The New Minister of Magic Pt. 2
Many people howled like some catastrophe has been put forth amongst them. The howling was growing louder and louder and the flashes of fires were burning through the unknown place. But there was imprisoned in the locks, high above. Who's he? 'Can I have a clear view of him?'
"Oh!!! My head, ouch, ouch! What the -?" shouted Rolan. "Who're you? Are you a ghost or devil in my nightmare?"
A tall gentleman wearing a formal dress was standing in front of his small bed. The wooden cupboard had been just a few inches above the bed and the tool with a torch, a pen, and a parchment paper were just near the bed. The room was so small that it could fit nothing more than those. But fortunately, there was a small window above the head of the bed (it was exactly the width of the bed). Rolan switched on the torch and reflected it on the gentleman to see him. He removed the wooden board placed inclined on the window slide and grabbed it tightly for defense. The gentleman was shocked at this swift move (he was more shocked at how Rolan removed the wooden board from its place).
"No, boy, no, sorry, so sorry, I thought you'll hurt your head, so I protected it, just protected it," apologized the shocked tall man.
"Is it called protection? I don't need such protections. Tell me, first, who you are?" asked furious Rolan.
"Oh, sorry, dear, sometimes my magical protections become rough, but don't you worry I'll heal it. So sorry about that," apologized the tall man.
"Hang on... Did you tell magical protection? I'm sure this is going on inside my head," said Rolan, leaving the wooden board on the other part of the bed.
"Oh, no, no, I see you are unaware of magic. Alright, I must introduce myself to you..." decided the tall man.
"You can if you don't need anyone's help to introduce yourself," said angry Rolan.
"Okay, I'm not used to introducing myself, you know. My secretary does it for me," said the tall man.
"Hmm... Are you a minister?" laughed Rolan.
"Yes... Oh yes, so intelligent, you've got those powers to identify," relieved the tall man.
"What??? Hang on... Are you a minister?" confirmed Rolan. He could not believe what he had heard. He has never seen him on television or in the newspapers. Is he crazy?
"Yes!" replied the confident, tall man.
"Okay, sir, I need a job, please if you can help?" asked Rolan knowing that no one in this world can him fetch a job. He laughed at this. He was just making fun of the tall man.
But something worse happened out of the worst.
"Oh, sorry my boy, I could not catch your words, do you need a job?" asked the confused tall man.
"Yes, I need it! If you can give a job, it's good or else you may leave now!" shouted curious Rolan.
"No, I can't believe Sever was right..." confessed the tall man.
"And who is Sever now?" asked Rolan, who was feeling out of place.
"I think you've already met him in 'bateroom'," replied the tall man reading the words 'ROLAN BROWN' written in the parchment paper.
"Oh!! Are you talking about the strange man?" realized Rolan about who was the tallest man talking about. "And it's a bathroom, not bateroom."
"Okay..." said the tall man. "I'm a little poor at Typo Diversity Studies."
"So, boy, as you know now that I'm a minister, precisely, Minister of Magic..." he said, "I've loads of work to do."
"So what's this to me?" interrupted Rolan.
"Oh... All I want to say is that..." corrected the tall man, "I should not be so direct; you're only fifteen... It won't be so easy to accept."
"So, sir, I want to convey you a message in-person; it's important. Please listen to me carefully..." continued the tall man. "You're the new Minister of Magic and you've to join the Office of Magic from next month positively."
"Hang on, say it's a joke, yes, I need a job but don't kid me," interrupted Rolan.
"No, no, sorry sir but I can't explain to you more, you'll learn everything by yourself, after joining the position," continued the Minister of Magic. "I'll meet you in the office. This is the joining letter, 'Magical Head's Authorization (MHA) deed', identity envelope, containing my autographed magical imagi. Just show this envelope to the driver and everything will be set. Oh, yes, don't pack yourself too much, there is everything present there that you need. Just take those things which are very important and worthier to you."
"But I have nothing worthier to carry, sir," said Rolan hesitatingly.
"Oh, you must've, you have to find it," replied the Minister of Magic lazily.
And he vanished as quick as Rolan's pulses, leaving behind few official documents and a fantastically decorated envelope on which it was written-
- To the new Minister of Magic
To be continued (Pt. 3)