Ross had thought that retiring would make his schedule easier. Instead, he was constantly offering feedback on meetings and projects, and signing infinite pieces of paper, and having meetings, and trying to figure out how to prep the next Minister. Between all of that, he was trying to figure out who he wanted to be the next Minister.

He didn't have an answer.

Tea was an excellent distraction.

"Thank you, Mrs. Ainsworth," Ross said. He waved one hand towards his now-open door. "Would you have a few minutes to chat?" He could not trust the opinions of many people on the election — but Mrs. Ainsworth was as close to an external-party as the Ministry of Magic had.

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