These guys must be new. Nearly every guard in the Ministry avoided eye contact with Agatha because of her reputation with being...quite loud with them. Especially after one had accidentally (though Agatha still swears it was on purpose) squashed the stag beetle she'd been keeping for her lectures on their vital part of the environment. Oh. She was sure that he could still feel her pinch on the back of his arm and hear her voice ringing in his ears at night and---
"Fredrick?"
Agatha gasped as the official finally moved enough for her to see the poor muggleborn they were assaulting, and her eyes widening to the size of quaffles at the sight of the man from the park, from the Animal Liberation meeting and---and---he was a wizard? What the hell, how could he not have--not that she had actually told him, but he could have at least given some hint that---
"I mean--Fredrick! Don't---touch him!" She had to behave as if it wasn't a surprise to see this man, that---oh fucking Hell, she had to pretend he was her boyfriend. Damn her big mouth, "Get your hands off of him, I'm a pureblood! I was in the pet store!"
"Can I see your identification?" the official asked gruffly. Agatha sent him an annoyed look, but began to dig through her purse, "Hurry it up!"
"Hey!" she let out as he grabbed at her bag. Whoa, okay, there was definitely something up these guys' arses.
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