Fredrick frowned. It was ridiculous that those officials were assuming that every person who walked through the alley was a Muggleborn--it wasn't even that though, now that Fredrick thought about it. Just the fact that they thought it was okay to treat anybody like that, Pureblood, Halfblood, Muggleborn, or Squib was just absolutely ridiculous. He knew times were desperate, but he would have thought the Ministry would keep some semblance of control over its employees.
He whistled loudly. "Teach me to not check my mail and owls for a week, eh? And I'm guessing your a witch by the way they let you pass by mostly unscathed." Fredrick rubbed the back of his head, wincing as his fingers brushed a very large bump forming.
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