“Good morning,” chimed an overly-cheerful female voice as Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt headed up the grand voraginous staircase at 10 Downing Street, faces of past Prime Ministers lining the wall.
As he approached the first floor he glanced back down at the huge door that served as the entrance to the most famous residence in Muggle Britain. For all its blackness on the outside, it was a stunning cretaceous on the inside; a tall, immaculately-dressed man stationed beside it, an ear-piece visible. He laughed heartily to himself. They have a man to open the door for people.
He had been assigned to the Muggle Prime Minister by the Minister of Magic, and had met his new boss just once, in a fleeting encounter after it had been announced he would be his new secretary. The Minister’s words were almost phemic, yet Kingsley considered him to be psilosophic.
He entered his new office; his place of work for the next few months at the end of a short corridor with several doors with names he had learnt the week before. His office was larger than that he was used to at the Ministry; modern, largely alien to him with its technology and Muggle artefacts.
A large mahogany table greeted him, a neat pile of paperwork awaiting his attention beside a computer. He had little knowledge of such Muggle technology, and it frightened him.
He sighed deeply at the fruitless task ahead of him, having to guard a Muggle Prime Minister and his snobocracy.
The wizard had absolutely no interest in the papers on his desk and felt uncomfortable in his solferino rumchunder suit, acquired reluctantly from a tailor in central London. Kingsley continued to survey his new surroundings, a set of huge oak doors sat to his left – the Prime Minister’s office. A corridor ahead of him to another wing of the building, he had yet to explore. It looked exactly like the one he had walked down to get to his office; bright, lavish, unnecessary.
“Hello, again,” chimed a familiar voice appearing from his right.
“Hello,” Kingsley replied, looking bemused at the young woman.
“I’m Ursula,” she offered, smiling at him. “Ursula Todd. Press Officer. I work out of the first door on the right.”
He paused, staring at her smiling face. “Erm, Kingsley Shacklebolt,” he blurted. “New secretary.”
“Yes, I thought you were. Is there anything you need?”
How about getting me out of here?
he thought, but took a moment to think, glancing around the open office. “How does the – erm, computer – work?”
Her smile quickly disappeared at his request, her jaw dropping slightly at something so absurd.
“Y-you...don’t know how to use a computer?” she checked, still astounded.
“That’s right,” laughed Kingsley, nervously, his hands fidgeting at the cuffs of his jacket. “I’ve never had to use one, ever.”
“Oh. Well let me show you how,” she enthused, reaching for the computer, her toothy smile returning.
Kingsley beamed; perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all.