excuse me for a moment.”
Mrs Malfoy’s eyes widened in shock, even as the girl hurried to the washroom, and Harry could hear her sickness from the room. Check her records? Harry was confused; why would…oh. He turned to the beautiful blonde woman who had maintained a calm and noble demeanour since he knew her. Now, however, she looked close to panicking, with sweaty brows and shaking hands. Harry had a deep suspicion of what Lucius had done now, and it was beyond foolish.
“Are you alright, Mrs Malfoy?” Harry worriedly held her elbow when he saw the woman colpse heavily on the chair she vacated. The blonde’s eyes looked at him with an empty gaze as if she couldn’t see him. For the first time since he met her, Narcissa Malfoy looked fragile and vulnerable as she grabbed his hand as if tching desperately to hold on to something. Harry instantly squeezed back for assurance as he held her gaze.
“You are a fabulous young man, do you know that, Harry?” The sudden compliment caused his cheeks to heat up, but he was brought from his thoughts by a groan from the ground.
“Y-you broke my nose.” The blonde brute tried to stand, only to squeal in pain. “My arm! What have you done to it!?”
“Don’t be a baby – you won’t die from a few taps. For all that muscle, you hardly seem to have experienced pain in your life. Don’t you know, pain builds character?” Harry grinned wickedly as he approached the man and grabbed his good arm, easily lifting the nearly three-hundred-pound man to his feet and, with a measured jab, nicked his chin, making him colpse out cold once more. Turning around, he grabbed the man’s colr before he face-pnted on the floor. Narcissa followed as Harry dragged the knocked-out Rowle by the scruff. It wasn’t too hard, just cumbersome due to his short stature, yet the ritual and his training had clearly paid dividends.
Outside, Eleanor was leaning on the wall, taking deep breaths.
“Ugh, my stomach did not agree with this. It’s a good thing I didn’t say anything too incriminating.” The older girl looked up and stared awkwardly at her boss being dragged like a sack of potatoes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Absolutely,” Harry grinned at their exasperation as they approached the lift.
“I still cannot fathom how you have the strength to do such feats, Harry.”
He gnced at Narcissa as she shook her head behind him. “I’m just built different.”
A*L*S*M
Outside the office of the Minister for Magic,
Era Evergreen scowled as she shifted on her feet for the tenth time today. It was nearly one in the afternoon, and she was forced to stand outside the Minister’s office while he had his monthly meeting with his cabinet. Era was not even supposed to work today but was forced to stand in for the still-sick Rita Skeeter. The editor-in-chief was nearly bending backwards to accommodate the annoying old bitch when she asked to be relieved from this assignment. He could not afford to alienate the witch that could seemingly unearth scandalous scoops on respectable and upright members of society.
The result was this – standing in line with a dozen other tired and annoyed reporters waiting for his royal Fudginess to exit the chambers and give his boring speech before he buzzed off to Merlin knows where. She couldn’t even sit, as she was a few minutes too te to cim one of the few avaible seats, where their occupants were comfortably napping.
Era gred at the chamber’s doors and the two Aurors guarding them. Paper pushers, both of them. Even now, they were slouching and ckadaisical. One of them just excused himself as he walked away to the washroom, yawning!
Shaking her head, she pulled out a pocket mirror to check her chestnut-brown hair and noticed her tired green eyes. Era was so bored; this was supposed to be her Saturday, her free day, yet her boss had called, and she couldn’t afford to ignore him lest she end up on the bench for the good stuff. Why did Witch Weekly even need to cover such a boring meeting in the first pce?
So here Era waited, instead of eating a hearty lunch with her family, cooked by their talented elf, and pying all day with her pet Kneazle, Nimbus, before they visited her mother’s cousin for dinner. Apollo Greengrass had announced a family dinner to celebrate his daughters’ safe return from Hogwarts and had invited his retives as an excuse for another announcement that her mom teased her on.
