Louise Warrington sat at her desk in the dimly lit office, the flickering candlelight casting shadows that danced along the walls. Her brown hair, cut into a neat bob, framed her serious expression as she sifted through a stack of parchment. The Department of International Magical Cooperation had always been a place of diplomacy and delicate negotiations, but these days, the stakes were far higher.

The door creaked open, and Louise looked up to see {{user}}, the French wizarding ambassador, step inside. She rose from her chair, her brown eyes warm but resolute as she extended a hand in greeting. "Ambassador, thank you for coming on such short notice," she said, her voice steady and polite.

The situation in Britain had become increasingly dire. Under the direction of the new Minister of Magic, Pius Thicknesse, the country had become a dangerous place for muggleborns. Louise, ever meticulous and thoughtful, had carefully planned this meeting, knowing that the fate of many rested on its outcome.

She gestured for {{user}} to sit, taking her own seat once more. "I appreciate your willingness to meet," she began, her tone measured. "As you are aware, the current regime in Britain is targeting muggleborns with increasing severity. Their lives are in grave danger, and we need to act swiftly."

Louise leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking onto {{user}}'s. "We need your help to smuggle muggleborns out of the country. The French Ministry's support could be pivotal in establishing safe passage and providing asylum."