Do it, then, you don't own the whole fucking Ministry!
*Arthur's in no better shape: his glasses are smashed on the ground and his nose is bleeding profusely, robes torn, face still bright red. It's costing him an effort to hold himself back and he can't see past how very much he'd like to blacken Malfoy's other eye.*
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*Arthur's in no better shape: his glasses are smashed on the ground and his nose is bleeding profusely, robes torn, face still bright red. It's costing him an effort to hold himself back and he can't see past how very much he'd like to blacken Malfoy's other eye.*