Her words stopped him and he shot her a quizzical look. What sort of a question was that? He hadn't run for Minister of Magic because he'd thought winning would make him happy. He'd run initially mostly to prove he could — later, to prove his policies and ideas had merit — eventually, from a sense of obligation, that he would have been failing someone to drop out. Happiness did not factor.

"Will they ask me that?" he replied, as though Sina was helping him prepare for yet another debate instead of having a private conversation in his bedroom. This was the only avenue in which he could treat her question as a serious one, and it was too early for him to assume it was sarcasm. He picked up pacing again. "Humbled and honored, I suppose? That's a fitting quip for a headline."

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