Like stunning spells to the chest, the news had sucked the breath out of her lungs. She had remained seated, her eyes blindly scanning the pictures of the various escapees. His faithfuls were flocking back to him. They were doing so right under Fudge's nose and the incompetent Minister of Magic was not willing to entertain the thought that Albus had been right. Though a surge of anger towards the man clung to her, it is another Ministry official who seemed to colonize her thoughts.
How would Amelia fare with the pressure? How would she navigate these impossible circumstance when the Ministry forbade her from truly acknowledging the problem at hand? Determined to reach out to her friend as soon as she could Minerva had hurried back to her chambers.
For 36 hours, she had flooed and oweled, but each of her attempts had gone unanswered. Finally at midnight, on the day following the mass escape, Minerva had decided to leave the castle and go to the Ministry. Reaching Amelia's office had been rather easy, given that most of the woman's employees were old students of hers and that her glare alone seemed to still instil fear in them. However, convincing the Head of Department that she needed to rest if only for a few hours had been more of a challenge. When finally Minerva had managed to convince her, the woman had given her deputy a slew of orders and had made the younger woman promise that she would be warned if any development were to happen.
Minerva having decided to escort the woman home for fear that she might change her mind and stay at work for another white night, they had left the Ministry in silence. She had linked arms with the woman and had easily made them apparate in front of Amelia's home. The professor had taken a few steps towards the house, when a man in auror robes revealed himself. His wand flaunted a little to close to her nose for her comfort, Minerva scowled. "Can't remember your old Transfiguration Professor, McNulty?"