Politics Runs Deep, Lin, You Can't Handle It

As they left the courtroom, Aisling, who seemed to have swapped identities with Roy, was still chattering away, complaining about Dumbledore's decision to casually compromise with Fudge.

"Hmph—Dumbledore is still too weak. Fudge ran into one problem after another the moment he took office. With his little bit of cleverness and his tricks, if Dumbledore hadn't stepped in to solve things for him, anyone else would have resigned in shame a hundred times over. It would have been bad enough if he merely failed to repay kindness, but now he was actually taking the chance to kick someone when they were down and bite Dumbledore back. What a heartless bastard."

Roy sighed, glanced around at the crowded stream of people moving through the corridor after the hearing, and patted Aisling on the shoulder, urging her to complain more quietly. All he got in return was an eye-roll.

"Am I scared of him? Hmph! If I wanted to, I could drag that guy down from the position of Minister for Magic in minutes!"

Seeing how uncharacteristically Aisling was behaving, Roy shot the drama queen a cold glance. This girl loved putting on a show whenever she was in public, especially at the Ministry of Magic. Those offensive, arrogant words might have sounded like they were meant for him, but they were actually meant for every Ministry official present. Looking back on it, she had been dragging him into this act ever since they arrived at the Ministry today.

What a fake. Do all Grindelwalds love making speeches so much...

Roy grumbled inwardly, even as he considered how to avoid playing along with Aisling's act in front of so many people. Yet Roy did not need to do anything. The moment an elderly voice rang out, Aisling's spellcasting before the entire Ministry