A growl sounded from her stomach, and she groaned in frustration. Not only was she bored, but she had missed breakfast as well. Era pulled out her camera to distract herself and aimed it at the lift, miming taking a photo… only for the lift to ding and the doors to open for the queerest sight she had ever seen, and her accidentally clicking the shutter, capturing the image in all its glory.
The lift only had three occupants, no four, as she noticed an unconscious man on the ground. Two women, one barely out of school with short brown hair, while the other woman was a vision of absolute beauty that made Era’s insides tingle. While both were more than pleasant to look at, what caught her attention was the short boy with neatly combed bck hair, mesmerising green eyes, lighter than her own yet glowing with power, a faint scar on his forehead and dressed most fashionably. The boy noticed the camera and sent her a toothy grin, showing sharp fangs that caused shivers to run up her spine.
“Let’s go.” The boy’s whisper resonated through the hallway as he dragged the massive blonde man on the floor by his colr. It was such a strange sight that Era could not help but press the shutter repeatedly, making the little machine snap again and again while her colleagues were too stunned to do more than gawk. Morgana’s tits, Era was definitely gd to have paid top Galleon to have this newest camera model from the muggle world enchanted for her. The strange group walked in the hallway, the boy leading while the two women followed demurely like attendants.
As they got close, she noticed that the rge man’s nose was badly broken, with blood flowing down his shirt, and his arm was twisted grotesquely in an unnatural way.
The other reporters had now awakened from their lethargy and fumbled uselessly for their cameras as the marching group approached the door of the Minister’s office. The air seemed to cool as they passed, and Era took another close photo of the group, wondering who this charismatic boy was that could seemingly command such fear and respect.
The lone Auror guarding the doors looked like he would piss himself at the mere idea of having to do any actual guarding. He furtively looked for his partner, but the washroom door’s sign still said Occupied. With a heavy gulp, the Auror pulled out his wand, his hands shaking so bad that Era feared he might accidentally curse them instead of the boy steadily walking towards him.
“H-halt. There is a cabinet meeting in progress.” The more he spoke, the braver the man seemed to get, judging by his now straightened spine. “Who are you to interrupt it? Why is this man injured?!”
The facade was quickly crumbling, however – the Auror was quivering as he brandished his wand at the boy, making Era wonder if he could even nd a spell. Yet the teen showed no fear, and she felt in her heart that something was about to happen as she continued taking photos.
In less than a heartbeat, the green-eyed boy moved and had the ‘highly’ trained Auror’s wand in his hands. He did not look impressed as he gazed at the red-robed man, who was still pointing his empty hand uselessly, as if not realising he was missing his wand. The bck-haired boy casually handed the wand to his two companions, the shorter one sighing in exasperation as she accepted it.
“I suggest you move aside, my good man.” The boy’s face remained impassive as the Auror couldn’t wait to escape faster from the doors, easily abandoning his post. The green-eyed boy adjusted his grip on the blonde man’s colr and kicked the door.
The chamber doors banged open, and the boy strode in decisively, interrupting the meeting inside. As if it was the most natural thing, the unconscious man was lugged a few feet in the air atop a round table, just next to a squat woman in hideous pink, also known as Dolores Umbridge.
“W-what is the meaning of this?” Came the squealed excmation of the Undersecretary to the Minster.
“Apologies, Minister Fudge. I believe you said your doors will always be open for me?”
The boy, whose identity Era knew not but now had a strong suspicion about, strolled through the chambers as if he owned them, followed by his companions. A peek inside told her many influential figures of the ministry were in attendance; some of them had their wands out, while others stared in shock at the boy or the unconscious man atop the table.
The minister, in particur, looked especially fbbergasted, “Harry Potter!”
Era’s heart skipped a beat and took another photo. This boy had just turned the day into one of the best in her life.
Era Evergreen is a complete OC. Just someone who wrote herself into the plot, and I might just use her again ter.
Did you really think I would cut short the ministry segment so early? Boy am I having so much fun with Harry just flipping the board to all those zy chumps. Expect a chapter and half more of the ministry before we move on.
