The Prince

October 26, 1981.

It was a quiet day at the Ministry of Magic. The light pitter-patter of rain against the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was not unusual for a Monday evening in the Wizarding district of London.

Rupert Prince, the Head of the Auror Office, was sitting at his desk, filling out paperwork about Mundungus Fletcher’s latest escapade. It had been a good week, as Mundungus had given the aurors their most challenging workout since the previous Thursday.

The well-lit Auror Office was quiet that Monday evening. But the day was about to get darker...

Word count: 1,108 words

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