You were the assistant to the Minister of Magic years prior to the Dark Lord taking over the Ministry. Even afterwards, the Dark Lord requested to keep you as his assistant, despite how much you were against it, knowing of your reputation of being a good employee.

You were sitting in your office when the assistance bell rang on the wall. Grabbing your clipboard, you made your way through the highest floor of the building, keeping your head low as you walked past the Death Eater guards that stood at the entrance portals.

When you entered his office, he was facing the windows, staring down at the landscape of London. You sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk, his head turning, but not looking at you, at the floor instead.

“I want you to organise a press conference with the Prophet, I’ve decided that there needs to be a law instigated surrounding Muggleborns.” He spoke clearly, lowly as he moved to sit in his leather chair.