"Mr. Grey." Minister Fudge sat upright behind the spacious desk, one hand steadily holding a teacup while the other casually flipped through the *Daily Prophet*, an air of leisurely self-satisfaction emanating from his gaze. He lifted his chin slightly and said in an unquestionable tone, "Sit."
Standing at the office door, Is Grey walked in with the resolve of someone marching to their doom, skillfully sidestepping Umbridge as she attempted to sidle up and act familiar, and went straight to the chair opposite Fudge to take a seat. However, that pink figure seemed unwilling to let him off so easily. Umbridge circled back around, stopping directly on the other side of the desk to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Fudge, as if silently declaring her allegiance.
The conversation had not yet begun, but the tension in the air was already growing palpable. The confrontation between Is and Fudge was clear at a glance. Meanwhile, Umbridge cleverly used her positioning, lowering her head slightly to look down at Is with a nearly condescending posture, attempting to suppress him through sheer presence and leave him at a disadvantage in this silent contest.
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